Beverly Hills, Los Angeles.

S stood in front of the door of the master bedroom and stopped the frost-faced man, "Mo, you can't go in." ”

Mo Han furrowed his eyebrows, his obsidian-like eyes staring tightly at the person in front of him, "Get out of the way." ”

"Dr. Brown has instructed him that he needs to rest now and that no one is allowed to disturb him. Obviously, this anyone includes you as well. ”

Mo Han's hand clenched the Wen Jiàn clip in his hand, "Today, I said that I would go in anyway." ”

"Mo, he needs to rest."

S was not ready to act, Mo Han had already taken out the gun first, and aimed it at S's hand that was about to take the gun, "Do you still want to do it?" ”

S quickly grabbed Mo Han's hand with his backhand, and with a sweep of the palm of his other hand, he knocked the snatch in Mo Han's hand to the ground, "Mo, I have been fighting underground black boxing for more than ten years, and if it weren't for him, I might have died in the boxing ring long ago." So, I won't let anything go against him! ”

Mo Han's eyes narrowed into a line, and one move quickly locked S's two hands, the two of them came and went, and in the quiet corridor, there was only the muffled sound of fists smashing on the body.

"Enough!" The large, bony hand was propped up on the open door, and there were several blued post-infusion pinholes on the back of the hand.

"What are you two doing?" Leng Yan pursed his pale lips and glanced up at Mo Han, "You come in." ”

S quickly let go of his hand, "Dr. Brown......"

S, who quickly stopped with his eyes coldly, said next, "Don't let others disturb you." ”

After Mo Han followed Leng Yan into the door, S closed the door again.

There were no lights on in the room, and the light could only leak in discreetly through the undrawn curtains. It was daytime, but the room seemed to be shrouded in darkness.

After Leng Yan turned on the wall lamp embedded in the wall, he put his hand in his fist to his mouth, suppressed his cough, and turned to ask Mo Han, "Something happened over there?" ”

"You took her away?"

Leng Yan knew who he was talking about, "Yes." ”

"What about people?"

Mo Han didn't even notice it, he only used her words, and Leng Yan didn't ask who she was.

"I handed it over to Bai Ze."

"Cold!!" Mo Han gritted his teeth and lifted the clenched report and slammed it to the ground, his tone carrying an unconcealable pain, "What the hell have you done?!" ”

He stepped forward and grabbed the cold collar, his eyes flashing, "You keep saying that you love her, but you can't recognize her!" How can you give her to Bai Ze?!! Have you forgotten what Bai Hong did to her when she was in Bai Hong's hands!! She forgot all about it and knew to come to you! She changed her appearance and lost her memory! But I still know that I came to you, and you handed her over to Bai Ze?? Cold!! Are you crazy?!! ”

After speaking, Mo Han picked up his fist and punched Leng Yan in the face fiercely.

Leng Yan's head was impartial, and he was punched alive, he suddenly smiled at Mo Han's fierce eyes, "Mo Han, you should have been angry a long time ago." You should be angry from the day you watched me kiss her in Nantang. You shouldn't wait until today. ”

Mo Han's eyes widened, "You already knew?" Know she is?! ”

Leng Yan pulled away Mo Han's hand holding his collar, took a step back, and carved a few times violently, "Mo Han, Xia Xingchen is dead." ”

"What did you say?" Mo Han's frozen hand trembled in mid-air, "Is it a white ......?"

shook his head coldly, "You just treat Xia Xingchen as dead, whether she is Xia Xingchen or not." Just assume that Xia Xingchen is dead. ”