Chapter 701

No. 37 Wharf in Nanping District of Jiangcheng is the only place where you can leave Jiangcheng without leaving any traces. As long as you have money, there is nothing you can't do.

There are many ferries here, carrying a large number of goods from Jiangcheng port to all over the world every day. Over time, such a convenient way is naturally used by those who have the intention to send some things or people who can't see light. This is the best way. As long as you are lucky enough, miracles can't happen.

At 2:30 a.m., the night sky of Jiangcheng has been covered with a thick layer of ink. There is no star in the night sky of thousands of miles. It is just a line between clean and fuzzy.

Rongjie, dressed in a down jacket, arms around her upper body, paced back and forth on the dock. She arrived an hour ahead of schedule. Now she was almost soaked in the cold wind of the cold night, shivering. Of course, tension and fear account for the majority of this.

She didn't even dare to open her mobile phone. The day before yesterday, she kept the other party's advice in mind and did not dare to make any mistakes or mistakes.

You must not turn on your mobile phone. I will meet you at 3:30 a.m. the day after tomorrow, and arrange a boat to take you out of Jiangcheng.

Sister Rong looked at the time on her watch. Less than three minutes before 3:30 in the morning, a black high-class private car came slowly from the side of the road to the wharf.

Sister Rong's heart is full of secret joy, thinking that she will soon be able to leave Jiangcheng and live a stable petty bourgeoisie life, but it is also a good thing. I just don't know if many policemen have been searching for themselves in these two days. It's not so good to be a fugitive.

The car came slowly, crushing the small stones on the shore of the wharf, making a small "hissing and cheering" sound, as if lighting up the last glimmer of hope for the whole dark night.

Sister Rong loosened her arms and trotted up all the way. The smile on her face was frozen stiff.

The door of the back seat of the car was pushed open from the inside, and a pair of slender legs stepped down from the seat. A long cashmere coat with great texture showed her upright figure very neatly. Sister Rong's smile gradually froze on her face, until her eyes fell on the man's gloomy face, almost all of her reason collapsed in an instant.

"Less Young master... "

"How is it you?" Sister Rong stammered. She could not help but step back two steps and looked around like she was afraid. Until it was confirmed that only Mo Liancheng and Zhong Lin were the only ones who came here, she could not help but calm down a little.

"Don't look. The person you're waiting for doesn't come and won't come." Mo Liancheng said coldly, as if already knew everything.

Sister Rong frowned, wrinkled face more gully, she did not care so much, quickly turned on the phone, and then dialed the number the night before yesterday, but the other party was always unable to answer.

Mo Liancheng took out his phone and dialed the familiar phone number of Rong Jie again. Within three seconds, a familiar voice came. Mo Liancheng just prevaricated and hung up the phone, "see? She has already blackened your phone number. What's your expectation?"

Rong elder sister's knuckles were loosened, and the phone in her hand fell on the ground and made a dull sound.

The next day.

Mo Han took the initiative to call Mo Liancheng. It happened that Mo Liancheng had something to discuss with her sister, so they went to a high-class bar in the evening.

The environment of the bar is good. It's not a place where people are extremely noisy and full of good and bad people. People who can come to drink here are either rich or expensive, because the cheapest wine here costs tens of thousands of yuan.

Jazz in blues with the special music style of cello accompaniment sets off a unique night. This is a long lost chat and drink between Mo Liancheng and Mo Han. The last time, it has almost disappeared in memory.

"What can I do for you?" When he saw Mo Han coming, he couldn't help but say in a cold voice, with a word of indifference.

Mo Han smiles, raises his hand to call the waiter to come over and orders a foreign wine with a degree not too low. "I thought the misunderstanding between our brothers and sisters has been solved. Are you still blaming my sister for so many years for ignoring the Mohist school?"

Mo Liancheng slightly lowered his eyes, but the dim eyes in his eyes could no longer show his imposing spirit. This is probably the magic of blood relationship. Therefore, moliancheng can understand the relationship between mu Qingqing and Jin Shixun.

Mo Han grinned and didn't mean to ask, "it's just that my brother and sister sit together and have a chat. I have nothing left now. You are the only brother in the world. Once upon a time, I was too strong and enterprising. When I was free, I always felt very lonely. Please accompany my sister. Tonight... "

Mo Han's eyes are full of helplessness belonging to a woman. Her delicate eyebrows and eyes have been unconsciously stained with a few wrinkles. I think that Mo Han is more than ten years old than himself. Now it's really hard to escape the hardships of years. It's the first time that Mo Han shows weakness to himself. It's not a sense of achievement, but a faint heartache.The light brown alcohol liquid rolled down the transparent ice in the glass until it was completely submerged. Mo Han drank it all by himself. Within two cups, her cheek had already been stained with a layer of blush. It seems that her drinking capacity is not good.

"It's not that you don't give face..." Mo Han pushes the wine cup in front of Mo Liancheng as he does. His drunken and hazy appearance is quite like that of a night elder sister.

Mo Liancheng can no longer stretch his sensitive nerves. He breathes a sigh of relief, raises his hand and pours a glass of wine in front of him into his stomach. The cold and sour alcohol instantly makes people feel refreshed and comfortable.

That's what alcohol does, pulling you into a whirlpool, a little bit addictive, until you lose your mind.

Soon, Mo Han ordered another bottle of wine, "Tonight we are not drunk, come..."

Mo Liancheng's flat face is also gradually some shallow smile, after all, is the brother and sister, how the hatred in the heart time will become simple.

"Ah..."

Mo Liancheng sighed, but also some slightly drunk drunk on the head.

"Sigh what, if this river city even you sigh, others will not have a way to live." Mo Han joked and said, but kept drinking wine.

Mo Liancheng also put down his guard and complained about Mu Qingqing's poor health recently. "Not only that, sister Rong, you should remember that after working in the Mohist family for more than 20 years, she suddenly borrowed a large amount of money from me and went back to my hometown a few days ago. In fact, I'm really reluctant to part with it..."