Chapter 207

On the other side, in the monitoring room, Shi Hanmo is sitting on a comfortable sofa with a cigarette between his bony fingers, and a faint smell of tobacco is all around him. The man's eyes are absorbed in the monitoring, his face is tense, his face is white, and his heartbeat is more and more urgent.

"Mr. Shi, if Hua Shengnan really told the story of that year, Su Qinglian would not accept it I'm afraid that if you make a slight mistake, it will deepen the misunderstanding between you and Miss Su. Would you like to consider it and terminate now... "

The assistant stood aside, bent down and said hesitantly.

At that time, there were too many people who coveted and feared Shi Hanmo. Everyone had this idea to kill him. Only Su Qinglian, who was far away from abroad, did not know about it. When she returned home, the news had been suppressed by Shi Hanmo, because he wanted to start talking about it Women take a series of revenge.

If you suddenly have a person in your life that you can rely on, will you, like Su Qinglian, plunge into love with him regardless of the consequences?

"Yi Yi..."

The cigarette end burned to the end, hot to the tip of the cold ink, he just frowned, did not have any feeling.

The assistant sees this, quickly squats down the body, carefully arranges the ash under the clothing corner for when the cold ink.

"I'll go out."

When cold Mo Teng got up, went out, walked to the door, he suddenly turned back, cold command way, "turn off the monitoring, this is it today."

Needless to say, we all know from the bottom of our hearts. At this time, Han Mo struggled for a long time, but he still didn't want to let Su Qinglian know the truth and was heartbroken. When the plan came to the last step, he still gave up.

"Ding Ding Ding..."

The narrow room suddenly sounded a red warning sound, Hua Sheng Nan and Su Qinglian both looked at each other with a blank face.

"Cheep..."

The door was opened from the outside. Two prison guards with serious expressions came in and took Hua Shengnan away without saying a word.

Su Qinglian got up and looked at the sunshine outside the door and the iron walls around her. She felt cold all over her body. She shrank her neck, tightened her coat and hurried out.

When Han Mo put one hand in his pocket, the other half hung, he leaned on the wall, the half open window, through the honey like light, reflected around him, a warmth hit his face.

"Did he speak?"

When Su Qinglian approached, Han Mo took off his coat and put it on the woman's body. He took the woman and walked out.

"Well, it's just that he was taken away without mentioning the point."

Su Qinglian turned around regretfully and looked at the tall building which was far away from sight again. The crows on the branches of the tree were crying more and more, which seemed to set off the sad scene.

"Come on, we have plenty of time."

When the cold ink blocked the woman's sight, spoiled and scraped the bridge of the woman's nose, and gently kissed her bright and clean forehead.

"Well."

Su Qinglian nodded her head full of worries, and met the man's cold eyes like splashing ink. Her lips trembled, hesitated and tangled. She wanted to ask something, as if she was worried about something.

In fact, she is also afraid that if the truth is really unacceptable, whether the hard won happy life between her and Shi Han Mo will be broken. She loves this man and cannot extricate herself.

Back to Shijia villa, it is evening, the sky clouds gradually dissipate, pedestrians on the road in twos and threes hand in hand, close to each other, Su Qinglian and Shi Hanmo walk side by side on the sidewalk, sometimes stop, sometimes accelerate the pace, unspeakable awkward.

Shi Han Mo seldom walks alone in the pedestrian street, because Su Qinglian likes this kind of plain life, so he compromises.

"Xiaolian, let's go and have a seat over there."

Shi Hanmo raised his hand and pointed to the bench not far away. The goose yellow bench was extremely warm. There were some people exercising at night on the lawn around him. Everyone's face was full of smiles and the atmosphere was warm.

"Good."

Su Qinglian did not refuse, nodded shallowly, and then walked toward the bench.

The bench was a little dirty, perhaps because of the rain. It was stained with some black mud dust. Su Qinglian saw this and took out a paper towel from her pocket. When she was about to wipe it, she suddenly seized the tissue in her hand.

"You stay, I'll wipe it."

At that time, the voice of cold ink was deep and pleasant, and it was slowly introduced into Su Qinglian's ear, lingering for a long time.

Then Han Mo insisted again and again, Su Qinglian also no longer refused. She walked to one side and looked at the children rolling back and forth on the lawn with a smile on her face.

"Sister, here you are."

When she was fascinated, a whining voice sounded. Then, Su Qinglian felt that her skirt corner seemed to be tightly held by someone. She quickly lowered her head and looked at a child half the height of a small tree.The child in front of him is only about four or five years old. He has a naive face and holds a small bunch of wild grass and wild flowers in his little hands. He sniffs them carefully and can smell some faint fragrance.

"For me?"

Su Qinglian pointed to herself and then looked behind her. There was no one else except her.

"Yes."

The child raised the wild flowers in his hands a little higher and nodded excitedly. His face was sweating like a ripe tomato.

"Thank you."

Su Qinglian bent down, smiling into a crescent moon, took the bunch of wild flowers, she reached out to touch the back of the child's head, "how can you think of sending me this?"

I forget how long I have been so happy. There are so many squeezed things in my heart. I can't interest you when I see anything. But at this time, Su Qinglian is really happy.

"Sister, you look really good-looking, my mother said that good-looking people should be matched with bright flowers..."

The child cunning smile, suddenly jump up, want to kiss Su Qinglian's face.

"It hurts Pain Pain Let me go Let me go... "

Suddenly, a big and powerful hand picked up the child, and then a very cold voice sounded.

"Kid, didn't your mother tell you not to harass a married woman?"

When the cold ink iron green face, staring at the child, angry voice questioned.

"Who are you? I don't know you. I just want to know this beautiful sister... "

Instead of being afraid of Shi Han Mo, the child wants to bite off Shi Han Mo's wrist.

Quick response when the cold ink quickly put down the child, unhappy pinched the child's chubby face, provocative, "kid, you are so young to tease younger sister, you are not afraid to be beaten?"

Say, when cold ink finger clenches a fist, make a posture to want to smash down.

"Well, what are you doing? It's just a child. How can you scare him so much?"

Su Qinglian saw this, and quickly threw down the wild flowers in her hands, and went forward to grab Shi Han mo.