Chapter 794

If there was no urgent matter to report, Zhong Lin would never have come to Donglin villa near the early hours of the morning. He knew that this matter was crucial and could not be delayed.

And Mo Liancheng is just a person sitting in the living room, no sleepiness. The pain from the little finger is constantly tormenting every nerve in the whole body. The pain is like the pain in the heart. Maybe this is the ten fingers that the old people often talk about.

Mo Liancheng thought like this, already Zhong Lin nodded thoughtfully, some puzzled asked, "total ink, what is this?"

"There are a group of people in the peripheral forces who have received professional training but have been removed from the relevant formal organizations for their bad deeds. They gather together to take on various tasks and make money.

Of course, it is difficult to find them, and the price is high. But their professional ethics are very good, so they are safe enough. This armband is a sign for them to identify their own people.

In the Jiangcheng chamber of Commerce, other owners employed them. I saw this armband once at a private party. I was very impressed because of its special appearance. "

Mo Liancheng told Zhong Lin about the origin of this armband. In retrospect, if it was not for the unique design of this armband, it would be very difficult to impress him. Unexpectedly, less than a year later, I saw this armband again.

At the same time, Mao Zedong also admired his president's keenness Who on earth should employ such a man to deal with Mrs. Mo? "

Mo Liancheng eyes deep, cold said, "the people behind, may not be aimed at Qing Qing, his ultimate goal is likely to be the Mohist group."

Zhong Lin frowned, but he also had the direction of investigation. At least, he didn't have to bump around like a headless fly.

"Don't worry, Mr. mo. I will find out these people!" Zhong Lin was biting his teeth and said bitterly, but his palm was tightly clenched. He hated these people. If it was not for their own president, he would not have broken a finger, and his beloved woman would not still be unconscious.

"Well, be careful."

Mo Liancheng had some worried advice. It was this sentence that made Zhong Lin feel the seriousness of the situation, because in the past, no matter what he was doing, he was very relieved to give it to himself, but this was the only thing that made him ask himself to be more careful. It is not a simple and easy enemy to deal with.

But this armband also made Mo Liancheng nervous. These people did not reach their goal, which means that they are still in Jiangcheng. That is, Mu Qingqing is still in danger, all of which makes Molian city feel uneasy.

Song house.

After leaving the hospital, song Yanshu went to the studio to deal with the latest film appointment. Since Mu Qingqing could not continue to be active in the entertainment industry because of her body, song Yanshu consciously reduced her work and gradually faded out of the entertainment circle. At present, there are too many incredible things happening in Jiangcheng. It seems that everything is deliberately aimed at Mu Qingqing. Song Yanshu has no mind to continue filming.

It was about 10:30 p.m. when I returned from the studio to the Song family. Song Yanshu's face was still bruised, and the wound at the corner of his mouth still showed no sign of healing, and he had to wait for a while. However, song Yanshu didn't deliberately cover up all the wounds on the surface, but fortunately, he didn't meet the reporters who followed the shooting on the road.

Uncle an came up as usual. Song Yanshu didn't come back these days. The last time we met was the morning when we went to Donglin villa to rob Mu Qingqing, that is three days ago.

"Young master, you are back. Have you finished your dinner? Do you want to ask the servant to prepare some?" Uncle an said lightly, but his eyes fell on Song Yanshu's face. He didn't speak. He seemed to be waiting for the answer of song Yanshu, whether to eat or not.

Song Yanshu stood in place, his eyes open to meet uncle an's eyes. He threw his coat on one side of the sofa, and slowly opened his mouth, "no eating, no appetite."

Uncle an nodded and said with a smile, "then I'll ask the servants to put you bath water, and I'll give you a hot cup of milk to calm the nerves..."

"Young master, the wound on your face What happened? You've got it? " Uncle an asked slightly concerned, but his expression did not fluctuate.

"It doesn't matter if you hurt yourself in the fight." Song Yan Shu said lightly, but his eyes never left an uncle's face.

Uncle an nodded, "I'll get you hot milk..."

"Don't you wonder who I'm fighting with?"

Song Yanshu stopped uncle an and said, "Uncle an, it's not like you. On weekdays, you must be very nervous and keep asking, and then you will help me deal with the aftermath, right?"

Uncle Ann stopped, his hands hanging on his side quietly clenched his fist, and then squeezed out a kind smile on his gloomy face, "young master, I'm worried about what you said. But I think you're tired, so I'm thinking about not bothering you any more

With that, uncle an went up to check song Yanshu's injury, and asked with some concern, "young master, is your injury serious? I'll send someone to get the medicine box. Who on earth did this? Even the owner of our song family dares to move!"Song Yan Shu's expression is indifferent, and uncle an's eyes are not very peaceful. The atmosphere is extremely strange at present. Everyone knows that this worry is too hypocritical. Uncle an's reason is far fetched. It can be seen that the old fox took song Yanshu's move without any precaution.