The rich and powerful: the first lady of Mo Shao

Chapter 120 When Will He Wake Up?
"Ah——" several female staff members in the car screamed, and the dizzy, coldly closed eyes were frightened by the screams. The moment they opened their eyes, the car had already rolled over.

The rain mixed with rocks and mud hit the car, and the car was quickly buried by most of it. Broken glass fell beside the wheels, and there were large bloodstains on it.

"The "Star Edition Going to the Countryside" program is currently suspended due to a mountainous mudslide... The people in distress in the car were identified as three men and two women, but the female guest of the program said coldly that no trace has been found yet, and the lifeguards are currently looking for bodies down the mountain... ..."

Mo Qing, who has never watched variety shows, because of a cold statement that he participated in the variety show "Star Edition Going to the Countryside", immediately searched for the program information, but did not expect to find bad news.

His hand holding the mouse trembled uncontrollably a few times, then immediately picked up the mobile phone in front of the desk, and quickly clicked on the first "before slow" note name in the contact column, but there was a message "Sorry, The user you dialed has switched off..."

He dialed again in disbelief, and it was still the same sentence, "Sorry, the user you dialed has shut down..."

Secretary Zhang walked in with a stack of thick documents in his arms. Seeing Mo Qing holding the phone, his brows were frowned, and his eyes showed rare panic.

"Chairman, this is..."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Qing hurriedly interrupted, "Xiao Zhang, help me book a plane ticket to * Province in the nearest time slot."

"Chairman, there is an important meeting in the afternoon about the development of new projects..."

"Leave it all to Cui Hao." He spoke very fast, his tone was a little unsteady, but his eyes were very persuasive.

According to Mo Qing's request, Secretary Zhang booked a flight ticket to other provinces after 1 pm, and at the same time handed over a series of plans that he had worked on to Cui Hao.

Arriving in other provinces at 3:[-] p.m., Mo Qing stopped the car on the road and said that he was going to the mountain, but the driver was unwilling to go, saying that the road was closed due to mudslides on the mountain, and the car could not pass.

He had no choice but to climb up on foot. The heavy rain for days and nights made the ground very slippery. Every step was extremely difficult. Several times, he almost fell from the top, but he still walked forward without giving up.

From night until dawn, he finally touched the accident site. The car had been crushed and deformed, and there were broken glass all around the wheels. He walked in, knelt down, and picked up the broken glass. The blood on it might have come from Leng Yan, and my heart throbbed inexplicably.

He inadvertently glanced at a white mobile phone under the car, took it out and saw that there were childish stickers on the mobile phone, and he recognized it as Leng Yan's mobile phone.

This is really not a good discovery, her mobile phone and people are not together.

Putting the phone in his pocket, he stood up and looked around. According to the traces of the ruts, the rolling range of the stones, and the cold words mentioned on the Internet, he was sitting in the inner seat. He was sure that the cold words Impossible to roll down the hill, probably around here.

He seemed to see a glimmer of hope, but this hope made him more uneasy. He wanted to find her, but was afraid of finding her, afraid of finding her body.

He picked up the gravel blocking the road with his hands, his hands became bloody due to the grinding of the stones, but the stones in front of him did not decrease but increased, and the stones were still rolling down the mountain. The speed at which he picked up the stones Faster and faster, but can't catch up with the speed of rolling stones.

The wind and rain started a new round, and after a night of rain, he was soaked, his hair was a mess, his white shirt was stuck to his strong muscles, stained with dirt, and looked a little sloppy.

His obsession with cleanliness completely failed in the face of this mountain and the possibility of losing him.

It was still daytime, but due to the wind and rain, the sky was extremely dark. After more than 3 hours of digging, he finally stepped over the gravel and looked up. It was gray and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Tired and hungry, coupled with the fact that he had just been hit in the legs by a few falling stones, his walking posture was very ugly.

He walked along the steep wall for a certain distance, and he could see the fuzzy top of the chimney not far away. Just when he was about to speed up his pace, the big rock above his head suddenly fell down, and he instinctively turned his head away. Because of his leg injury, he had no time to dodge, and the stone had already pressed his back.

He fell on the edge of the cliff like this, and he was unconscious before he felt the pain.

He had a long, long dream, dreaming that when he was 7 years old, he was chasing a passing car, with tears and snot all over his face.

At the age of 18, he looked up under the locust tree and saw a girl holding her chin intoxicatedly with ignorant eyes like a deer. At that moment, that girl broke into his lonely world.

I also dreamed that when I was 22 years old, my always strict father lay in front of the hospital bed and held his hand tightly for the first time. There was anxiety and expectation in his eyes, and he refused to close them for a long time; One sentence is: "Is he coming?"

The people who accompanied him, the people he met, flashed by in the dream, leaving him with only darkness and despair.

He only had her, but he couldn't find her at all. He didn't want to experience the pain of loss anymore, not at all...

"Mo Qing - Mo Qing -"

The voice was far, far away, she seldom called him like this, only when she was drunk would she call his name unscrupulously, it must be a dream...it must be a dream, he thought so, he still refused to wake up.

"Steam and mash these herbs, apply them on the wound, and change them three times a day..." Some old and steady voices, this is Doctor Wang in the mountains, everyone calls him Uncle Wang, in his 30s, he volunteered to go up the mountain to serve the mountain people, One stay is decades.

"Uncle Wang, when will he wake up?" Leng Yan asked with a worried expression on his face.

"If your brain is not broken, you should be able to wake up soon. I just checked, and they are all skin injuries. The leg is seriously injured, and the forehead is just scratched." After finishing speaking, Uncle Wang turned to bed- The man glanced at it and shook his head helplessly, "It's really desperate. The mountain road has been blocked for a while, and you dare to run up the mountain. If it didn't happen that I went to collect medicine nearby, it was raining and windy recently. Say no." Just toss him to the bottom of the mountain, and even the bones are gone when he falls..."

Uncle Wang said it so horribly, Leng Yan took a breath and showed a grateful look, "Uncle Wang, thank you for saving him. When he wakes up, I will definitely let him come to the door to thank him in person."

"It's okay to thank you," Uncle Wang waved his hand, "Let my old man be quiet and quiet!"

As Uncle Wang said, he turned and left the cabin.

Leng Yan took the herbs given by Uncle Wang and walked to the stove. A middle-aged woman in her 40s was wielding a shovel in front of the cauldron and was cooking. Already?"

(End of this chapter)