Chapter 221

When Han Mingze heard Liu morxi say he didn't want to live, he hoped he had heard wrong, or Liu morxi was ill again.

"Xiao Xi, everything will pass. Have a good rest." Han Mingze didn't dare to continue to face Liu morxi. He was afraid of himself. Because Liu morxi was pitiful and soft hearted, he told Liu morxi that Yin Mo Ting was still alive and had already sat in the position of Yan Shang's successor. Now he was looking for her whereabouts everywhere. "You stay here and let the little grandmother eat."

Han Mingze walked alone to the wine cabinet on the first floor, picked up a bottle of whisky and dried it all at once.

Wine into the sad heart, turned into Acacia tears, Han Mingze is the best portrayal. When a bottle of wine was drunk, he smiled bitterly and tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

How ridiculous!

He couldn't help laughing at himself and disdaining himself. Is he really so incompetent? Like a person, love a person, can only rely on deception, injury, can keep her around.

Looking at Liu Moxi's painful appearance, Han Mingze's heart is also in pain, but he has no way.

Through the glass cabinet of the wine cabinet, Han Mingze saw himself. His eyes were long and narrow, half affectionate, his hair was scattered at will, and his handsome face was as gentle as jade.

His face was still the young face of that year, and there was not much change, but his heart became more and more cramped. He smiled at him, looked at himself in the mirror, and smiled with infinite contempt.

Shuer, Han Mingze punched on the wine cabinet, and the whole wine cabinet fell down.

The wine bottle on the cabinet fell to the ground and burst into crackling laughter. Perhaps it was because he was drunk and played wine crazy. Han Mingze laughed louder!

When housekeeper Fu heard the sound, he rushed over and saw the wine broken all over the place. For a moment, he couldn't figure out what had happened, "ouch, second young master, what's the matter? Your hand is hurt. I'll wrap it up for you quickly!"

Han Mingze noticed that his hands had been torn, and the broken residue of glass was clearly sticking on the back of his hands. He looked at it but didn't care at all, and walked away silently.

Perhaps, now only pain can alleviate his guilt.

Housekeeper Fu looks at the mess and has a headache. It's going to be cleaned up for a while.

Han Mingze came to his study and took out the small box given to him by Liu Siming, which is the mystery of Liu Moxi's life experience that Liu Siming has been guarding.

He took out a picture of Lin Zixuan and Qin Haocheng from inside. Looking at Liu Moxi now, whether it's eyebrows, eyes or face shape, it's a bit of Qin Haocheng and Lin Zixuan. The kind of affectionate, uncomplicated and charming temperament between eyebrows and eyes is like a copy of Lin Zixuan.

Han Mingze stroked the yellow photo in his hand. He decided that if Liu Moxi couldn't get out of the pain of losing Yin moting, he would take her to Qin Haocheng. Family affection can always arouse the vitality in Liu Moxi's heart. In short, he is no longer willing to give Liu Moxi back to Yin moting.

"No, no, grandma jumped out of the building. Come on, help!..."

Liu morxi jumped out of the building. Han Mingze jumped up from his chair as soon as he heard it. When he rushed to the bedroom, several maids were standing in front of the window and looking out of the window in panic. He didn't know what to do.

This is the second floor of the Han family, three or four meters high from the ground. Did Liu Moxi really jump from here? I'm afraid she's disabled if she doesn't die. The injury on her leg is just fine.

Han Mingze was flustered. He walked towards the window step by step. The maids gave way to an empty place one after another. It was only a few steps away from the windowsill. Han Mingze felt that he could not summon up the courage to approach.

I still remember when I first saw Liu Moxi, he took her back from the villa in the suburb of Yin moting. At that time, Liu Moxi was so young and sunny, positive and optimistic, full of moisture. She also escaped through the window, which was in front of her.

I'm afraid the window didn't expect that Liu morxi would turn out from here after these days, but this time, he didn't weave the rope.