Unless, he booked it early.

No one would refuse a beautiful object, and Heartwarming was no exception, not to mention that she knew its value and significance, she almost held her breath and reached out her delicate fingers to grasp the extremely soft and comfortable fabric, and took it out of the box.

Mo Qingcheng went up to the top floor, and the helicopter was already waiting.

He took a few quick steps, grabbed the hatch with both hands, and looked back behind the empty man, his blue eyes stained with a faint sense of loss.

Zhang Yue reminded beside him: "It's too late, young master." ”

Mo Qingcheng slowed down his thoughts, hummed, and got on the plane.

Zhang Yue still saw a flash of sadness on Mo Qingcheng's face, and couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

The people who followed Miss Su knew that she was missing and contacted him as soon as possible, he originally wanted to call the inside line to Mo Qingcheng, but Tang Suya found him, saying that the current military affairs are very critical, and it is not easy to distract Mo Qingcheng, and she will deal with this matter.

He thought it was, so he didn't tell Mo Qingcheng.

But this delay was two months, and as soon as Mo Qingcheng came back, he went directly to Su's house, only then did he know that Miss Su was missing, and his face suddenly became gloomy, and that scene was like Satan coming into the world.

In the following days, he almost didn't sleep until he sent someone to find her, and as soon as he knew her address, he left the president and rushed over non-stop, but obviously, Miss Su didn't appreciate it.

As soon as Zhang Yue thought about it, he saw Mo Qingcheng sitting in the seat looking at him and said, "You stay here, protect her secretly, and don't let her know." ”

Zhang Yuegang wanted to say that the affairs of the imperial city could not be separated from him, but in the end he nodded and agreed.

In the bathroom, Xinnuan changed into a long skirt and high heels, and she stood in front of the mirror, her fingers running through her long soft black hair. She was born beautiful, but if she is too glamorous, she will not be dignified enough in the eyes of others, and she is often called Su Daji reincarnated behind her.

She knew in her heart that they were just jealous, but she was afraid of provoking the dissatisfaction of her elders, especially the Mo family, so usually, she almost always wore some plain and not very revealing clothes, and her hair was all black and long, but she was afraid of looking old-fashioned, and she was less shy, so she tried her best to go up to the tone of fairy spirit fluttering and not eating fireworks in the world.

As she walked, she forgot what she liked to look like.

But the one on her body is different, the long skirt with an evil collar, the color is plain and dignified, but it shows her slender neck and beautiful collarbone with scheming, which is both sexy and dignified, which perfectly shows her temperament.

Sure enough, it was Mo Qingcheng, who knew herself better than herself.

But this understanding is very stinging at this moment.

Xinnuan looked at herself in the mirror, and suddenly the tears fell, she looked up, desperately trying to let the tears flow back, but they were overflowing more and more.

In the end, she simply went with them, propped herself up and walked out of the bathroom, looking at the wine bottle on the cabinet, and the ghost sent her forward to pick up a bottle, as if the addiction deep in her bones had been lured out again.

She opened the cap and poured it down.

The spicy and scorching heat explode in the body, dispelling the bitterness and coolness in the body, which is very refreshing.

She slumped on the carpet with a broken jar, letting her expensive dress turn into a mopping cloth.

Probably because she was too drunk, she always felt that she shouldn't get drunk quickly, but in her heart she knew that she was drunk, and for a while, the things of the previous life and this life appeared in front of her alternately, those sweetness and reluctance, pain and entanglement, helplessness and resentment, all rolled over, roaring, hideous, and entangled herself.

Suddenly, it was dark in front of him, and then there was a little bit of light, Mo Qingcheng's face gradually appeared in front of him, he was still so handsome that his heart would beat faster at a glance, and his blue eyes as deep as the starry sky carried a shallow sadness.

Bang!

The gun rang out, and his handsome face cracked like shards, and only the blood splattering from his chest burst into flames like a bloody flower under the dim night sky.