I really don't want to take shortcuts anymore

Chapter 344 Mr. Mo also has today

Logically speaking, after hearing Luo Qianhuai's words, the person in front of her should not have rejected her kindness. But he used his robe sleeves to cover his face even more tightly. Not only did he not say a word, he kept twisting his body, trying to avoid her support.

"Young Master, please do not hide your illness and avoid medical treatment." Luo Qianhuai could more or less guess what this noble Young Master was thinking. Being beaten is a small matter, but the humiliation is a big deal. Moreover, it is still in front of a strange woman, so I can only console myself: "Although the flesh and skin injuries are not serious, I am afraid that the person who just attacked did not know the seriousness and hurt his heart. If not, let me check it out." .”

"No." When the man heard this, he suddenly said two words. It's just that these two words were obviously pronounced with a suppressed voice, which sounded very strange.

Luo Qianhuai suddenly had doubts in his heart. This person covered his face and changed his voice. Could it be that he was familiar with him? But she was unfamiliar with the place in Xijing. When did she meet such a well-dressed nobleman?

No, it seems that there really is such a person. She raised her eyes and looked at the people around her. The more she looked, the more familiar they seemed. They are all very similar in height and body shape. The long crow-green hair that falls down is extremely smooth. The cuffs reveal slender jade-colored fingers. The nails are rounded and neatly trimmed, glowing softly in the moonlight.

She put the tip of her nose close to the other person's robe and smelled it deeply, and smelled a very faint fragrance of cold plum.

Sure enough, schadenfreude is an unavoidable evil of human nature. Once the identity of the other party was confirmed, Luo Qianhuai's first reaction was to chuckle in his heart.

See you soon, who would have thought that Mr. Mo, who was usually aloof, cool, and majestic in front of his subordinates, would one day be put in a cloth bag and beaten violently?
Luo Qianhuai didn't need to think deeply to guess the reason. This is not the first time that Mr. Mo has pretended not to understand martial arts in front of outsiders. I guess there are more things to hide in Xijing City. Otherwise, how could Wei Ying and Wei Cang not even be seen?

He just didn't know if his appearance would disrupt his plan. But since the system allowed her to appear here at this time, it must have been calculated that the trouble caused by her scumbag father could be solved by Mr. Mo, right?
But she would rather owe a favor to a stranger than owe him any more.

"Sir." She changed her mind and let go of her hand: "Since you are no longer in trouble, I will stop being troublesome. Now I'll take my leave."

Mr. Mo's footsteps stagnated slightly, and an almost inaudible "ok" came from his throat.

Luo Qianhuai watched him staggering forward alone, and was about to turn around and leave when several people suddenly rushed from behind.

They are all personal guards of Mr. Mo, and the leader is Wei Lan.

"Mrs. Luo, why are you here?" Wei Lan was surprised and happy, and shouted at Mr. Mo at the top of her lungs:
"Sir, how are you? Why don't you let Mrs. Luo take a look at it? Don't leave any hidden dangers."

The figure in front suddenly froze there. After a while, he slowly put down the sleeves covering his face and turned around.

The cold white skin that was usually shiny and white now had several red, purple and blue scars on it. The bottom of his left eye was black and the corner of his right mouth was bleeding. It's just because he has such a good base, even in this situation, he still doesn't look ugly, but is full of a kind of sadistic beauty.

"Master!" Wei Lan and several other guards couldn't believe their eyes. They immediately fell to their knees on the ground, heartbroken and said: "The Lord has humiliated me and died. Please spare your subordinates' lives for the time being. After today's revenge is avenged, I can avenge my shame with death!"

Luo Qianhuai watched coldly, but heard Mr. Mo say calmly: "What happens tonight has nothing to do with you, it doesn't have to be like this. The curfew is coming soon, let's go back first."

So her guess was correct. It was Mr. Mo who showed weakness on purpose. Seeing Wei Lan and others step forward to support Mr. Mo, she smiled lightly, turned around and left.

Probably because he had already shown his face, Mr. Mo did not avoid her like a snake or a scorpion just now. Instead, he stopped and turned around to call her: "Mrs. Luo, no, I should call you Mrs. Jing. About your father-in-law. Mo wants to explain something to you, how about we go to the humble house to have a chat together?"

She didn't take the initiative to plead, but he mentioned it first. Luo Qianhuai was not a troubled person, so he did not refuse anymore. He followed Mr. Mo and his entourage, turning left and right, and entered Xuanpingfang in the south of Dongshi. As soon as I entered the square, the second watch drum sounded, announcing that Haishi had arrived and the curfew had begun.

The curfew system in Xijing only closes the doors of each district at night, and residents within the same district can still move freely.

Mr. Mo's house is located in the southeast corner of Xuanpingfang. It is a very low-key small courtyard with two entrances. The gate is empty and there is no "Du House" plaque hanging on it.

Luo Qianhuai was surprised as she walked. This house seemed to be newly acquired. It was extremely shabby inside, with surprisingly few furniture and furnishings. It looked very vulgar. Even her modern soul couldn't stand it. It was completely unsuitable for Mr. Mo. The extravagant style of the past.

She followed Mr. Mo into the study. Wei Lan brought tea and then retreated, leaving the space for the two of them.

Luo Qianhuai held the rough pottery tea cup in his hand and looked at the other one of the same style with a slight gap in Mr. Mo's hand. He could hardly hide the curiosity between his eyebrows.

Mr. Mo raised his sleeves and wiped the dried blood from the corners of his lips.

"Mrs. Luo has also seen it." He smiled bitterly and said, "Mo's life has not been satisfactory recently."

"Sir, please stop talking." Luo Qianhuai still couldn't stand it. He put down the tea cup and took out a bottle of wound medicine from his sleeve pocket: "I'll check and treat your wound first. I'll talk about the rest later. how?"

"So we have Mrs. Luoluo." Mr. Mo said with a colorful face, his voice and movements regained their previous elegance.

Luo Qianhuai asked him to lie down on the couch, and carefully pressed and checked between the chest and abdomen to determine whether the organs were damaged.

When she checked, she was wholeheartedly treating her as an ordinary patient, but Mr. Mo felt differently.

He only felt an indescribable numbness, as the delicate hand moved around, as if a fire was ignited in his body.

"Young Master is a martial arts practitioner after all, and he protects the vital points very well." Luo Qianhuai put down his hand and said easily, not noticing that Young Master Mo was covered with a faint layer of blood from his neck to his ears. pink.

"I still need to trouble the lady to apply medicine for me." Mr. Mo changed his attitude of hiding from her and actively requested treatment.

Luo Qianhuai never refuses patients' reasonable demands. She scooped up the ointment with a jade spoon and spread it evenly on the wounds on his face.

As soon as she finished processing, Mr. Mo took off his outer robe very naturally, and then untied his middle coat.

Seeing Luo Qianhuai's slightly startled look, he pressed his thin lips together, raised his hand with some difficulty, and pointed at his arms and shoulders.

There were many bruises and bruises there, and one could imagine that it would not be comfortable.