Year small Mu immediately relieved a breath, reached out to clap chest.

My life is saved.

Only she asked Fanyu to help her inform Yu Yuehan, how can he be the only one?

Can't you make it? Can't you get in touch with me?

According to the established time, at this time, their wedding has already begun.

Yu Yuehan must have found her missing.

He shouldn't be angry because she left without saying goodbye, so he didn't come

"You are Van Gogh? "

Mo Qian didn't expect to kill Cheng Yaojin halfway.

To spoil his good.

Recognize the person in front of me, is Fan Yu, the young president of van's group. His face changes with a shudder.

It seems that I didn't expect that Nian Xiaomu could know so many people with family background.

So timely!

"It's my pleasure that Mr. Mo should recognize the younger generation." Fanyu chuckled and walked towards nianxiaomu.

As soon as he got to nianxiaomu, he found that there were more people around them.

"Young man, since I have set up this bureau, how can I easily let you leave?"

Ink drying is obviously well prepared, bringing more than one group of people.

The total number of bodyguards is twice that of Fanyu!

If they really want to start, they can't win!

Young Mu swallowed his saliva and looked at Fanyu. "When you come, should you call the police?"

Fanyu: "you didn't tell me that there would be so many people, and you don't know what happened. How dare I call the police? Well, my mistake... "

Fanyu hands out his cell phone in his pocket.

It soon became clear that there was no signal at all.

"Isn't moqian your father? How can I want your life? "

Fanyu looked at the situation, frowned and asked.

According to the information he found, Nian Xiaomu should be the eldest lady of Mohist school.

Mohan's own daughter.

But now

"I also want to know why, but now is not the time to discuss this. Do you have any other way to escape? If not, we may all die here today. "

Nian Xiaomu looks around and sees the extremely unfavorable situation for them.

Before Fanyu could answer, Mo Qian burst out laughing.

In the laughter, there was a thick contempt.

Eyes sharp, "Fanyu, this is our Mo family's business. It has nothing to do with you. If you are willing to take your people away now, I won't stop you."

Ink drying seems to have a clear goal from the beginning.

What he wants is the life of Nian Xiaomu.

As long as he can achieve his goal, he doesn't care about anything else.

Now the situation inclines to him. If Fanyu knows the current affairs, he should know that leaving is the wisest choice.

Stay, but also just one more person, to young Mu funeral!

Smell speech, on Fan Yu's handsome face, flashed a leisurely smile.

No fear, no fear.

On the contrary, he quietly protected Nian Xiaomu to his own back and opened his thin lips.

"Xie Mo is always very kind, but I'm a man who doesn't know how to win or lose. I have to fight before I know it!"

"It seems that you must be against me?" The sound of ink drying is cold.

It's killing.

As his words fell, people around him were obviously approaching Fanyu and nianxiaomu.

At his command, both of them will die here

"Wait!"

Young Mu suddenly shouted, "wait a minute! I have something to say! "