In the next ten days, the search for the whereabouts of Muqiqi never stopped.

Unfortunately, all available means have been used, and there is no clue at all.

She seemed to disappear from the world, as if she had never appeared.

It seems that the experiences between them are all illusory dreams.

Now I wake up and she's gone.

"Mr. mo."

Zhou Hua found several companies to unlock the villa, but they failed to open the door. Finally, he had to find someone to break the door of the villa and break in.

Behind him are Yang Yilin, who is usually out of tune, and song Qingyun, who has a sad expression.

Yang Yilin's eyes were full of shock when he saw that the ordinary dignitary and peerless Baron was decadent and melancholy at the moment.

These days, he has been out with the crew to take pictures. Today, after getting off the plane, he learned about the accident of his little sister-in-law. He came here in a hurry without saying anything, but he saw such a scene when he entered the door.

He opened his mouth to say something comforting, but he didn't know how to say it.

And song Qingyun, who has been with Zhou Huashou for more than ten days, frowns. His gloomy face is completely devoid of the usual warmth.

He pushed away Yang Yilin, who was in front of him, walked over and pulled a moyanjue, who was sitting on the cold ground.

As a result, he was thrown away.

One stumbled, and song Qingyun almost fell down. Fortunately, Zhou Hua reached out and helped him to stand on his heel. With eyes full of grief, he stared at him with his head down and head down. His voice was mute: "Lao Mo, there is no news but good news now. You should cheer up."

The people sitting on the ground did not move, as if they were not in the same bad situation at all.

"Lao Mo!" Song Qingyun is heartbroken. If he goes on like this, he will be ruined.

It's been more than ten days. How can he survive without eating or drinking?

So many years of brother, song Qingyun is the first time to see him like this, forcing him to have no ordinary gentleness at all.

This is the first time that song Qingyun, a gentle and elegant man, is so angry. He grabs Mo yanjue's collar and pulls him up from the ground, forcing him to look at him.

"Mo yanjue, who can you afford now? The truth of the matter is waiting for you to find out, an old family is waiting for you to take care of it, and the company you have worked hard for is still in charge? "

The face of a decadent person is expressionless, soft as a mess of mud.

Song Qingyun is excited: "now there is no news to be sure that her sister-in-law has been killed, so you need to cheer up and wait for her to come back. You need to think about your children as well as your own interests. These days, the little guy can't see you and her. He has begun to doubt. If you don't go back, it's not necessarily what things will become."

The drunk man broke his hand and walked out of the room without a word.

And the three men who watched him go out, you look at me, I look at you, there is no better way.

Just when the three were at a loss, the door of the next bedroom opened, and the people who came out of it seemed to have changed, bathed, changed clothes, and had their hair done meticulously.

Three people saw Mo yanjue, who had come back to life, shocked, but they couldn't hide their heartache.

Lao song is right. There is still hope without any definite news. He should take good care of his son and family and wait for her to come back.

He is convinced that his Qiqi will come back safely.