Chapter 107

Back to the imperial castle, Gu Zian helped Mo Yiqing upstairs. The family doctor who hurried to Mo Yiqing injected a sedative. He didn't go out of the room until Mo Yiqing fell asleep and gently closed the door.

In the hall on the first floor.

Jing xiaocan curled up on the sofa, his fingers tightly intertwined, his eyes staring at the entrance of the stairs, watching the maid and aunt Zhou busy upstairs and downstairs, his whole body tight, and the whole person hasn't sobered up from the thrilling and terrible picture just now.

Until, seeing Gu Zian walking down the stairs with a dignified face, she suddenly regained her mind, subconsciously stood up, walked forward with empty feet, and asked anxiously, "assistant Gu, how is he... Is he okay?"

"Miss Jing doesn't have to worry about sleeping after a sedative injection." Gu Zian looked at her, his eyes full of doubts, hesitated and asked, "President Mo's driving skills have always been very good, and he has won the champion of several car racing competitions. Today, how can there be a car accident suddenly?"

How could you make such a low-level mistake!

"I don't know what's going on?" Jing xiaocan's face is full of guilt. Now, her mind is in a mess, and she can't figure out anything at all.

Was it because she was in the club that stimulated him that he used this extreme way to vent his anger?

No way!

Although he was angry when he came out of the club, his mood was stable. After the car accident, he suddenly

It's like a different person.

Is it because of this?

However, the car accident has nothing to do with him!

What kind of madness did he have!

"Oh, by the way, we had a car accident on the road. At that time, I wanted him to help the child at the scene. He not only didn't help, but drove away directly, and then went racing all the way." Jing xiaocan was puzzled and described the story again.

After hearing Jing xiaocan's words, Gu Zian looked flustered and stood frozen on the spot. He didn't speak for a long time.

Looking at Gu Zian's uneasy expression, Jing xiaocan thought he had misunderstood and quickly explained: "it wasn't us. It was another two cars that collided. A child was ejected from the car and survived."

"Car accident? Child?" Gu Zian nodded like a wake-up and looked at her with an especially serious look. "Miss Jing, I remember I told you that President Mo's mother was also involved in a car accident, and the murderer is still at large..."

"Hasn't he come out of the shadow yet..." hearing this, Jing xiaocan's face was pale and his voice choked slightly, interrupting Gu Zian's words.

It must be.

His sudden out of control behavior just now is enough to explain everything.

Although Mo Yiqing looks indifferent, she can feel that he is not a cold-blooded person since they get along these days.

Not to die!

"How old was mo Yiqing when there was a car accident?" he licked his cracked lips, and Jing xiaocan asked nervously.

"... eight years old!"

"..." Jing xiaocan's heart sank.

Eight!

Just now, the children at the scene of the car accident seemed to be of this age.

Looking at his reaction, there is no doubt that he must have been in the car when her mother had a car accident?

And, watching the closest person fall in a pool of blood, but he can't do anything

No wonder he reacted so much.

She had experienced the pain.

When her father had an air crash, she was about his age.

"I'll go and see him." Jing xiaocan feels guilty in her eyes, nods at Gu Zian, and turns and rushes to the stairs.

Blame her!

If she hadn't been shouting for him to stop, they wouldn't have seen such a bloody and tragic scene, and he wouldn't have been stimulated and lost control of his mood.

The more Jing xiaocan thinks about it, the more he blames himself. As soon as he rushes to the corner of the stairs, Gu Zian's exhortation sounds behind him, "Miss Jing, the president is asleep. When he wakes up, you must not ask him anything about that year."

"I see."

Jing xiaocan nods and agrees and rushes upstairs.

At this moment, she couldn't tell why. She wanted to see him right away.

I want to tell him I'm sorry.

Carefully walked into the bedroom, her eager eyes fell on the shadow on the bed, and she subconsciously paused.

Mo Yiqing lay there quietly. His short broken hair was soaked with sweat and close to his forehead. His cold side face was tight, his sword eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his thin lips were moving like a dream. The whole person seemed to have no hostility, decadent and helpless.

Watching, Jing xiaocan's eyes were covered with water mist.

Her nose was sour. She sucked it hard, turned into the bathroom, walked to the bed with a wet towel, sat next to him, and carefully wiped his forehead, nose and cheeks.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault. If I didn't have to let you stop, you wouldn't see the picture. I'm sorry." Jing xiaocan's wiping action is very soft, lest he wake him up, and whispers in his ear like comfort.

Just after cleaning, the mobile phone suddenly rings. Jing xiaocan is surprised and quickly walks out of the room holding the mobile phone tightly.

Glancing at the number jumping on the screen, Jing xiaocan holds his chest with one arm, lazily leaning against the wall, with a sneer on his lips, "president Song's efficiency is really high. Did he get it so soon?"

Apart from Jing Meijiao's recording, she can't think of any intersection between her and song Yibo.

If it hadn't been for this, she would have pulled him black.

Well, after she got the video, the first thing she did was black him.

She felt sick when she said one more word to him.

Listening to Jing xiaocan's indifferent and sarcastic voice, song Yibo at the other end of the receiver was slightly stunned. He choked for a long time before he found his voice. He coughed concealedly, "... Cough, I'll send you that..."

"Don't worry, don't think others are as dirty as you!" Jing xiaocan cuts off the phone directly.

The next second, the screen displays the accepted file. After Jing xiaocan saves it, click to open the recording.

Song Yibo and Jing Meijiao spoke in the silent corridor.

Song Yibo asked casually, "Jiao Jiao, the bracelet on your photo is really beautiful and exquisite. It's worth a lot at a glance."

Jingmeijiao snorted lazily, "well, it's not mine, it's jingxiaocan's."

Song Yibo asked again, "is it still in your hand now? I know a treasure expert. Let him show it."

Jing Meijiao sighed, "Alas, it's a pity to lose it."

Song Yibo exclaimed, "ah? How did you lose it?"

Jing Meijiao, "I always thought it was the heirloom of our Jing family. That time, my classmate introduced me to a treasure expert and made an appointment to meet at the brilliant hotel. Unexpectedly, a fire broke out just when I got there. At that time, I just ran out and lost my bag and mobile phone..."

It was stolen by Jing Meijiao!

After listening, Jing xiaocan gnash his teeth and drag song Yibo's number into the blacklist.

She never wanted to see the dog man and woman again in her life.

Relying on the wall, Jing xiaocan breathes a sigh of relief. However, relying on this recording alone, she doesn't know whether Mo Yiqing will believe Jing Meijiao's words and return her innocence.