Mo Yize had a voice in his heart that kept telling him: If you don't come to Lin Huan, you will regret it.

Then he drove in.

At this moment, in the face of Father Lin's inquiry, Mo Yize pondered a little, and only then did his lips open slightly: "Miss her." ”

Two words, without the slightest hint of joking.

After hearing this, Father Lin was stunned for a moment, and then turned sideways: "Come in." ”

If it was before, Father Lin would definitely not let Mo Yize in like this.

But this is not the case.

At this moment, the marriage of Lin Huan and Mo Yize is close at hand, and Mo Yize has been promoted to the position of chief.

Therefore, even Father Lin, as Lin Huan's father, has no position to stop Mo Yize from seeing her.

……

Lin Huan's bedroom is on the second floor.

After Mo Yize went upstairs, he had just pushed open the door when he saw a black figure holding a bright knife at Lin Huan on the bed.

What the man was going to do was self-evident.

In an instant, Mo Yize rushed forward almost instinctively, kicked off the knife in the man's hand, and then filled his body with a strong cold aura, and asked in a solemn voice: "Who sent you?" ”

When the man saw that the matter was revealed, he did not care about carrying out his mission, and immediately fled through the window.

Mo Yize was originally going to catch up, but Lin Huan on the bed had already been woken up, with black and bright eyes, and stared at him with horror: "Mo Yize, you pervert, why are you in my room?" ”

After saying that, Lin Huan's eyes wandered, and he saw the bright knife on the ground through the faint sleep light.

Suddenly, there was a chill on her back, and she was trembling even with the words she spoke again: "Mo Yize, at night, you came to my room with a knife, and you want to kill me?" ”

Mo Yize: "......"

This is probably the worst hack he has been in his twenty-five years.

Kill her?

This woman is really the rhythm of IQ arrears!

Frowning unhappily, Mo Yize almost squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "Lin Huan, the brain is a good thing." ”

Lin Huan: "......"

What？

Brains are a good thing?

What do you mean?

Are you scolding her for being brainless?

He was the one who came to her room in the middle of the night with a knife, how could she be brainless?

Lin Huan was thinking about it, and Mo Yize's voice fell to her ears coldly again.

He said: "Don't look in the mirror, even if you want to die, you don't deserve to let Lao Tzu do it himself." ”

Lin Huan: "......"

Scold?

Unworthy?

Mo Yize, where did this guy get his sense of superiority?

"Mo Yize, you're a bastard, Wang ...... Eight...... Egg. ”

In a word, Lin Huan gritted his teeth.

Mo Yize ignored it, walked over by himself, and covered Lin Huan's head with an unprecedentedly gentle palm, but his words were extraordinarily inadequate: "Then you are a bastard and a king...... Eight...... Egg wife. ”

Lin Huan: "......"

Forehead......

Is this Mo Yize?

This conversation?

Seem...... Something is wrong.

After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Lin Huan was about to speak, but Mo Yize didn't even give her a chance, he had already gotten up and left her bedroom.

Looking at the back of the man leaving and the closed door, Lin Huan was stunned.

What's going on?

What is his sudden arrival and sudden departure?

And that knife, could it be brought by Mo Yize?

While thinking, Lin Huan's gaze fell on the shiny knife.

Just staring at the knife for a few seconds, Lin Huan felt panicked in his heart.

I don't know if it's her delusion, she always feels that something big is going to happen!