Cold President: Ex-wife is hard to chase

Chapter 397 Maternal love is so great (2)
A well-meaning person saw Ruan Xinjie standing for so long with such a big belly, couldn't bear it anymore, and handed her his stool, "Sit down."

Ruan Xinjie smiled and shook her head, "No, thank you."

The man said: "You're welcome, I'm going to hang up in a few minutes."

Ruan Xinjie looked at his infusion bottle and found that it was really only a little bit, so she thanked him and took the stool.

Ever since Ye Chen received the infusion, Ruan Xinjie had been holding her hand, staring fixedly at the pale but still handsome and graceful face in front of her, feeling more guilty in her heart.

Ling Mo sat in the car for a while, and just about to start the engine, the passenger door was opened, and a figure, Gu Zi got into the car, and sat down beside Ling Mo.

Ling Mo didn't turn his head to look sideways, and knew who was coming, so he started the engine, "How's it going?"

It was Su Mojie who came. He left Ling Mo and Ye Chen as soon as he got out of the airport. Instead of going to other places, he went to the police station to check the situation first.

Su Mojie took out a bottle of mineral water from the side of the car door, unscrewed it, gulped and gulped, and then opened his mouth unhurriedly, "Brother Ling, this time it's really troublesome, Mingzhu made it clear that I don't want to To make it easier for you, she designed it very cleverly, even the surveillance video at that time only captured the scene where Ziwei approached her and she was stabbed."

Ling Mo didn't speak immediately, looked at the road ahead, and after a while, said in a low voice, "What did Xiao Yao say?"

Su Mojie screwed on the bottle cap, "Brother Ling, once again you think highly of me, how can a small person like me see Deputy Director Xiao?"

Ling Mo's complexion was very pale, almost without any ups and downs. Su Mojie has been with him for so many years, and he still understands him a little bit. For a person like him, the calmer he looks on the surface, the greater the turmoil in his heart.

He clenched his mouth tightly, afraid that what he said was too wrong, so he didn't speak again.

Ling Mo drove the car to the main road of the city, and suddenly felt empty in his heart, as if he hadn't done anything, or lost something very important.

He frowned, thought over and over again, and really remembered why he was so disappointed. It had been a long time since his little wife went to deliver porridge to Ruan Xinjie, why didn't he call him, didn't she say yes, wait, Just call and ask him to pick it up?

A sudden brake without any warning not only caused the wheels to draw two sparks on the asphalt road, but also caused Su Mojie, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, to hit the windshield with inertia.

Not bad, he was professionally trained, and at the last moment, he replaced his head with an elbow.

Even so, it was still very painful. He turned his face away, took advantage of the severe pain, and just wanted to dare to complain to his brother Ling, but the man started the engine again and turned around as fast as possible.

The black-and-black Bentley performed the movements of various professional racing cars in the traffic flow.

Seeing that he was about to collide with a bus in front, Su Mojie, who was on the co-pilot's seat, screamed and put his head in his hands, but the car passed through the gap on the side of the bus.

Feeling safe for the time being, Su Mojie flattered Ling Mo half in jest, half seriously, "Brother Ling, I never expected that your driving skills are better than a professional F1 driver."

After a pause, he bravely said again: "Brother Ling, can you drive slowly, our car is not F1 after all, and this track is not a track..."

However, when he caught sight of Ling Mo's impatient eyes that seemed capable of killing people, he immediately pursed his lips knowingly.

Even though he rushed to Ruan Xinjie's place as fast as he could, he was still in vain. The doorbell rang loudly and still no one opened the door. Su Mojie turned his head and looked at the gloomy man behind him with some embarrassment, "Brother Ling , there is no one at home."

Ling Mo didn't speak, and walked directly to the door. Before Su Mojie could see clearly the movements in his hands, the lock of the anti-theft door had been unlocked with a click.

Su Mojie was startled in place, while Ling Mo had already opened the door and walked inside.

His keenness made him smell the blood in the air when he opened the door, and he frowned and looked at the floor. The blood on the floor hadn't completely dried up.

He is not a god, so naturally he would not conclude that Ye Chen was injured just because of the blood on the floor, but... when he saw the dark black scarf that fell on the floor, he suddenly understood something.

Bloodthirsty coldness flashed in his eyes, he turned around and walked out the door, almost bumping into Su Mojie who was about to enter the room.

Ling Mo didn't look at him, and started to walk down the stairs. Su Mojie stood there, stunned for two seconds, didn't think about anything, turned around and followed downstairs.

As soon as he got out of the corridor, he saw Ling Mo getting into the black car. He opened his mouth and was about to call him to wait for him, but the people in the car had already started the engine. In the sunlight, there is a dazzling flow of color, and it gallops forward at the speed of an arrow leaving the string.

Su Mojie was completely stunned, and looked up to the sky, oh my god, what happened to make his Ling Gedo become like this.

His cell phone rang, and he took it out to see that it was an unfamiliar number, so he answered it anyway.

The person on the other end of the phone didn't speak first, Su Mojie was completely annoyed, and after swearing, he was about to hang up directly.

At this time, a low, deep voice came from the other end with a bit of anxiety and a bit of embarrassment, "Su Mojie, don't hang up, it's me."

Su Mojie was shocked again, and when he recovered, he yelled into the microphone, "He Yilang, are you still a fucking man? You're going to die for a woman, and you're still missing...you're still human Is it? I am so blind, I have regarded you as a brother for so many years."

Seeing that Su Mojie cursed harder and harder, in the end, his voice choked up, "Where are you? I want to go over and beat you up now."

He Yilang chuckled, "As long as you continue to treat me as a brother, I welcome you to beat me up anytime."

In the most upscale villa area in City A, a dark black car galloped along the clean private car driveway at an unseen speed. A few minutes later, the car stopped outside the gate of a villa.

A man got out of the car. Like his car, he was also dressed in black, the same color as Ye Mei, which cast a murderous look on his handsome and suave face. Even so, he was still as handsome as a god's mansion.

(End of this chapter)