Yun Qishen

Chapter 1167 The Book of Strength (5)

(God's perspective)
The truth of the story made Mo Langqin feel empty and sat down on the ground.

Za Mao is not dead, so can he still leave this field...

"Mo Liangxin, are you okay..."

Zamao stood up and wanted to help Mo Langqin, but Mo Langqin stretched out his hand to signal him to stay where he was and not to approach.

"Wait, don't get close to the young master! Miscellaneous hair... tell the young master how much do you know?"

"..."

"Why don't you speak? The young master is asking you!"

Miscellaneous Mao scratched his hair in embarrassment, he lowered his head and dared not look directly at Mo Langqin.

Mo Langqin leaned against the shoe cabinet beside him and stood up. After patting the dust off his body, he began to question Miscellaneous Mao.

"Mo Liangxin...e..."

"Don't uh uh uh! Seriously! How much do you know! Look at me!"

Miscellaneous Mao clenched his fists, but he still didn't speak.

Mo Langqin was also in a dilemma, and he didn't want to say anything to hurt Zamao, so he finally gathered the annoyance in his heart and patted his forehead in the palm of his hand.

"Miscellaneous hair, you and I have been friends since childhood..."

Mo Langqin turned to cliché from the side, but Zamao became angry when he heard the vocabulary from his friend.

His fist clenched tighter and tighter, and then he muttered loudly, "Do you really think of uh as a pot..."

"what?"

Mo Langqin didn't hear it very clearly, his doubtful tone might have irritated Zamao even more, and Zamao swung his fist at the iron door of the rental house.

"I said, do you really regard me as a friend!"

Mo Langqin was a little surprised by Zamao's sudden Mandarin.

Mo Langqin has never heard Zamao speak Mandarin a few times since he was a child, and his accent usually becomes normal when Zamao is particularly emotional.

"Miscellaneous hair, you are angry..."

"Messy! I have a name too! Do I remember my name! You always think about yourself! Do you really want me to die again!

Mo Langqin!Do you really have no conscience, you!Am I not your friend or your brother! "

"It's not miscellaneous, that's not what I mean..."

"Then you tell me what you mean! You clearly know that I will die if I go out to deliver this takeaway, why don't you tell me!"

"Master..."

"Don't talk about one young master after another! Do you really think of yourself as a great person?

Mo Langqin, you are too scary, I can't understand you at all!

Don't you want me to die?OK!I am as you wish now! "

Zamao turned around and ran towards the stairs, followed by Mo Langqin.

"Miscellaneous hair! Listen to me first! I don't mean that!" Mo Langqin tried to explain while chasing Zamao.

But Zamao completely ignored Mo Langqin out of anger, and rushed forward.

Mo Langqin stepped up and managed to grab Za Mao's clothes. He managed to hold Za Mao at the intersection.

"Don't be impulsive, I really never thought of letting you die!"

"How can I believe what you are doing now! Let go!

Miscellaneous hair is also strong, maybe Mo Langqin's skin is so white because of his weak body.

Miscellaneous Mao threw off Mo Langqin's entanglement and pushed him directly onto the road.

Fortunately, the oncoming taxi driver made an emergency stop and did not hit Mo Langqin.

"Do you know that this will kill people! If you want to make a fuss, go ahead, don't cause trouble for others! What age is it, and the quarrels are not because of money in the end! It's really..."

The driver was talking to himself, and Mo Langqin felt uncomfortable, but he didn't have the confidence to argue.

When Zamao saw the car rushing towards Mo Langqin, he was also worried, and when he saw that Mo Langqin was fine, he became angry.

"Do you know what I was thinking at the time? I was still planning to go shopping for vegetables and go back to cook our favorite dishes after delivering the takeaway in the afternoon.

We have been working hard to make money all summer!To live a better life.

You don’t have to wait for a meal, you can have an electric fan to blow the wind in summer and drink a few bottles of beer at night..."

"Miscellaneous..."

Mo Langqin stood up guiltily, and the taxi driver drove away.

Miscellaneous hair glared at Mo Langqin, "But what about you...you want me to die, so you can leave here and escape from the place you can't control! I chose to die as you wished, why did you stop me? Why are you so hypocritical!"

Za Mao turned his head and continued to hit the driveway. Mo Langqin felt guilty that he didn't subconsciously stop him. When he regained his senses, Za Mao ran into a white car as he thought.

"Sunwoo! Park Sunwoo!"

Mo Langqin ran to Zamao in a panic, and the driver of the car got out of the car to check the situation.

"What's the matter with this man?"

"Let's touch porcelain."

"Look at them coming out to cheat at a young age, this man."

A group of people soon gathered around the accident, taking pictures with their mobile phones, and spreading rumors while taking pictures.

Mo Langqin thought to himself why he wanted to leave this right and wrong place, why he wanted to go back to Gu Ao so much.

Gu Ao's people did not bring as much malice to Mo Langqin as the people here.

Miscellaneous Mao was sent to the hospital for treatment, and Mo Langqin and the driver of the car were called to mediate.

"This time the responsibility lies with us, and we take full responsibility."

Mo Langqin rubbed his hands nervously, he was worried about the situation of the miscellaneous hair.

"I will not pursue this matter. There is no crack or dent in my car. These two children are not very old, so let them go this time. I think the two children here also had a dispute.

I will be responsible for the consequences. "

The driver was also kind-hearted. Seeing that Mo Langqin was not the kind of blackmailer, he didn't plan to pursue it.

"What's going on here? We caused the accident, so the responsibility here is natural..."

"Why are your children so stubborn? It's not easy to be a human being with car insurance, and it's not easy for you young people to be under a lot of pressure. If you can do less things, do less things. The responsibility is nothing on me, a middle-aged uncle.

But if you are so impulsive in the future, you will never meet someone like me who can let you go. "

"thanks……"

Mo Langqin saluted the driver and apologized.

After dealing with the matter here, Mo Langqin also rushed to the hospital to wait for the news of Miscellaneous Hair.

The driver is very nice, even the cost of the treatment is paid by him.

Mo Langqin even memorized the driver's license plate number, thinking about repaying him in the future.

Za Mao lay in the hospital for three days before waking up, and Mo Langqin didn't sleep much for three days here.

When Mo Langqin saw Zamao opened his eyes, he had a lot to say in his heart, and he wanted to explain, but in the end he only said a word of greeting.

"Are you awake... Are you thirsty? May I pour you a glass of water?"

Zamao watched Mo Langqin busy, but he didn't say a word.

(End of this chapter)