Warm marriage to the bone, the president's wife is ruthless

Chapter 701 How To Be You
Pier No. 30, Nanping District, Jiangcheng, is the only place where you can leave Jiangcheng without leaving traces. As long as you have money, there is nothing you can't do.

There are many ferries here, and a large amount of goods are transported from the port of Jiangcheng to all parts of the world every day.Over time, such a convenient way will naturally be used by caring people to send some invisible things or people. This is the best way. As long as you are lucky enough, miracles are not impossible.

At 02:30 in the morning, the night sky in Jiangcheng has been covered with a thick layer of ink. Surprisingly, there is not a single star willing to decorate the night sky of thousands of miles, and there is only a thin line between clean and blurred.

Sister Rong was wearing a down jacket, with her arms around her upper body, pacing back and forth on the pier.She arrived an hour earlier than the appointed time, and now her whole body was almost soaked by the cold wind of the cold night, and she kept shivering.Of course, nervousness and fear accounted for most of it.

She didn't even dare to turn on her mobile phone. She kept the other party's instructions in mind during the phone call the day before yesterday, and she didn't dare to make any mistakes or mistakes.

You must not turn on your phone. I will pick you up at 03:30 the morning after tomorrow and arrange a boat to take you out of Jiangcheng. See you soon.

Sister Rong looked at the time on her watch, and when it was less than 03 minutes before 30:3 in the morning, a black high-end private car slowly drove over from the side of the road to the pier.

Sister Rong's heart was filled with secret joy, thinking that it would be a good thing to be able to leave Jiangcheng soon to live a stable petty bourgeois life.I just don't know if many policemen have been looking for themselves in the past two days. It's not so pleasant to be a fugitive.

The car approached slowly, crushing the pebbles on the shore of the pier, making sporadic "hissing, la la" sounds, as if lighting up the last hope for the entire dark night.

Sister Rong let go of the arms holding her body, and trotted all the way to get closer, the smile on her face was already a little stiff from the cold.

The door of the back seat of the car was pushed open from the inside, a pair of slender legs stepped down from the car seat, a long cashmere coat with a very texture showed off the straight figure very neatly, Sister Rong's smile gradually froze on her face , until his eyes fell on the man's cold face, almost all of his reason collapsed in an instant.

"Small... young master..."

"Why is it you?" Sister Rong stammered, and couldn't help but take two steps back, looking around as if in fear, until she was sure that the only people who came here were Mo Liancheng and Zhong Lin, and there was nowhere to rest The mood calmed down a little.

"Don't look, the person you're waiting for hasn't come, and won't come." Mo Liancheng said coldly, as if he already knew everything.

Sister Rong frowned, and her wrinkled face became even more ravine. She didn't care so much and quickly turned on the phone, and then dialed the number from the night before yesterday, but the other party was still temporarily unable to answer the call. .

Mo Liancheng took out his own phone and dialed the phone number that Sister Rong was so familiar with. Within three seconds, a familiar voice came. Mo Liancheng just hung up the phone after prevaricating, "See Well, she has blocked your phone number, what do you expect?"

Sister Rong loosened her knuckles immediately, and the phone in her hand fell to the ground with a dull bang.

the next day.

Mo Han took the initiative to call Mo Liancheng, and it happened that Mo Liancheng also had something to discuss with his sister, so the two of them went to a high-end bar at night.

The environment of the bar is good, it's not the kind of place where there is a lot of hustle and bustle, people who can come here to drink are either rich or expensive, because the cheapest wine here costs tens of thousands of yuan.

The bluesy jazz music combined with the special music style accompanied by the cello made this night unique. This was the long-lost chat and drink between Mo Liancheng and Mo Han. The last time was long gone and almost disappeared from memory.

"What do you want from me?" Mo Liancheng couldn't help but said in a cold voice when he saw Mo Han walking over, his words carried an indifference that would turn people away thousands of miles away.

Mo Han smiled, raised his hand to ask the waiter to come over, and ordered a foreign wine with not low alcohol content, "I thought the misunderstanding between our siblings had been resolved, and you are still blaming my sister for being unkind to the Mo family for so many years?" Do you want to hear?"

Mo Liancheng lowered his eyes slightly, but the dimness in his eyes could no longer reveal a compelling spirit. This is probably the magic power of blood relationship, so Mo Liancheng can understand the relationship between Mu Qingqing and Jin Shixun.

Mo Han smiled, and didn't mean to press the question, "It's just that the siblings are sitting together and chatting. I have nothing now, and you are the only brother left in the world. I used to be too strong and career-minded, but suddenly I am idle." I always feel very lonely when I am down, so you can just accompany my sister, tonight..."

There was a woman's helplessness in Mo Han's eyes, and a few wrinkles had unconsciously stained the delicate eyebrows and eyes. Presumably, Mo Han was a full dozen years older than himself, and now he is so close Looking at it, it is really hard to escape the tempering of the years. The first time Mo Liancheng saw Mo Han showing weakness to himself, it was not a sense of accomplishment, but a faint heartache.

The light brown alcohol rolled down the transparent ice cubes in the glass until it was completely submerged. Mo Han drank heavily on his own, and within two glasses, his cheeks were already stained with a blush. not good.

"It's not that you don't want to lose face..." Mo Han pushed the wine glass in front of Mo Liancheng like he was in front of him, and his drunken look was a bit like that of a nightclub lady.

Mo Liancheng couldn't hold back his sensitive nerves anymore, he breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand and poured the glass of wine in front of him into his stomach, the cold and sour alcohol instantly shocked people and made them feel comfortable all over.

Alcohol has such a function, pulling you into a vortex, becoming addicted little by little until you lose your mind.

Soon, Mo Han ordered another bottle of wine, "We won't return tonight until we're drunk, come..."

Mo Liancheng had a serious face and gradually smiled a little. After all, they are siblings, and any kind of hatred will become easier when they talk to each other.

"Hey……"

Mo Liancheng sighed, and a little drunkenness came to his head.

"Why are you sighing? If this Jiangcheng even sighs like you, then there will be no way for others to survive." Mo Han said teasingly, but kept drinking.

Mo Liancheng also let go of his vigilance, and complained about Mu Qingqing's poor health recently, "Not only that, Sister Rong, you should remember that after working in the Mo family for more than 20 years, she suddenly borrowed a large amount from me a few days ago. The sum of money went back to my hometown, and I still feel a little bit reluctant to say it..."

(End of this chapter)