After rebirth, the group's beloved daughter exploded the audience

Su Qianrou called Mo Beichen and Mr. Mo respectively: "Come to the Berlin Hotel, I have something to show you."

Her tone was indifferent, and she spoke only a few words as if they were her life.

Without waiting for any reaction from the other side, she hung up the phone neatly, her expression vaguely filled with fear that something was about to change.

In the room, Mu Xingrui and Lin Zhuoxiao were naked and entangled on the bed, with a crimson blush on their faces.

The air was full of ambiguity, and the sounds of lust rose and fell, making people sick to listen to them.

Just as they were immersed in this joy, Mo Beichen almost kicked the door open.

"Oh!"

The sound of the door slamming heavily frightened the two people on the bed, and at the same time, they quickly returned to reality.

He turned out to be from the Mo family!
The two of them shivered unconsciously, looking panicked and embarrassed, especially Mu Xingrui, whose face was full of fear, and even breathing became cautious.

Her eyes were flashing with fear, her face was pale as if she had been dead several times, and her whole body was frozen.

She was still a little ashamed, so she quickly pulled the quilt up to cover her naked body in order to preserve her last bit of dignity.

"Beichen, grandpa..."

Compared to her, Lin Zhuoxiao had the upper hand with her rationality and hurriedly put on her clothes. Although it was a mess, she was able to stop the loss in time.

I don't know whether to praise him for being smart or for being stupid.

Looking at this immoral side, Mo Beichen's eyes flashed with a dangerous dark light, and there was a trace of murder on the tip of his eyebrows.

Mr. Mo's face was livid until it turned black, and a trace of blood oozed from his dry lips.

His furious face was full of murderous intent, and he was gnashing his teeth as if he wanted to disembowel the two people on the bed.

"You, you...!" Mr. Mo was filled with anger and blood. He pointed at them angrily with stiff and hot fingers, and a mouthful of blood in his throat blocked his spiracles.

His face was suddenly red, and he was grimacing in pain. Within a few seconds, he suddenly fell to the ground and suddenly lost consciousness.

"Grandpa!" Mo Beichen was horrified, his black eyes suddenly tightened, "Quick! Dial 120!"

Mr. Mo was sent to the emergency room of the hospital amid waves of sirens that came and went.

Things in the hotel came to an abrupt end, ending with a few angry sounds.

Mr. Mo's accident was something no one could have expected. Su Qianyu, who was watching the show in the dark, suddenly felt a sharp sting in his heart.

A look of regret suddenly appeared on her face, and a deep apology welled up in her eyes.

If it weren't for myself, I guess grandpa wouldn't...

She clenched her fists and punched the white wall twice, letting out a long sigh that she could not blame.

The door of the emergency room was like a ghost gate, tightly locked, and the ever-dangerous red light engraved Mo Beichen's angry and cold face in the half-light.

He held his hands, frowned, and sat alone.

No one can see through his heart.

Mu Xingrui came to the hospital on her heels. She was fully clothed and looked worried.

"How is grandpa?" She approached Mo Beichen worriedly and asked, her body trembling slightly.

She really dared to come. Isn't it obvious that she was throwing herself into a trap?

If she hadn't been in decline and had done something unethical and caught a cold, would Mr. Mo have been able to go to the hospital?Mo Beichen's peripheral vision was fierce, and his face was covered with a layer of terrifying anger.

"Mu Xingrui, how many times have I warned you!" He said coldly, and a pair of strong hands, like the cold winter moon, grabbed her thin neck.

"I've already given you whatever you want. You have to take full responsibility for what happened to grandpa today!" His heavy tone couldn't hide the sullenness that was brewing all over his body.

The power at her fingertips was filled with the desire of hatred, and her gloomy and terrifying face suddenly came like a dark cloud, wanting to tear her into pieces.

There is no one else he fears the most except Mr. Mo.

Mu Xingrui dared to challenge his bottom line. There was only one consequence, and that was death!

"Listen to me..." Mu Xingrui blushed, looking like she was having trouble breathing.

She struggled desperately, but her hands were powerless and she couldn't break away from Mo Beichen's rage.

"it's not like that……"

If he didn't let go, Mu Xingrui might really suffocate to death at his feet.

At this critical moment, the door of the emergency room suddenly welcomed a ray of white light, and the doctor walked out with sweat dripping from his forehead and a sense of exhaustion in his steps.

"Mr. Mo's life was saved, but due to cerebral ischemia, strictly speaking, it was a stroke, commonly known as a stroke."

……

Mo Beichen's heart sank heavily, the dark eyes in his eyes were bottomless, his hands suddenly relaxed, and Mu Xingrui immediately fell to the ground.

"Cough cough cough..." She touched her hot and sore neck in fear, her eyes full of horror as she was still in shock.

Mr. Mo, who was transferred to the VIP ward, seemed to be in a deep sleep. His whole body was stiff and unable to move. His facial muscles seemed to have lost their elasticity and his face was crooked.

When Su Qianrou came to visit him, his old eyes showed some warm mist, and his eyes were friendly.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I didn't know you couldn't be stimulated. I'm sorry." Su Qianrou frowned guiltily and spoke in a heavy tone.

He helped Mr. Mo wipe his hands carefully.

Mr. Mo's fingers are rough and aged, and the back of his hand is covered with a layer of long-dried skin. Visible to the naked eye are veins and ravines, full of vicissitudes of life.

Su Qianrou's heart couldn't help but feel pain.

After this incident, Mu Xingrui had been in a state of anxiety. She did not dare to return to the Mo family. Instead, she asked Mu Mu for help.

"Mom, what should I do?" She walked around Mu's house in a panic, her face frightened and her hands nowhere to rest.

Mu's mother also knew that her daughter would be in great trouble. With Mo Beichen's decisive and resolute temper, she would not let the Mu family off easily.

Mu Mu also fell into deep panic for a while.

"Why are you so confused?" Mu Mu frowned, and the wrinkles could trap a fly.

Her heart was like a roller coaster, with twists and turns, highs and lows, and she was at a loss.

"I didn't want to either? I thought I was being very cautious, and I didn't expect an accident!" Mu Xingrui's eyes were filled with tears.

Mu Mu looked at her with a complicated expression, and looked at her with punishment. In the end, she couldn't say a word and could only sigh helplessly.

"Yes, look for Lin Zhuoxiao. If this happens, he won't be able to escape!" Mu Xingrui rolled his eyes and was about to go out in a hurry.

Now she can only live with Lin Zhuoxiao.