Chapter 437

See wood Joe, the man roared, "are you crazy, squat here, this speed is so fast, you are not afraid of an accident."

The man looked at Muqiao and roared loudly. Muqiao looked up at Mo Han with tears in her eyes. The light was dark, but she didn't need to see it at all, so she recognized someone's voice. She jumped up, wiped her tears, cried and laughed, "Mo Han, you're not dead, ha ha Mo Han... "

The man breathed heavily, didn't speak much, pulled her, sat in the car, the door closed, Joe could not help sitting in the co driver's cab, covered his face and cried, "Wu..."

She couldn't help crying, "I I thought I thought you There's something wrong with you She cried like a child and convulsed violently.

The man stretched out his hand and patted her on the back with his big hand. He was distressed and helpless.

Knowing that after the accident, he was worried and left his mobile phone in the hotel. Knowing that she was here, he quickly looked for her.

After a while, the car got off the highway.

To a small county, they stayed in a hotel.

After the door of the room was closed, the man held wooden Joe tightly in his arms.

"What's going on? They They said you had an accident

Mo Han took out a few paper towels and gently wiped his tears for Muqiao. "Next time, you can't do such a dangerous thing, you know?"

Joe sniffed and nodded.

"Perhaps, thank you."

"What do you mean?" Thick nasal voice, hoarse voice, remind Mo Han, this woman may cry for a long time.

"He did the accident." After Mo Han said this, Muqiao was stunned. Then she covered her mouth and looked at Mo Han strangely, "you You mean it's him? Is he responsible for the accident? "

The panic on her face made Mohan regret telling her the truth.

Her world should not be so complicated and bloody.

Indeed, Muqiao was frightened. She could not imagine that this was what a father would do to his own son.

"Didn't he want you to inherit the family? Why? "

But Mo Han looked up at Muqiao with a relieved smile, "because he has no family property that I can inherit."

Muqiao frowned, "isn't No more? "

Mohan didn't make it clear, but Muqiao saw the answer in his eyes.

But, that's his own son. This tiger poison doesn't eat son? Is this still human?

Mo Han got up, picked up the mineral water on the cupboard, handed the bottle to Muqiao, "go to wash down first, look at your body." Said, bent over, for her to take off the body of the cowboy jacket, shaking, all dust.

Muqiao touched his nose, stood up from the stool, put his hands around Mohan's waist, and put his head on his chest, "Mohan, you haven't told me how you escaped?"

Mo Han gently pushed her away, bowed his head and gave her a kiss on the lip. Then he felt a small brocade box from his pants pocket and came out, "I was going to drive back, but in order to get this thing, I decided to go back by plane."

The brocade box opens, is a necklace, a row of diamonds formed MM's words, does not look carefully, is like the water ripple general.

"It was made to order by a master. I wanted to give it to you, but no one took it."

Mo Han said, on behalf of wood Joe wear on the neck, "happy birthday."

Muqiao was obviously surprised. Yes, she forgot that today was her birthday.

He then said, "it also means that I should not die."

"It seems that God is not willing to let me be a widow."

"Wash it first."

Muqiao didn't move.

"Together?" The man deliberately provoked her.

The woman released him quickly and turned into the bathroom.

The hotel in xiaoxiancheng, no matter how high-grade it is, is only standard. Muqiao has a headache. He's in a hurry and doesn't bring anything.

Simple wash, come out, Mohan smoking on the balcony outside, because she is sensitive to the smell of smoke, two people together, she saw Mohan smoking for the first time, the man's practice, more or less hurt his heart.

Hearing the sound, the man put out half of his cigarette and stood outside for a while before he came in.

Muqiao came forward and hugged him. "Is it hard in my heart?"

"Sleep first, I'll take a bath." The man finished and rubbed her head.

Looking at the man's straight back, Muqiao had a heartache in her eyes. She went to the balcony and looked down. When she just came over, she saw a noodle shop downstairs.

Think about it and you're out.

She guessed that Mohan didn't have dinner.

As soon as the noodles were cooked, when she was ready to pay with her mobile phone, she saw that Mo Han was calling her. As soon as she was ready to answer, she saw the anxious man in front of the noodle shop.

Hang up the phone, pay the money, go out, she stood behind him, a voice called: "Mohan."

The man turned and looked at her and the face on her hand, relieved.His hair is still dripping with water. He should have come out after washing and found that she was not there.

Think about it, she came forward, took his hand, "come on, go back to eat noodles."

The man is very obedient to let her lead, at this moment, he is like a vulnerable child in general, let the wood Joe and distressed a bit.

"Eat the noodles quickly."

When she got to the room, she put the noodles on the table and said aloud as she untied the bag.

The man from behind embraces her waist, the water drop in the strength, some cold, heart, but very warm.

What's the use of glory and wealth, what's the use of power, if people are gone?

"Mo Han, live well for me and Xiaoyou in the future."

The man made a sound.

"I'm very scared today, so I thought, if something really happens to you, how can I survive? Do you want to go with me?" She broke the chopsticks in half.

The big hand around his waist tightened a little. "Don't think about it. It's almost over."

Muqiao nodded and pulled away his hand. "Come on, eat quickly. It's battered for a while."

"Eat together."

"I won't, I'll have dinner."

The man obediently sat on the stool to eat noodles. Muqiao went to the bathroom and took out the hair dryer to blow Mohan's hair. The voice was very noisy, but their hearts were very calm.

That night, they hugged each other and fell asleep. They had a tacit understanding and did nothing.

When it was almost dawn, Muqiao felt a slight movement beside him. When he opened his eyes, he found that Mo Han had his hands behind his head and his eyes were open. It seemed that he was thinking about something. Obviously, he didn't sleep all night.

"Don't you sleep, Mohan?"

Mo Han side body, lightly pinched on her face next, "wake you up?"

Muqiao sat up, picked up the pillow pad in the back of his head, "you are in a bad mood, you can talk to me, Mohan, husband and wife, should share the joys and sorrows."

"Someone took the blame for him. He escaped."

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