After the rebirth, the boss is slapping the face every day

Chapter 1289: Those who are close to the red are red, those who are close to the ink are black
The few people were shocked again, Leng Yichen in the morning had already amazed them, they never thought that there would be such a good-looking man in the world, and now there is another good-looking man, and judging by his attire, it is not easy at first glance figure.

I don't know what the identity of this man is this time, will he be the same as Leng Yichen, someone who can bring down Han Daqian with a single phone call.

Several people saw that he was walking towards Han Luochu's house, and they should have known Han Luochu, so they were very curious. Could this person be another important person Luochu met in the city?

Curiosity killed the cat. Seeing such a rich man, they of course wanted to find out. After discussing it, they decided to go and find out together.

Just approaching the house, I vaguely heard crying from inside. That voice was all too familiar, it was Luo Chu.

His heart tightened, and Mo Han was inexplicably worried, and his footsteps also stopped.

Why did he come here, he probably couldn't even figure it out himself, when he learned from Leng Yichen that Luo Chu's father had passed away, his heart was always tugging like this, but Ruo'an made him feel uneasy.

After getting settled in Ruo'an, he drove the car involuntarily and sped towards here.

He thought, probably because he had been with Luo Chu for a long time, he was red when he was close to Zhu, black when he was close to ink, and he became a bit of a mother-in-law.

He is still a good young master, otherwise it would not be so late at night, and he drove for more than an hour to come here.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that his actions can be completely explained. Luo Chu is his subordinate, and his subordinates have something to do, so how can he stand by and watch, that's all.

He squeezed his hands and walked in.

Inside, the busy old man Han just came out and met him face to face.

Uncle Han glanced at him, saw that he was a stranger, and paused in his footsteps.

But Mo Han didn't look at him, just brushed past his shoulder and walked in.

Old man Han turned his head to look at him, frowned, and secretly took precautions in his heart. Strangers rarely come to the village. Looking at the men's attire, they looked like people from the city. Did he come to find Luo Chu?
Worried that something might happen, he stood there without leaving, but stared at the man's every move.

When Mo Han walked in, his eyes were stung by the surrounding white. The surrounding area was covered with white cloth. A black and white photo was hung on the wall. The person in the photo had black hair mixed with a lot of silver threads, making it harsh and smiling. He is amiable and gives people a kind feeling, but the wrinkles on his face make people feel distressed.

Below the photo is a red coffin, which is cushioned by two long chairs, and in front of it is a square wooden table with many things placed on it.

Standing next to him was a man, tall and burly, with an indifferent face, he didn't look like a person from this village. Thinking of the yellow Ferrari sports car, he probably guessed the identity of this man, it should be Leng Yichen, who is here To protect Luo Chu?
It seems that Leng Yichen is not as bad as he said, at least he knows to send someone to protect Luo Chu to prevent her from doing stupid things.

Han Luochu was kneeling in front of that square wooden table. She was wearing a white filial piety dress, which set off her thin body even thinner. The crying sound came from her mouth, sad and desolate.

Mo Han's eyes were stung by the man in white, and she just knelt on the ground, like a wounded hedgehog, whose thorns were pulled out one by one, and the blood flowed like a river.

(End of this chapter)