The night has completely covered it, and the lights on the side of the road are gradually turning on.

There was a hazy light shining into the car through the glass, and the tip of her nose was more and more red because of crying, and the light that was refracted became more and more red, and she was pitiful.

Mo Zun just looked at the feeling of fermentation and rising that rushed into the bottom of his heart, his brows furrowed, and a Sichuan character formed in his eyebrows.

Looking away, the voice was a little lighter: "What are you afraid of, she can't die!"

Falling on this sentence, Mo Zun started the car and drove directly into the traffic.

In the middle, Li Chuan called to ask where he had gone, and the people in the private room were waiting for him!

Mo Zun's expression remained unchanged, and his gaze stared into the distance, "You star, if you can't talk, you will disperse." ”

After saying it neatly and simply, Mo Zun took down the bluetooth, and his lonely face was dim and unknown under the illumination of the rows of street lamps that fell backwards.

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Li Chuan hung up the phone here, his wrinkled eyebrows hadn't been loosened, and two people came over from the other end of the corridor.

A chubby middle-aged man said to another: "Didn't you see it, there was a lot of blood on the other side of the stairs, and I don't know if people are dead?"

"This basket of homes is really leaking because it rained overnight, and the director of that basket still relies on his daughter to pull investment!"

"Do you think it's going to be pushed down? Otherwise, how can it be so serious to fall down?"

The two chatters faded away until they entered their private room.

But the point that should be said is not word-for-word, what is Li Chuan's background, he has been in the army for seven or eight years.

In these few words alone, what has he already judged-

Walking towards the staircase, the cleaning staff was washing the floor, but despite this, the blood in the trash can was still so conspicuous.

Li Chuan stood at the top of the stairs, looking down without any fluctuation in his restrained eyes.

If some inconspicuous things are connected with the heart, it is not difficult to see the reason behind the concealment.

At the last banquet, Lan Qiaoer's design was knocked down, and thousands of wine glasses were smashed head-on on the spot......

Didn't the directors of the Lan Group find Mo Zun in front of him, what was Mo Zun like at that time?

Leaning on the office chair, spinning the stool and looking out the window, he didn't even look back, "The so-called tree is a big move, Chairman Lan is better to be restrained." ”

The poor basket director didn't know the true meaning of Mo Zun's words at all, he only thought that the Lan clan had made too many moves recently, which had caused the emperor to be dissatisfied!

A mobile phone rang, pulling Li Chuan's thoughts back.

He took out his phone from his pocket, and the screen alerted the United States.

Li Chuan's brows moved slightly, and he turned around and left the entrance of the building.

……

Rong Qian returned to the imperial city Yijing was called into the bathroom by Mo Zun to take a bath, when standing in front of the gilded and brilliant mirror, she looked at herself inside, and the whole person was barren and didn't know what to do.

His limbs were cold, and his mind was full of images of Lan Qiao'er lying motionless in a pool of blood, which did not disperse for a long time.

Her hands gripped the washstand, terrified, she was frightened......

The bathroom door was suddenly unscrewed, and Rong Qian turned back in fright.

Mo Zun was holding the clothes in his hand, and seeing that she didn't move, displeasure flashed in his inky eyes, "What are you doing standing there?"

Rong Qian moved her steps, she didn't speak, and the side face in the mirror was as pale as paper.

Mo Zun closed the door casually, came in with a handsome body, and he personally put bath water for her.

According to Mo Zun's temperament, he was not so patient, but tonight, Mo Zun was in a good mood, and this factor was probably that he did not hesitate to expose his dark side in front of Rong Qian, which was powerful and could not be disobeyed.

This is a very strange feeling, Mo Zun feels that he actually prefers to dye Rong Qian the same color as him than the pleasure of trampling the enemy under his feet!

It was pure black, the hell to which he fell......

What goodness, what purity...... These things are simply ridiculous, and they are vulnerable in front of him.

The water in the bathtub quickly overflowed, and Mo Zun turned off the faucet.

He turned around, Rong Qian was still standing quietly in front of the mirror, the two looked at each other, and she took the initiative to come over without his command.

I have to say that such a fragile face is still very pleasing, at least that Yanhong mouth will not spit out unpleasant words.

Mo Zun went to strip her clothes, he was going to help her take a bath.

She pressed and didn't move, her basic shame that prevented her from revealing it, even though they had done it so many times.

Mo Zun stopped moving, he just looked at her like that, and after a pause, she loosened slightly.

The clothes were directly removed by him one by one......

Until she clasped her hands around her knees and sat down in the warm bathtub.

The water behind him swayed, rippling and lapping the edges, and then overflowing and pouring out......

Mo Zun stepped into the bathtub, and he was right behind her, his slender masculine arms making a splash of water to bathe her.

Rong Qian trembled in fear, and the fingers holding his knees pinched the other arm, and the fingertips sank into the skin, only to see that the whiteness had lost its primary color.

All the senses went with his hand, and Mo Zun didn't say a word, which could easily lead all her thoughts.

His hand reached forward without a single movement, as if he were really bathing her.

He told her to let her guard down, loosen up, and asked.

"Still afraid?"

Rong Qianben's loose nerves tensed instantly.

Her every move couldn't escape Mo Zun's eyes at all, and the long and narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, "What are you afraid of?"

Rong Qian doesn't speak, what are you afraid of?

In the depths of her memory, she was afraid that her hands would be handcuffed again and that she would end up in prison...... Mo Zun said that Lan Qiao'er couldn't die, but there was one more point, what about after she woke up? After Lan Qiao'er woke up, she insisted that she pushed her down the stairs, and Rong Qian still couldn't avoid a prison sentence.

This time, as it was four years ago, no one would come to her rescue......

Maybe Mrs. Li will, but Mrs. Li is not Mozun!

It's not him, thinking about maintaining this marriage - to save her!

Mr. and Mrs. Li Shuzhen...... In this money-powered society, ordinary people can't do anything at all.

Rong Qian's eyes were very moist, she didn't know if it was steamy, Rong Qian suddenly felt that her life was a failure, and there was no human fetters in failure!

Mo Zun's chest pressed against her back, and he wrapped his long arms around her. The black snake's sharp right hand gripped the back of her hand embedded in the skin, and his warm breath was in his ear.

Itchy, tingling, low and mellow: "Afraid that Lan Qiao'er will fall down and bleed?" Or are you afraid of the revenge of the Lan family?"

Rong Qian's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she slowly turned her head.

I couldn't see behind him, and he was between his ears, his warm lips on the earlobes, not close, and as if there was nothing.

"What a kind girl, what should I do, it's so fatal for you to attract people!"

Rong Qian didn't take his words to heart, her lips squirmed and wanted to say something, and she thought that he was behind her at that time, and clearly taught her in her ear: What is called! Kill! people! No! See ! Blood!

The aftermath seemed to linger, and the tips of his fingers shrunk slightly, and he felt it.

Domineering and unresistible, he held her soft in the palm of his hand, kissed her cheek, only touched it shallowly, and then he bathed her seriously.

The ambiguity faded in an instant, as if the atmosphere he had created was nothing more than an illusion.

"There's nothing out of the basketball, you have me behind you, don't be afraid. ”

Where is that hoarse and clear voice, where is the itch just now?!

Rong Qian turned his head to look at him.

Mo Zun sneered: "What?

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