Domineering of the giants: the little sweetheart of the young army

Mo Jiu directly grabbed the man's shirt and wiped his tears and snot on it.

Long Qingtian's face froze, his body was extremely stiff.

Thinking that this man has always been obsessed with cleanliness, Mo Jiu's heart suddenly became happier.

The thick smell of blood dilutes the girl's fragrance. At this moment, Long Qingtian finally realized that the girl's wound has not been treated.

With a big arm, he simply picked up the girl and strode towards the Land Rover.

"No!" Mo Jiu sensed Long Qingtian's movements, tightly clutching his collar, struggling to get out of the car: "I won't go back, I won't go back!"

Long Qingtian paused slightly.

He could sense that the girl's mood had stabilized just now, but now that she was talking about going home, she was so excited, which was enough to see how that "home" tortured the girl.

Long Qingtian suddenly felt a little annoyed.

He fixedly looked down at Mo Jiu, whose tears were still on his face, and made a decision after a while: "Okay, I won't go home."

it is good?

Mo Jiu was taken aback, being hugged by a man, her nostrils were filled with the clear breath of the man, this kind of breath always calmed her down inexplicably.

Then, Mo Jiu felt that she was gently placed on the passenger seat by the man, who bent down and carefully fastened her seat belt.

It wasn't until the Land Rover started to make sure that it wasn't heading towards the old Long's house that Mo Jiu finally realized it.

Ever since he was in the eastern suburbs, this man has been taking her back to Mo's house with a firm attitude that he will not refuse, but now, he is so easy to talk to?

After confirming that she really didn't want to go home, Mo Jiu's heart gradually relaxed, and she cried for an hour. Her head was a little heavy, she tilted her head, and fell asleep unconsciously.

Long Qingtian slowed down the speed of the car, turned up the air conditioner in the car, and curved the passenger seat slightly so that the girl could fall asleep more naturally.

Mo Jiu in his sleep is like a newborn baby, shedding all pretense and strength, so weak that people can't wait to hold him close to him for pity.

Looking at her delicate face like a porcelain doll, Long Qingtian's heart tightened inexplicably. He loosened his shirt, stopped looking at the girl, and concentrated on driving.

At this moment, the phone placed in front of her started to vibrate.

Long Qingtian glanced at it, turned on the Bluetooth headset, and connected the call.

"Brother God!"

Before Long Qingtian could speak, Jiang Yichun's anxious cry came from the earplugs.

Long Qingtian gave a low hum.

"Brother Tian, ​​isn't Xiaoruo still at Mo's house? When we left, we couldn't find her. We thought she had gone home, but I just found out when I got home that she hasn't come back yet!"

"I'm not at Mo's house."

The short words were mixed with Long Qingtian's impatience.

"Brother Tian, ​​do you think something will happen to Xiao Ruo? When Xiao Ruo was in the eastern suburbs, he had some quarrels with Ms. Mo. Today I asked Xiao Ruo to explain to Miss Mo, and then disappeared. Do you want to find Mo?" Miss, ask, maybe she knows where Xiao Ruo is?"

"I'm not a policeman."

After saying this, Long Qingtian hung up the phone.

He didn't like Jiang Yichun, but he didn't feel bad either, but since he knew that Jiang Yichun introduced Jiang Zhao to Mo Jiu, Long Qingtian felt disgusted.

At this time, the phone rang again, and Long Qingtian was about to hang up directly, but found out that it was the old house.

Frowning for a moment of thought, he connected the phone.

"Qingtian! Something happened at home!" Mo Jiayi lowered her voice, her voice was full of fear, "A guest... was killed in the bathroom at home!"