Chapter 9 Part.11 Leaving
In the afternoon of the next day, Mo Yao woke up from a deep sleep, the curtains were not closed, and the afternoon sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the room. There was a long-lost warmth, as if he had slept for a long time.

As far as he could remember, he had never been drunk, let alone hangover. Why did he have a splitting headache this time?
Rubbing between his brows, Mo Yao tried hard to clear up his chaotic brain.

Fragments of memory slowly returned to my mind.

On the way to negotiate, he met a woman in the slave market. In a trance, he saw her appearance when he was a child, so he bought her in a moment of softness.In the afternoon, I received a call from that person asking him to have dinner with him. He, who has never been greedy, actually drank too much at the dinner table.

Because of her?How could it be possible with a sneer.

He rubbed his eyebrows again.

He brought her back, let her take a bath, and then... Mo Yao suddenly opened his eyes and sat up hard. What happened last night?
His clothes were thrown messily on the carpet in the room, and there was also a lake blue shirt, which he wore ten years ago, and he couldn't wear it long ago. Why did he throw it on the ground.

What about the dilapidated woman?

Throwing off the quilt violently, intending to lift her legs out of bed, but saw a dazzling bright red on the white sheet.

Second Olympic!

After bathing and dressing, Mo Yao went downstairs with big strides.

The housekeeper saw him with keen eyes, and quickly walked up to him, "Master Qi, you got up, are you ready for lunch now?"

Without squinting, Mo Yao went straight to the hall, walked a few steps, then stopped suddenly, turned around and asked, "Where is the woman I brought back yesterday?"

The housekeeper was getting old, and for a moment he didn't remember what woman Mo Yao brought back yesterday.

"Where is Beiying?" Mo Yao gradually lost his patience.

"Mr. Bei went to the Tang Family Hospital and said that he had to deal with something you told him to do." The housekeeper explained cautiously.

Mo Yao nodded, and strode out.

The temperature in Mexico is not too high in summer, and I only wear a shirt on my body, shrugging my shoulders and clasping my arms tightly in the cold.In the middle of the night last night, she escaped from the hotel while the man was asleep. Now, penniless, she has been walking on the street for more than ten hours.

From time to time, passers-by would cast strange glances at her fragile soul.

The world is so big that there is no place for her now.

After walking for so long, a layer of blisters formed on the soles of his feet, and every step he took was painful, but all this seemed so insignificant compared to the pain in his lower body.

As she walked, she tasted a salty taste on the corner of her lips. She reached out to wipe it off, but she wiped more and more tears, and she couldn't finish it no matter how much she wiped.

She was homesick and wanted to go home.

Suddenly there was a warm current from the lower body, winding down the thighs, and in an instant, the white legs were blushing, and Chu Qiao was walking on the street in a daze, without noticing it at all.

"Mom, look at that sister is bleeding." The Spanish-speaking little boy pointed at Chu Qiao and shouted. His mother looked in the direction he pointed, and just saw Chu Qiao's body go limp and fainted on the ground. moment.

Pedestrians on the street immediately leaned over from all directions.

A Bentley elegantly stopped by the side of the road, under the low-key and restrained lines, it is the ultimate luxury.Inside the car window, a man in a white suit sat casually in the back row.

Her thin lips parted slightly, and she was talking to the driver in front of her. After a while, the driver seemed to have received some order, and opened the door to get out of the car and walked towards Chu Qiao.

(End of this chapter)

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