Mo Jingyuan was woken up by a low "shenyin" sound.

He has always been a light sleeper, waking up almost as soon as he moves. Lewen knows this about him, so almost all of the properties he buys are quiet residential areas.

It was late at night, and the muffled voice was so close that it sounded very clear. He paused for a second, then suddenly got up, unscrewed the door and walked out.

Jiang Xiaoqiao curled up in a ball and lay on the bed, naturally he didn't turn on the lights when he went to bed at night, and there was only darkness around him at this time. A throbbing pain in the lower abdomen hit me, and cold sweat trickled down.

Originally, she had a cold physique, Jiang Xiaoqiao used to have frequent menstrual cramps, but later insisted on drinking brown sugar water to relieve it, and it was not so uncomfortable. When Mo Jingyuan came back before, he ate a lot of dragon fruit absentmindedly, and he didn't feel anything at first, but he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the middle of the night.

In the middle of the night, she didn't want to wake up others, so she had to wrap the quilt tightly and endure it. But this time the pain came so violently that she couldn't help crying even though she suppressed it.

The door was suddenly opened, and the lights in the room came on. Jiang Xiaoqiao was used to the dark eyes, and the dazzling light suddenly turned on, and a figure in the haze strode towards her.

Almost subconsciously, she grabbed the hand that was stretched out: "It hurts......" and then her consciousness gradually blurred.

In a groggy state, she felt her body clinging to a warm body. Immediately, his body was light, and he was picked up. I don't know how long it took, but there was a slight tingling on the back of my hand, and the cold liquid flowed down the tip of the needle into the blood vessels. There was a constant flow of heat in her lower abdomen, and the pain was relieved slightly, and she gradually fell asleep.

When I woke up again, I opened my eyes and saw the snow-white ceiling in the hospital room. Jiang Xiaoqiao turned his head, and his eyes were the infusion bottle hanging high, and there was still a small half of the liquid in it.

The first time in my life I was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment was because my aunt was in pain.

The pain in the abdomen continued, but it had become very weak, Jiang Xiaoqiao moved, and found that he had put an electric hot water bottle wrapped in a towel in his lower abdomen, and the temperature had slowly dropped due to the long time.

She looked around, it was a clean and tidy single room. There was a chair next to the bed, but it was empty.

The footsteps came from far and near, the door was pushed open, and Mo Jingyuan walked in with a freshly charged hot water bottle. He was also wearing the gray blazer he wore during the day, and his white shirt was buttoned only a few times underneath, and the neckline was slightly open. Jiang Xiaoqiao noticed some dark blood stains on his coat, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Mo Jingyuan saw Jiang Xiaoqiao wake up, and there was not much expression on his face. Walked over and leaned over to help her replace the hot water bottle. Slightly hot, but very comfortable, the temperature came through the towels and clothes. Jiang Xiaoqiao felt that his cheeks were also a little hot.

The hand was shaken and let go, Jiang Xiaoqiao looked over, Mo Jingyuan put her hand that was infusion into the quilt with an expressionless face, sat back on the chair next to her, and looked at the newspaper.

Jiang Xiaoqiao looked up at the drip bottle that was about to finish the infusion, and said softly: "You go back and rest first, I can ring the bell and call someone when I pull out the needle." By the way, change your clothes. ”

Mo Jingyuan let out a "hmm", his eyes did not leave the newspaper, and he still waited for the nurse to come and pull out the needle.

Outside the window, the sky was already slightly brighter, and the clock pointed to four o'clock in the morning. The tide of tiredness hit like a tide, and Jiang Xiaoqiao fell asleep again unconsciously. When I woke up again, it was already dawn. Aunt Chen was beside her, and when she saw her wake up, she hurriedly handed over a glass of warm water.

There was no Mo Jingyuan in the room, only the electric hot water bottle in the lower abdomen still had a gentle warmth. Jiang Xiaoqiao sat up and saw the mobile phone lying on the table next to the bed.

She took it and unlocked the screen, and the phone jumped to the game interface that had not yet exited, and the golden logo that had been cleared flashed.

Obviously, she was stuck at the penultimate level before going to bed last night.

Jiang Xiaoqiao ate some breakfast that Aunt Chen had sent over, and decided to go back to work. Aunt Chen couldn't stop it, so she called the driver. Jiang Xiaoqiao walked out of the door of the hospital, but found Le Wen waiting in front of the car.

Seeing Jiang Xiaoqiao's surprised gaze, Le Wen touched his nose and tried his best to make his tone sound routine: "The minister wants me to pick you up, by the way, let's see how you are." In fact, he also wondered very much, what kind of disease can be said to be hospitalized, and it will come out when it is said?

Jiang Xiaoqiao's face turned red, and he pretended to be calm: "Well, it's much better." That's a hassle assistant. ”

The two didn't have much to talk about, so they were silent all the way. Jiang Xiaoqiao looked at the back of Lewen's serious head, and asked casually, "How many years has Assistant Le been with the minister?"

Lewen thought about it while driving, and said, "It's been almost ten years. ”

Jiang Xiaoqiao was stunned. I didn't expect it to be so long. So Mo Andi should have been working hard in the mall for more than ten years. She suddenly remembered something, and asked tentatively:

"So has he encountered anything in the past few years...... Something dangerous?" she actually wanted to ask Mo Andy where the scars on his body came from. But I think it's a little strange to mention it rashly. So I changed the question.

Lewen was silent for a moment. Jiang Xiaoqiao felt as if he had touched on a topic that should not be asked, and was about to diverge from something else, but Le Wen opened his mouth: "Minister He, he has experienced a lot of ups and downs over the years. It's not easy to get to where you are now. ”

Jiang Xiaoqiao didn't expect Lewen to tell him this. Her question went unanswered, but she seemed to have understood a little. Shopping malls are like battlefields, and in a small design department of the company, it is inevitable that there will be intrigues, even their good friends...... Not to mention such a huge enterprise as Mohs.

I think Mo Andy must have experienced a lot of blows and grinds. can become such a moody and invisible. The origin of that scar must be a painful memory, I don't know how thrilling it was to escape from death, and I don't know what kind of vicious plot it was.

Lewen sent her to the door of the company, suddenly received a phone call, and left in a hurry. Jiang Xiaoqiao looked at the bright sunlight in the early morning, and his chest suddenly felt a little sour and uncomfortable.

When Mo Jingyuan went back, it was more than six o'clock in the morning. Driving out of the hospital's underground parking lot, he glanced at his phone and drove to a residence where he lived in the city.

After changing his clothes and coming out, he drove directly on the way back to the company.

There are a lot of socials and occasions where you need to drink, so Mo Jingyuan usually doesn't often drive by himself. Picking up a lighter from the storage compartment, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it, casually glancing in the rearview mirror.

This is not yet the rush hour, and there are not too many pedestrians and vehicles on the road. In the rearview mirror, a silvery-white, ordinary-looking sedan followed far behind. Mo Jingyuan turned the steering wheel to the right at the intersection, and sure enough, the shadow of the car appeared again at the corner behind him after a while.

Pressing the cigarette down, he reached out and picked up the mobile phone that was dropped on the co-pilot, and dialed Lewen's number.

When he came out of a breakfast shop, Mo Jingyuan glanced into the distance. There is no longer any suspicious shadow. Back in the car, Lewen's phone call happened to come.

"Solved?" Mo Jingyuan's voice was cold, as usual.

Lewen said on the other end of the phone: "It's solved." And, as expected, it's the people on that side. ”

Mo Jingyuan hummed lightly, indicating that he understood. Lewen sounded a little anxious: "It is estimated that because of this public appearance in Paris, Yujing's side has already begun to move." Shall we strike first, lest we give them a loophole?"

Yujing Group is a large-scale real estate developer in Rongcheng. Tongqingyuan is considered to be a competitive relationship, but due to its limited strength, it has been suppressed by Qingyuan. In addition, although the boss of Yujing is ambitious, he is quite impatient and rash, so that in recent years, he has lost more and won less, and his momentum is not as good as before.

However, few people in the outside world know that Mo Tian, the owner of Yujing Group, is the younger brother of Mo Xiao, the deceased boss of Qingyuan Group, that is, Mo Jingyuan's second uncle.

"No, I don't. Mo Jingyuan slowly stopped the car in front of a red light. His gaze stopped at an unknown place in the distance.

The morning sun is soft and clear, and it envelops the entire Banyan City over the clouds. Outside the window, the number of pedestrians on the road gradually increased, and the mothers who saw off the students waved to the children who ran into the school gate, and the bus full of passengers slowly stopped beside them.

The lively noise around could be heard through the car window, but Mo Jingyuan's ears sounded the sound of distant heavy footsteps. The whole world was bright and peaceful, but he seemed to see the boundless darkness of the nightmare, and the tentacles were sticky and desperately cold.

He reached out and pulled open the storage compartment, and in the deepest part lay an old photograph lying quietly. At this moment, half of his face was hidden in the shadows, and his face could not be seen clearly, but it was like a soldering iron that had been imprinted in his heart.

Mo Jingyuan's slender fingers pinched the corner of the photo. Chen Guangxi faintly saw that there was a family of four in the photo. The young couple each held a boy about two or three years old, the woman was quiet and feminine, and leaned her head slightly on the shoulder of the man beside her. The boy in the arms of the two looks exactly the same, although he is young, he has inherited the appearance of his parents between his eyebrows and eyes.

I vividly remember the scene of their mother running desperately with them. Her heavy gasps were still in her ears, as well as the crying of her brother and the footsteps of the men who were getting closer and closer behind her.

Mo Tian touched the young Mo Jingyuan's head, looked at him with loving eyes, and said to him, Go quickly, your father is in the ward and wants to see you.

The red light jumped to a green light, the impatient horn of the vehicle behind him sounded dripping, Mo Jingyuan's fingers loosened, and the photo fell back into the depths of the drawer.

The happy smile of the person in the photo is hidden in the deep darkness.