Chapter 387

Muqiao nodded to her. When she heard the words of migrant workers again, Muqiao's heart sank a little.

Mo's president, the man with a business mind that ordinary people can't match, the man who can easily take the position of CEO in any company, is far from migrant workers.

"Do you have his phone number?"

The woman shakes her head. "No one who will not meet in the future, what do you want to do?"

Elder sister Xie Yu doesn't hide her identity at all.

Joe nodded.

This night, Muqiao almost did not sleep, she was full of the same name, the same looking man.

She admitted that she said love to Mo Han, too exaggerated, more, may be heartache, there are faint palpitations.

She and Liu Hua asked for a leave and took a taxi to a place according to the address given by elder sister Xie Yu.

This is a village in the city to be demolished.

Dahong's handwriting is everywhere. Generally, such houses are very cheap because of their instability. Many migrant workers come here to rent.

Fortunately, the house number is still clear.

Well, she found the address. It's a very old-fashioned three story building, in a state of disrepair.

She knocked, and the rusty door iron clattered.

After a while, someone opened the door.

He was a middle-aged and old man, wearing dusty overalls and yawning. Far away, Muqiao could smell the smell of smoke and wine from him.

"Who are you looking for?" Men seem to be disturbed sleepy, tone is very bad.

"I'm looking for Don't forget it When he said Mo Han, Muqiao took a breath.

The man frowned, "nothing, no, No." Then he closed the iron door again.

Muqiao tried to knock at the door, but his hand finally dropped.

Looking at the time, it's already ten o'clock in the morning. If he really works at the construction site, he should not be at home now.

Think about it, and then knock on the door again. This time, it opened very fast. The man's eyes became a little fierce. Even when he saw that Muqiao was so beautiful, he didn't have any plans to pity her. He said in a loud voice: "Laozi..."

A few red bills in front of the man, let him back curse words, suddenly stopped.

"I just want to know who lives here? Can I go in and have a look? "

The man took the money quickly, dipped in saliva, counted, there were six or seven, in the heart a joy, quickly let wood Joe in.

"Here, please."

Here outside looking at three floors, go inside, Muqiao just see, stairs already collapsed, only the first floor can barely live.

The smell of sweat and alcohol in the room made her want to cover her nose and feel impolite.

"There are three people living in this house. I and two others are working on the construction site. One lives in this house and the other lives in that house. Just go in and have a look." The middle-aged man said, and went forward to help Muqiao open the door.

It's a world of difference that money can make the devil push the mill.

The layout of the two rooms is similar, with a bed and a simple table. The difference is that one is dirty and the other is clean.

She instinctively chose the cleaner room.

Just looking at a cigarette end with an iron cover on the table and a wine bottle on the ground, Muqiao's heart was cool again. Don't smoke or drink.

"Is the name of the person who lives in this room Mohan?"

The middle-aged and old man touched his head, "well, I really don't know. It seems that he can't speak. He never goes out and doesn't talk to us."

Muqiao thought of yesterday's meal, the man from come in to go, really did not say a word.

Looking at her going, the middle-aged and old man suddenly came up, "well, I know which construction site he works at."

Muqiao turned around, looked at his greedy eyes, opened the bag and handed over another 300 yuan.

The man couldn't hide his joy. "Go, I'll take you. It's near here."

Muqiao nodded, and she didn't want to see the Yellow River.

In my heart, I'm afraid, and I'm looking forward to it. I'm afraid it's just similar, and I'm looking forward to a miracle.

The construction site is not far from here, but because houses are being built everywhere, it is very chaotic. There is a pit and a pile of sundries here. It took more than ten minutes to walk to the construction site.

"Go and ask the people over there. Maybe someone will know you."

Muqiao nodded, the middle-aged man stepped back, "next time, what do you want to know, tell me."

"Well."

The middle-aged man left.

A beautiful woman to the men gathered on the site, the quality of good, secretly look at two eyes, poor quality, has whistled.

"Hey, who are you? You can't walk around because you don't know the site is very important? Who is responsible for the death of a person Behind him came a sharp voice of censure.

Muqiao turned his head and saw a man with a helmet pointing at her.She hesitated for a moment, stepped forward a few steps, smiling at the man, "Hello, I'm looking for someone."

The man was about thirty years old. When he was laughed by Muqiao, his voice suddenly softened. "Beauty, you should go to the safe area with me first. If the brick falls down and hits the head, it will kill you." The man pointed upstairs.

Then he led the way.

To the so-called safety zone, the man said, "who are you looking for?"

"Mohan."

"Mo What do you mean The man yelled at the back, "who knows Mo Han?"

They all shook their heads. Suddenly, a small voice came from the crowd. "She's looking for wood, isn't she? I remember his name as if it were Han

Then someone added, "it seems that, strange, these two days, how old beauty came to him."

"They look good."

"It's useless. Isn't it the same as Laozi? How can you make a duck? "

Muqiao frowned and turned to the man in front of him with a smile. "Well, can you help him come here for a while? I'm afraid it's not safe in the past."

"Then who, you go and call people over."

Beauty's advantage is that for the greedy people, as long as a smile, it is more effective than money.

When Mo Han came, it was half an hour later.

When he saw Muqiao, he just took a look, lowered his head, stood in front of her and did not speak.

A work clothes, above is dust and mud, face, hands, all avoid.

She still remembered that Mohan had a slight habit of cleanliness. After wearing the suit coat once, even if it was only half an hour, it had to be dry cleaned.

"Mohan, I'm Muqiao. Are you Mohan I know?"

Although the hope in the heart is more and more small, but wooden Joe still can't help asking.

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