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

If he could have held her tightly at that time, this scene might not have happened.

Mo Beichen was filled with guilt, his eyes were horrifying, and all kinds of regrets were mixed together.

The two brothers of the Su family watched everything inside through the window, feeling even more anxious.

"Dingling bell..." An untimely ringing sound filled my ears.

It was Su Yang's call.

"How is Rourou! Are you awake?!" Su Yang's old and hoarse voice sounded like thunder on the other end of the phone.

Just by listening to it, you can imagine how much fear and worry covered his old face with crisscrossed grooves.

Su Nanjin's fingertips holding the phone were trembling slightly, "Rourou...she hasn't woken up yet."

His rumbling voice suddenly fell and became dull.

The Su family is just such a daughter, and she has been held in the palm of her hand since she was a child.

Hearing that his Rourou was still in danger, Su Yang's heart suddenly felt cold and he felt pain in his heart.

"If Rourou doesn't wake up, I will question you three!"

After finishing speaking, the phone was hung up, and the angry aura had spread from the Su family to everyone.

After all, I love my daughter so much!

Su Jichen on the side looked away with a solemn expression, as if he had already heard the content of the phone call.

The breath in the nasal cavity is even more stagnant.

Rourou, you must wake up!

A few days have passed, Mr. Mo.

The moment Li Mu opened the door to the president's office, an arrogant aura came from inside.

A slender figure sat on the leather chair with a superior attitude.

The bohemian sitting posture is full of perverse weirdness, and the aura is permeating.

Looking straight ahead, it was Fu Shuyan.

He looked dimly, and the corners of his mouth suddenly curled up, with an unpredictable expression.

Why is he here?

Li Mu was puzzled, and at the same time showed a rude expression, "It's not a good idea for Mr. Fu to come in rashly, isn't it?"

He obviously had a repulsive attitude towards this.

Mr. Mo Wu has always had a mysophobia, and he doesn't like anyone using his things. Fu Shuyan's approach is simply audacious.

Fu Shuyan didn't take it seriously, with a nonchalant look on his face, his mouth opened leisurely, and he smiled lightly.

"Assistant Li, I am now the head of the Mo family. Please pay attention to your title from now on. You can call me 'Mr. Fu'."

In the word "Mr. Fu", he deliberately emphasized the pronunciation and lengthened the final sound.

What Mr. Fu? When did he have this right?

Li Mu felt his heart skip a beat, his face became heavy, and his facial features were all condensed together.

Seeing him like this, Fu Shuyan didn't care to waste a few words.

He stood up leisurely, looked around at all the furnishings in the office, and roughly brushed some of the items with his fingernails.

Finally, his eyes focused on Li Mu.

"During Mr. Mo's absence, I will be solely responsible for everything regarding the Mo family."

"All in all, I am the top talker of the Mo family now, do you understand?"

He dragged his unreasonable footsteps to Li Mu, and his eyes suddenly tightened, as if giving a warning.

Both domineering and low-key.

Didn't he know it was a robbery?

Mo Beichen's illness killed him.

His cousin really plays his cards well!

Li Mu gritted his teeth, his eyes looked a bit evil, and his heart was filled with dissatisfaction.

"Mr. Mo has never given such an order."

"Just because he didn't tell you, doesn't mean he didn't tell me." Fu Shuyan grabbed Li Mu's words and blocked his mouth.

There was a look of disgust in his eyes: "You are just a special assistant. He does not need to report to you anything he does."

At this moment, Fu Shuyan no longer looked good, and he looked fierce.     As if he was going to strangle the person's neck in the next second.

What he said was indeed reasonable. Li Mu was just a special assistant and had no rights to exercise.

For now, he could only swallow his frustration.

With a fierce look in his eyes, he glared at Fu Shuyan and left in a hurry.

In the hospital, Mo Beichen leaned against the wall tiredly. He had always been tall and tall, but now he seemed to have lost a lot of weight.

It feels a bit ragged.

He had been watching Su Qianrou like this for several days, and his eyeballs were filled with tired bloodshot eyes.

Under the black pupils, there was a clear circle of black mist, looking haggard like a traveler who had stayed in the desert for a few days.

He was like this, which made Li Mu feel a little distressed when he came over.

"Mr. Mo." Li Mu opened his lips, but hesitated, his eyebrows complex.

"Say." Mo Beichen slowly spit out a hint of coldness from his throat.

He closed his eyes, but just rested his mind.

"Fu Shuyan, he has taken over the entire Mo clan. Now everyone in the Mo clan looks up to him."

Li Mu said almost heartbrokenly throughout the whole process, with all kinds of unwillingness and anger surging in his heart.

Who says it's not the case? It's hard for people like Fu Shuyan, who repays kindness with hatred, to quell the anger of the public.

Fortunately, he was Mo Beichen's cousin.

Mo Beichen was slightly startled at first, but unusually did not show much emotion.

It's just that the eyebrows and eyes have become darker relative to each other, and there is some vague anger in the depressed eyes.

He had already guessed that Fu Shuyan would not be a simple figure and would definitely do something.

Taking over the Mo family was also a part of his expectation.

"Let him be." He calmly spat out a few surprising words.

There was no momentum in the tone.

Mr. Mo, is he...?

The emperor was not anxious but the eunuch was, but Li Mu was a little impatient.

"Mr. Mo, don't you need to do something? I will gather the people..."

"No need." He raised his hand and made a stop sign.

Since Fu Shuyan wants to do it, then keep your eyes open to see what tricks he can come up with.

How could the Mo family be a group that a villain like him could control!

The title of Fifth Master Mo in the Beijing Circle is not a decoration.

The top priority now is Su Qianrou. Su Qianrou hasn't woken up for a day, and his heart can't settle down for a day.

"Go and get busy." His lonely eyes glanced at the lifeless body on the bed.

"..."

Li Mu's Adam's apple rolled, and he swallowed again. In the end, all his words turned into a wisp of smoke.

Dissipated.

Only Madam can kill Mo Beichen!

Mu Xingrui, who was hiding in the corner, quietly withdrew his gaze, his eyes suddenly filled with anger.

Unexpectedly, this Su Qianrou is quite stubborn, and she hesitates even when she is one step away from the underworld.

She immediately clenched her fists, her eyes narrowed into a thin line, and bursts of killing intent emerged from the gaps.

She might as well do this kind of thing one more time.

"I think God can save you a few times, Su Qianrou, Su Qianrou, I can only blame you for offending someone who shouldn't be offended."

She crossed her hands in front of her chest and her posture became a bit lazy and comfortable.

She changed into a nurse's outfit and put on a mask, and she became completely more dedicated.

Let alone a stranger, even an acquaintance would find it difficult to recognize her appearance.

Standing in front of the mirror, there was a gleam of cunning in her eyes.