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

Seeing that the situation was quieter, Mo Beichen turned all his focus to Su Qianrou.

There was a hint of uneasiness in his painful eyes.

"Rourou." He breathed out with difficulty from the bottom of his throat.

"What are you going to say? What is it?" She looked at him with tears in her eyes, the muscles on her face twitching from time to time.

He was startled for a moment, feeling very embarrassed.

He was not afraid of Mu Xingrui, he was always worried about her life.

If she chooses to break up with Mu Xingrui now, I don't know how she will deal with Su Qianrou behind her back.

In order to ensure Su Qianrou's safety, he had to be cruel no matter what.

"I'm sorry, please leave the Mo family immediately!" His eyes suddenly darkened, and his expression became sinister.

In an instant, he returned to the Mo Wuye who kept away from strangers.

"What?!" Like a bolt from the blue, Su Qianrou's heart was squeezed tightly as if by an invisible force.

It made her breathless.

She was already weak, but after hearing such heartless words, a trickle of bright red liquid oozed from the corner of her lips.

She frowned heavily, and the mist in her eyes was as thick as frost.

She pointed directly at Mu Xingrui, looked at Mo Beichen in shock, and asked sternly: "You asked me to leave the Mo family for her?!"

He avoided her with his peripheral vision, and his strong body seemed a little hunched at this moment.

After a while, he rolled his Adam's apple and responded coldly: "Yes!"

She was completely heartbroken, trembling as if she were falling into the abyss, and her hands hanging in the air dropped as if they were weightless.

She was like a half-dead person, having been dead for a long time.

Once again, he ruthlessly put himself to death for this woman.

She suddenly felt the irony and let out a few cold laughs.

"Okay! Okay!" She forced herself to stand up from the chair, her steps staggering.

She was so weak that a gust of wind could blow her down.

Mo Beichen's heart tightened, and there was a hint of worry on his tense face.

"I'll help you bitch couple!" She seemed to be roaring with all her strength.

"I'm leaving here now, and I will never come back!" As she said this, she awkwardly held on to the wall and moved with heavy steps.

Seeing her frail look, the arrogance on Mu Xingrui's face became even more arrogant.

The bright red lips were extremely voluptuous, forming a huge contrast with hers.

How could she be Mu Xingrui's opponent like this?

At this moment, Mo Beichen couldn't see it anymore, so he went over to support her body, very carefully.

But she didn't appreciate it at all. She threw her hands away several times and shouted angrily: "Let go! We have nothing to do with each other anymore!"

At this time, she only had old and new hatreds intertwined with him, and had no feelings for him to move forward.

At this moment, she also silently swore that she would make a clean break with this man and have nothing to do with him anymore.

"Don't touch me again! You don't deserve it!" She cast a sharp look at him with contempt.

Her words were so heartless that it made his heart burn like a blazing fire.

Heartbreaking pain.

He wished he could protect her here, but he had no choice. The rusty taste on the back of his tongue became stronger and stronger in his mouth.

Withdrawing his love for her, he showed a stern expression and snatched the phone from her pocket.

"How can you leave like this!" He glanced at her coldly and dialed Su Jichen's number.

Seeing that the call was from his sister, Su Jichen smiled fondly: "If there is anything you need help from, second brother, just tell me." He didn't even realize that it was Mo Beichen who was talking to him, and he was still thinking about whether Rourou had encountered something. Difficult matter.

"I am your second brother, and the second brother will always be on your side no matter what."

Hearing his loving tone, Mo Beichen's heart couldn't help but twitch.

He cheered up and kept his voice as low as possible: "Second uncle, it's me, Beichen."

"Is it you?" Su Jichen frowned, showing displeasure, "Where's Rourou? Ask her to answer the phone."

"Second uncle, I hope you can come over to Mo's house right now to see Rourou back to Su's house."

He almost finished speaking with bated breath.

But his words completely confused Su Jichen. Su Jichen looked confused and was at a loss for a moment.

What kind of entanglement happened between the two!

"What on earth did you do to my Rourou?" He couldn't help but question through the screen.

His body already smelled faintly of gunpowder.

But Mo Beichen hung up the phone without explaining a word.

Direct and crisp.

"What on earth is this Mo Beichen doing!" Su Jichen pursed his lips together, his eyes spitting fire.

He didn't have time to think more and drove there in a hurry.

When she arrived at Mo's house, Su Qianrou breathed her last breath and threw herself into his arms, then fell down.

Seeing her like this, his face changed drastically, and he looked angry and frightened.

Only a short time later, his favorite sister was tortured like a dead person in the Mo family.

How could he swallow this breath?

"Rourou! Rourou, please answer my second brother, Rourou!" His eyes were slightly wet, and he gently patted her pale face with his hand.

Her eyelids felt like there were mountains pressing down on them, and it took a long time before she could only open a thin slit.

She was lifeless, and when she met her own support, she finally felt a trace of relief from the corner of her mouth.

"Second brother, I...I..."

Her speech was unclear, and she was as light as a fly flapping its wings, unable to stir up waves.

This kind of her makes him, as an elder brother, very distressed.

Mo Beichen, this bastard!

He said he would take good care of his sister, but in the end it cost her half of her life!

There was murderous emotion in his eyes.

After he placed her aside, he turned around and lifted up Mo Beichen's collar.

The ruthless fist fell heavily on his clearly beautiful face.

"Mo Beichen! Is this how you take care of my sister?!" As he spoke, he clenched his fists again.

Unfortunately, just when it was about to fall, Mo Beichen dodged it with lightning speed.

In a few seconds, he pushed Su Jichen to the corner with his backhand.

He pressed his strong elbow against his throat, his eyes exuding a cold light.

"Some words are difficult to explain clearly. Please help me take good care of Rourou!" He leaned close to his ear and lowered his voice as much as possible.

But now that Su Qianrou's half-dead appearance was placed in front of him, how could he listen to Mo Beichen's words.

He bared his teeth and his fierce eyes appeared from the narrow slits in his eyes: "How dare you say such a thing!"

He wished he could tear this deep-set man in half.

Mo Beichen didn't have time to explain so much, and a complicated look suddenly appeared on his face.

He got closer and closer to Su Jichen: "Second uncle, just think of me as begging you!"