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Long Qian didn't want to go home.

She suddenly hated the fact that she could no longer be happy and be herself, as she had been in the past.

She was the second young mistress of the Mo family, and her every move would bring out a lot of news. His every word and action had been labelled, bringing more or less news to the Mo family.

She was the mother of the baby. She had to be strong enough to face everything, hit, taunt … She could no longer burst into tears like she used to when she was wronged. When he was bullied, he would raise his fist and fiercely counterattack.

She wanted to set an example in front of the baby. She couldn't be dressed up by anyone or anything. She could not easily express her negative emotions.

But she couldn't help it! She wanted to cry, she wanted to make trouble, she wanted to do something … He wanted to point at Mo Yeyue's nose and curse him harshly. However, she could only swallow all the grievances and grievances down to the last straw, pretending that nothing had happened as she smiled at everyone.

The cold wind blew again, and she could not help but hug herself. It was hard to tell if it was tears or rain.

Not bad! I'm really glad. She knew how big the gap between her and Mo Ye Han was. He was such a high and mighty man. His wealth could rival an entire nation's worth of wealth. With a flip of his hand, he became a cloud, with a flip of his hand, he became a rain.

But her? She was just an ordinary woman. All he wanted was to get a portion that belonged to him. A small amount of love was enough.

What she wanted, he might not be able to give! What he wanted, she gave him was incomplete!

Again and again, misunderstanding, awkwardness, coldness … The scorching heat in his heart had disappeared without a trace in this endless cold war!

She seemed to see her own heart drop to the ground after she died. No matter how cold the rain, no matter how cold the wind, it would slowly scatter and fly into the distance. It would no longer be able to put together a complete picture.

Heh! Hehe! He really wasn't too sad. At least, she was holding back.

As the strong alcohol entered his throat, his scalding tears began to flow.

Amidst the rumbling of thunder, Long Qian staggered a bit and fell unconscious …

Mo Ye Han received a call from the security guards before he knew that something had happened to Long Qian. On the phone, the security guard said fearfully that he saw a woman lying in the rain, holding an empty bottle of white wine. Several security staff did not dare to come forward to touch it. One of them recognized the person who looked like the Mo family's second young master's wife. Only then did he contact Mo Eversnow.

"..." Second Young Master, we really can't be sure if it's your wife or not, so … "

Upon hearing these words, Mo Eversnow was certain that the woman who would do such a foolish thing in the rain was Long Qian Qian. There was no one else.

He asked anxiously, "Where is she now?"

"In our reception room."

"I'll be there soon!" After Mo Yeyan finished speaking coldly, he immediately hung up.

It turned out that Mo Yeyhan had finished his business and was preparing to leave for his old home. Now, he was driving the car to the place the security guards told him about. He got out of the car and walked inside.

The security guards didn't dare to delay any longer and led him to the rest area inside the reception room. Pointing at the wet woman lying on the bed, they said, "Second young master, please come and see if it's your wife."

With just a glance, Mo Yehan wished he could kill this small security guard!

Damn it! With his clothes and his real body, it was clear that he was Long Qian. But they didn't send her to the hospital first, they left her here instead. Did they want her to die?

Mo Ye Han didn't say anything, picked up Long Qian's arm, and walked out.

Looking at this, the bodyguard ran to catch up: "Second Young Master, this …. Is it really your wife? "We deserve to die. If we knew it was your wife, we …"

Mo Ye Han's footsteps did not stop, but a cold gaze swept across them as he coldly said, "You really deserve to die!"

When the security guards heard this, they were so shocked that they stopped in their tracks. Ye Zichen covered his heart with his hand. Finished, finished …

Mo Ye Han stuffed Long Qian Chao into the car. Damn, she was really reeking of alcohol.

You can drink that? And he drank white wine? Did she not know that she was already a mother? He actually defiled his own body!

With a sullen face, the man fastened her seat belt. Then he closed the door and stepped into the driver's seat. The car started up and sped towards the hospital.

Long Qian really did drink too much. She was drunk to the point of being completely unconscious. She didn't even know what she was talking about, but she kept crying with her head lowered.

Mo Ye Han didn't ask her anything, he really had nothing to say to a drunkard. However, he had a gloomy brow the entire time. The woman finally stopped making noise and fell asleep while tilting her head.

An abnormal red flush appeared on both cheeks.

Mo Eversnow stretched out his hand to take a look! Instantly, the flames of fury once again rushed to his head! Damn it, her forehead was so hot. It was raining heavily outside, but she was still drinking while it rained down on her … He was truly angered to death.

The car stopped in front of the hospital. Mo Eversnow got out of the car and carried the sleeping woman in his arms.

Perhaps it was because his movements were too strong, but the woman woke up with a groan. She closed her eyes and slapped the man's chest with all her might. Originally, her strength wasn't that great. Even if she really hit him, he wouldn't feel any pain.

But today was different. Today, she was a drunkard, so the strength in her hands was surprisingly great. Furthermore, they were all continuously hitting the same spot. Naturally, it was extremely painful.

Mo Eversnow felt the excruciating pain, but he only furrowed his brows. He grabbed her hands and controlled them before roaring, "Long Qian Qian, behave yourself!"

Perhaps it was because she heard his voice, so familiar. The woman suddenly began to cry, but the force of the slap became even stronger.

"Go away …" I don't want you to pummel me... "Go away..."

"You're drunk and have a fever, I'll take you to the hospital!"

"I don't want it! Even if I die, you don't have to care! "Let me go …"

Mo Ye was so cold that he wanted to strangle her to death. The big hand grabbed her chin, "Don't let me care, who do you want to care? Your little lover, eh? "

The woman trembled as the wronged expression on her face became even more pronounced. She bared her fangs and brandished her claws at the man, "Mo Ye Han..." You bastard, you're not a man... You're the only man in my life... All my love has been given to you, and you still suspect me of being with other men … I hate you... "Sob, sob, sob …"