Although Mo Qinghan's tone of voice was bland, there was no ripple in it, and the two of them stayed there like wooden stakes, but every sharp word of Mo Qinghan was clear and clear, and Zhao Qingwu's ears were like sharp thorns piercing his heart viciously, so that he didn't even have the qualifications to cry out for pain.

Mo Qinghan could feel Zhao Qingwu's exhalation becoming slightly rapid behind her ears, she only knew that this was the prelude to Zhao Qingwu's temper, but the people who walked in front of her and the passing cars changed batch after batch Zhao Qingwu held Mo Qinghan's hand and slowly let go, and said coldly: "It turns out that my love for you is worthless in front of your eyes." A little sadness appeared on his indifferent face, and he left, he did not go to the hotel, but walked in the direction he came from before, Mo Qinghan did not look back, only heard the footsteps rubbing between his shoes and the ground a little heavy, sad and helpless.

Mo Qinghan stood in her original position for a while, until she didn't hear the heavy footsteps, and the tears in her eyes were not as disobedient as before

broke out of his eyes, but obediently flowed into his heart.

But Mo Qinghan didn't know that everything that happened between her and Zhao Qingwu fell into the eyes of He Zheyu, who was sitting in the black Bentley car not far away, Han Mo could feel that the temperature in the car should be below 0 degrees Celsius now, which made him shiver several times without being shocked, and the initiator was He Zheyu who was sitting in the back.

Han Mo cautiously said, "Boss, do you need to call Miss Mo to get in the car?" “

"Wait for her in the apartment." The short five words were as cold as a gust of snow wind blowing across Han Mo's eardrums.

Mo Qinghan didn't enter the hotel either, she didn't want to explain to He Yurou why He Yurou was drunk and why Zhao Qingwu didn't send herself home, nor did she give it to her uncle or family

Calling, and calling Mo Qinghan, who is just a friend, is a sensitive girl who will think more.

Mo Qinghan walked to the door of the apartment, Han Mo flashed the car lights in front of him, Mo Qinghan felt a little dazzling, raised his somewhat white palm, blocked his eyes, and looked through the gap between his fingers

I saw Han Mo sitting in the driver's seat clearly. Mo Qinghan walked over with a surprised face, motioned to Han Mo to open the car window and asked, "Why are you here," Mo Qinghan looked through Han Mo and saw that there was no figure of He Zheyu in the back of the car and asked, "Didn't he come?" “

Han Mo's face was a little weird and said, "I'm waiting for you in the apartment!" “

Maybe it was because his back was facing the street lamp, and the light was a little dim, Mo Qinghan didn't see the strange look on Han Mo's face, and said in a very flat tone: "Then I'll go up first." He hurried to the apartment.

Han Mo originally wanted to remind Mo Qinghan that He Zheyu had seen everything just now, but before he could say anything urgently, Mo Qinghan's figure was gone. Han Mo put his hands on his chest and said, "Miss Mo, you can ask for more blessings!" ”

After Mo Qinghan opened the door, he smelled a thick smell of smoke in the room, raised his hand and fanned it in front of him, so that the smell of smoke in front of the tip of his nose was not so heavy, changed the slippers on his feet, and saw that He Zheyu only turned on two wall lamps, and the light was a little dim, but it was enough to see the cold expression on He Zheyu's face sitting on the sofa.

Mo Qinghan thought that He Zheyu had been waiting here for a long time, so he was a little unhappy, Mo Qinghan narrowed the distance between himself and He Zheyu, and said with a flattering face: "Have you waited for a long time!" I just got out on something! “