Su Mohan sat in the car, his face gloomy, the driver and Chu Zheng sat in front, both cautious, but the young master never said where he was going, and the two of them didn't dare to make a decision casually.

Su Mohan lowered his eyes, leaned on the backrest, and Song Zhenhai's words repeatedly floated in his mind, what is Concubine Ye to him!

"Back to the Imperial Dynasty." More than ten minutes later, Su Mohan spoke in a deep voice, and Chu Zheng looked at the man behind him in the mirror with some surprise.

The car started quickly, and the people in the dynasty finally breathed a sigh of relief after determining the location of Concubine Ye, and they all rushed back to sleep with tired faces.

And after Su Mohan left, Song Zhenhai's thin wrist couldn't help but tremble, he didn't call a nanny, he rolled his wheelchair and sat by the window, a layer of mist welled up in his cloudy eyes.

"Old woman, I'm useless, I can't even protect a few children, if you're there, you'll definitely scold me for being useless......"

Song Zhenhai opened his mouth tremblingly, raised his thin palm and wiped his cloudy eyes a few times, pursed his lips and shrouded in a halo, revealing a kind of sadness and depression around him.

Song Zhenhai never thought that he had been in the mall all his life, but now he was pinched in the palm of his hand by Su Mohan, although he had long known his strength, but in the end he still underestimated the man at the top of the pyramid, to this day, in addition to hoping that he would have some friendship with the concubine, he really didn't know what else he could do with this old bone.

This time, for the sake of Concubine Ye, it can be said that he used all the hole cards of the Song family, but obviously, in the eyes of that man, it only added some tedious workload, but it did not work at all to change the result.

On the other hand, Su Mohan did not kill in the northern suburbs immediately as others thought, he kept himself locked in the room on the top floor of the dynasty, except for the maid who would regularly deliver the meal to the dining room, no one had ever seen Su Mohan.

In the past few days, Su Mohan's life has not been easy, not only has he been thinking about Song Zhenhai's question in his mind, but also as if he has been cursed by Concubine Ye to come true, it is really in his eyes and in his mind that the shadow of that woman, and this consciousness makes his mood more and more gloomy.

In the familiar bedroom, the curtains were not opened, the room was very dark, there was almost no light, Su Mohan sat on the sofa with a cigarette in his hand, half a glass of foreign wine was placed on the coffee table in front of him, the ashtray on the side was full of a lot of cigarette butts, and there was an open computer on the sofa next to him.

At this moment, Su Mohan was looking down at his phone, searching in the search box again and again, and the search records that appeared under the search box were all such as: 'Why am I full of women?' ''Why do I want a woman around?'' ''Why did she leave me?'' ''Why do I feel distressed when I see her crying?'' ’……

One by one, one by one, are all questions like this, our invincible Su Shao is obsessed with the answer to every question, but it is obvious that Su Mohan, who has always been decisive, has spent a few days now and still hasn't been able to completely figure out why he has become such an abnormality.

In addition to turning into a curious baby, there is also a well-known activist in the post bar recently, don't doubt it, it is our Su Dashao.

Su Mohan, who didn't know what the post bar was, unexpectedly found a place where you don't need to tell others your name, no one will ask about your privacy, but there are a lot of people who are keen to answer and discuss your questions.