Chapter 979

Mo Jincheng's attitude is still rebellious, even in the face of such a powerful two opponents, or no half compromise.

"Don't you think it's difficult for my wife to discuss it here?" Mo Jincheng took a light look at mingling, "or do you think I will compromise more quickly?"

Mingling frowned: "what do you mean by that?"

Mo Jincheng: "she is not suitable to get involved in this matter. If you let her get involved, then we have no room for discussion."

With that, he looked down at the terrified square, with a shallow smile on his lips, as if comforting and telling something silently.

For a moment, I couldn't distinguish the square from the circle. I just felt that the man in front of me was terrible.

But she knew deeply that this horror was protecting her.

So she didn't feel scared at all.

A man who is terrible, but not in the least frightening.

And always give her a sense of security.

Mingling hesitated and looked at Fang Yuan protected by him. She was silent for a moment. Finally, she seemed to have made a big decision and said, "yes, anyway, you can't escape. There's no good gift for you. This time I'll let your wife go. It's a gift from me."

After that, Ming Ling made a gesture of inviting out.

Mo Jincheng pulls Fangyuan's wrist and wants to go.

But was grabbed by Fang Yuan, the poor innocent line of sight fell on he Ya who was tied up.

I don't know what kind of organization they are, but Heya She can't watch Heya

Mo Jincheng nods helplessly and looks at Xiang mingling.

Mingling's lips suddenly outlined a smile: "don't worry, this is our own person, I won't do anything. Your wife is really a person who cares for everyone. No wonder our family and Yacai are fascinated by you as soon as they get along with you. "

Fang Yuan looks at mingling stubbornly, and his eyes seem to say that if you don't untie me, I won't go.

Heya, who had been tied up and thrown on the ground, said to Fangyuan, "Fangyuan, please go. I'll be fine."

Further delay, I do not know when the old lady turned over.

So let's go.

However, Fang Yuan stubbornly stood in the same place, looking at Ming Ling. Only when she saw mingling release Heya with her own eyes did she believe that this woman absolutely didn't want to hurt Heya.

She even wanted to take Heya.

But she knew that all this was unrealistic, so she only wanted that mingling could let Heya go now.

It's a signal that she must see.

Ming Ling said with a faint smile: "I didn't expect that Mrs. Mo is such a persistent person. Brother, let your apprentice go. Fortunately, my knife is not fatal, or I will die under your favorite pupil."

With that, Ming Ling walked out of the room.

The whole body still exudes noble temperament.

As if nothing had just happened.

Then mingyuelin left the hall with her sister's steps.

Everything was quiet, only Gong Heng's face was very ugly.

Instead of looking at anyone, he slowly turned around and walked outside.

The whole person looks decadent.

Fang Yuan quickly went to help and Ya untie the rope tied on him and asked, "are you ok?"

He Ya shook his head and said in shame, "sorry, Fang Yuan, let you get involved innocently."

Fang Yuan took a look at the direction of Mo Jincheng, then he ya, and said, "can you tell me what's going on?"

I feel like I'm involved in a terrible thing, but I don't know what happened.

Heya takes a look at Mo Jincheng, who is standing at the door with a negative hand: "you'd better ask Mr. Mo, I believe he knows more than I do. Get out of this land of right and wrong. "

Fang Yuan nodded: "OK, I'll go. You should take care of yourself."

"Well."

He Ya nods and watches Fang Yuan Mo Jin Cheng and Nan Gong Che leave. He is finally relieved.

……

Sitting in the car, Fangyuan's heart was still pounding. She asked, "what's going on?"

Mo Jincheng, sitting in the back seat, pinches his nose wearily. When he hears Fang Yuan's question, he opens his eyes wide and says, "I've come all the way back. You don't ask me, but ask other people first. You're not afraid of your husband's jealousy."

By fear, surprise entangled in the circle, this just think of their own things.

Looking at Mo Jincheng, he finds that he has not seen each other for so many days. He seems to be quite thin.

Handsome face, also seems to be contaminated with a lot of fatigue factors.

"You look so tired. What's the matter? Is this trip very tired?"

Fang Yuan has many questions to ask.Especially about why he and an Qing appear in Mohism at the same time.

But now, Fang Yuan doesn't want to ask.

Because there were so many questions, she didn't know which one to ask.

So I can only look at Mo Jincheng's eyes.

"Not tired. As long as you are safe, you will not be tired."

Mo Jincheng holds Fang Yuan in his arms wearily. For a moment, a heart finally settles down.

Fang Yuan leans on Mo Jincheng's shoulder. What he hears in his ears is mo Jincheng's powerful heartbeat, like a lullaby.

So quiet, so peaceful.

So good that she didn't want to poke through the illusion at all.

Maybe if she doesn't say or ask, the matter will pass.

Is that right?

"Where did you go on business?" Fang Yuan asked.

I really care too much, so I become so sensitive and careful.

"America." Mo Jincheng's answer is short and powerful, his voice is low and magnetic, like a lullaby.

But still can not hide fatigue.

Fang Yuan wants to raise his head, but finds that he has been tightly encircled by Mo Jincheng.

As if afraid of something.

"Where in the United States, did you go home?"

Finally, I asked this question.

"Well."

Mo Jincheng just gave a little.

Fang Yuan waited patiently for the following, but after waiting for a long time, he still didn't hear Mo Jincheng say the following.

I had to continue to ask, "do you go home to see my grandfather, or is there something else?"

“……”

One second, two seconds, three seconds

Time is ticking and spinning, but the circle has not got the answer.

She can't help raising her head, but she finds that she doesn't know when Mo Jincheng has gone to sleep.

There are traces of cyan under the closed eyes. The long eyelashes fall like feathers. There is even breathing between the nose and breath. It sounds like a bell, which makes people want to sleep.

Fang Yuan can't help holding Mo Jincheng's cold hand in pain. Suddenly, he can't ask anything.