Chapter 678

"Moliancheng, you hurt me, let go!"

Mu Qingqing tried to wriggle his wrist, trying to break free from the shackles of Mo Liancheng. There was a bloody finger mark on his delicate white skin. Mo Liancheng really used his strength, and he was really angry.

"Mu Qingqing, my tolerance for you is limited!" Mo Liancheng suddenly raised his voice, which made Mu Qingqing shiver violently.

At the same time, Mo Liancheng pushed Mu Qingqing onto the sofa. Unfortunately, at this time, the VIP service specialist outside the door knocked on the door. When he was not promised, he pushed the door and came in, "Mr. and Mrs. Mo, the plane is about to take off, please as soon as possible..."

Before the words fell, she was frightened by the eyes of Mo Liancheng. The scene in front of her was self-evident. She must have misunderstood something.

"Go away!" The voice of Molian city is cold and sharp, which is comparable to the frost in winter.

The service personnel were scared, and they quickly bowed their bodies, and even those who did not dare to raise their heads went out. All the words in their mouths were words of apology.

"Moliancheng, are you crazy?" As soon as Mu Qingqing got up, she was pressed down by moliancheng's rough hand. Her strength was less than one tenth of that of Mo Liancheng. Moreover, Mo Liancheng, who had lost her sense, was more like a beast with a violent and obvious smell of blood.

He has already red eyes, there is no reason to speak of.

Mu Qingqing struggled unreasonably, like a pitiful little beast that could be slaughtered by others. In addition to the occasional howling and grinning expression of anger in her heart, Mu Qingqing had no strength to break free.

"Song Yan Shu's technology is good, or my technology is good!" Mo Liancheng's language is vulgar and unbearable. She provokes Mu Qingqing's bottom line again and again, but does not give her a chance to speak.

The blood of the fundus of the eye is like a vine, twining with the black pupil, this is the answer.

In the end, the time of the plane was wrong. However, the VIP service specialist waiting at the door did not dare to knock on the door to remind him. He was afraid that one of his reckless colleagues would rush in and get into trouble.

Forty minutes and thirty-seven seconds later, Mu Qingqing looked pale and ran away in a panic. Mo Liancheng sat in the room, his face as cold as night, paint a piece, no light.

This is a happy wedding trip, but it has become such a miserable appearance.

Mu Qingqing's explanation has been choked in her throat, without saying half a word to show weakness. She is this kind of temperament. The more exciting and hard she is, the more arrogant she will be. So from the beginning of the heart with guilt, to later is with Mo Liancheng angry.

The furthest distance between two people is never the dialogue in Zhou Xingxing's film. For mu Qingqing and Mo Liancheng, the farthest distance is just a weak attitude, which is a thousand miles away.

Mu Qingqing's nose is sour and astringent, and her eyes are blurry at the moment when she runs out of the airport hall and sees the wind. The hot liquid almost melts the eyeballs. Just like those emotions that keep warming up, the speed of decay far exceeds the speed of growth.

Fortunately, in order to make it easier for Mo Liancheng and Mu Qingqing to return to Jiangcheng from Ireland, Zhong Lin specially sent a driver of the Mohist group to drive the car of Mo Liancheng to the airport for standby, and then the driver went back with Zhong Lin's car.

Unexpectedly, this careful arrangement provided convenience for mu Qingqing's escape. Instead of thinking about it, she took out the car key that Zhong Lin handed to her two hours ago from her pocket. She quickly sat in the driver's cab, started the car, and slammed down the accelerator.

The silver Aston Martin of Molian city is very fast, like an arrow leaving the string. Within three seconds, it disappears in the sight of the public, as if it had never been in the future.

Mu Qingqing's tears blurred, she felt very aggrieved, that kind of plainly aggrieved but what can not explain the feeling is extremely uncomfortable. Mo Liancheng's rude behavior made Mu Qingqing feel ashamed. She hated him, at least at that moment.

The tumultuous thoughts in his mind are disorderly. In addition to stepping on the accelerator desperately, Mu Qingqing doesn't know how he can vent himself. Moliancheng's baby car, it's better if it's smashed.

When Mu Qingqing said this in a fit of pique, he deliberately rubbed the stone wall along the mountain road with the car body and made a sharp noise. In addition, Mu Qingqing did not know what he could do.

Just at the corner of the road around the mountain and heading for the city, a retrograde car is coming towards Mu Qingqing. Mu Qingqing stares round his eyes, screams and jerks the steering wheel, trying to avoid the cars passing by. But because of dodging, he swerved and hit the stone wall.

However, the oncoming car successfully avoided Mu Qingqing. After a short pause, it suddenly stepped on the accelerator and drove away from the scene of the accident.

Mu Qingqing's eyes gradually became narrow and fuzzy. She just felt pain all over her body, especially her forehead. Vaguely, she watched the truck run away. Before that, she was just opposite to the people sitting in the driver's cab. In a flash, there was a roar of the car starting, accompanied by her own consciousness, and gradually went away.

It was not until the next car passed by that Mu Qingqing was taken to the hospital and called the police.When Mu Qingqing opened his eyes, the face that appeared in front of him was not Mo Liancheng, but song Yanshu. He was holding his hand tightly and was almost covered with a layer of sweat.

"If you want me to say so, you don't need to meet me in this way." When he was joking, song Yanshu was obviously relieved. How worried he was that Mu Qingqing would not wake up and how worried that one side an hour ago would become the last one between them.

Fortunately, Mu Qingqing wakes up.

"My head hurts..." Mu Qingqing subconsciously reaches out to touch, but is stopped by song Yanshu.

"Don't move. Your head is injured. The doctor has just finished treating the wound for you. There will be a comprehensive examination of the brain CT and the body. But it seems that there is no big problem. Don't worry about it..."

"I hit the car. Did anyone have an accident?" Mu Qingqing is still concerned about the situation at the scene. She is afraid that the past five years will be repeated.

Song Yanshu carefully helped Mu Qingqing to his feet. His voice was indifferent, as if his confession had never happened. "You are still in the mood to worry about others. It seems that your brain is really OK!"

Mu Qingqing wanted to fly a white eye in the past, but how could she wrinkle her eyebrows and her forehead was a burst of unbearable pain.

Even if it didn't hurt the brain, the bleeding pain was really enough to collapse. Mu Qingqing struggled to get up and rub her aching shoulder, "Why are you here?"