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Chapter 267 If Mother's Death Was Related to Xiao Yan

Along the way, Jomo sat in the back seat of the Bentley, his expression expressionless, like a puppet without any emotions.

Rong Chengmo, who was sitting beside her, glanced at her lightly, and said softly, "Cry if you want to."

Qiao Mo didn't even blink his eyes. After a while, he asked calmly, "When did my mother leave?"

"Yesterday morning."

Qiao Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was talking to himself, or asking Rong Chengmo, "My mother is clearly fine, why did she leave so suddenly?"

Suddenly, she turned to look at Rong Chengmo, her eyes were sharp and cold, as if she was examining him.

At the bottom of his eyes, there was suspicion and suspicion towards him.

Rong Chengmo couldn't help laughing, hooked his thin lips and said, "You don't suspect that I touched your mother, do you?"

Qiao Mo asked: "Isn't it? She is obviously fine, why did she leave so suddenly?"

Rong Chengmo's amber eyes stared blankly at her clear eyes, and said with deep meaning: "Compared to my disgust, is Xiao Yan more suspicious?"

"Impossible!" Qiao Mo vetoed it in one gulp, but after the veto, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Rong Chengmo's gaze deepened, "You don't have to deny it so quickly, whether Xiao Yan has anything to do with this matter, maybe you will know it all in a while."

Even though Qiao Mo has conflicts and quarrels with Xiao Yan now, in front of outsiders, Qiao Mo will still subconsciously protect Xiao Yan.

"If this is your new method to provoke me and Xiao Yan, please accept it, because your provocation is meaningless to me and Xiao Yan."

Rong Chengmo sneered, "In your eyes, am I so naive? Qiao Mo, you are too small for me. It is indeed good for me to provoke you and Xiao Yan, but such a low-level method of provocation is not something I tolerate. Chengmo's style."

Jomo sneered, and didn't want to argue with him anymore.

She turned her face and looked out of the window. It was raining lightly in Haicheng. The rain on a winter night was chilly. Even through the car window, Qiao Mo seemed to be able to feel the chill that penetrated his heart.

After nearly 20 hours, Jomo still failed to accept the fact that Lu Hailan had died.

She pursed her lips, looked at the night view of Haicheng outside the window, her eyes were empty, but calm, "How did my mother die?"

Rong Chengmo laughed and said, "Don't you trust me? If you don't trust me, why do you still ask me?"

Jomo was silent.

Rong Chengmo said to himself: "He was shot in the heart and suffocated to death. When he was sent to the hospital, he was out of breath."

Qiao Mo was taken aback, shot in the heart?In the end... who did it?
She still remembers the shooting incident in the coffee shop. She was two months pregnant at the time. If Rong Chengmo hadn't blocked the shot for her, she and the two children in her stomach would have died. Mourning Huangquan.

That time... Lu Hailan personally identified that Xiao Yan sent someone to do it.

But Xiao Yan did not admit it.

Qiao Mo understood Xiao Yan, if it was really him who did it, even if it was something against the laws of nature, he would admit it, but if it wasn't him, who would it be?
Qiao Mo turned his eyes and looked at Rong Chengmo suspiciously.

Was it made by Rong Chengmo?
But why did he do that, and if he sent someone to do the shooting at the beginning, why did he block the bullet for her? Jomo remembers that bullet very clearly. It would be the heart, killed instantly.

If Rong Chengmo really did it, it wouldn't be worth it for him to take such a big risk.

Qiao Mo couldn't figure it out, and the suspicion in his heart grew bigger and bigger.

Seeing her frowning slightly and staring at him, Rong Chengmo smiled and said, "Up until now, you still doubt me?"

Qiao Mo only replied coldly, "No matter who it is, I don't believe that Xiao Yan did this."

Even if Xiao Yan and Lu Hailan had a mortal hatred, Lu Hailan was her mother after all, she believed in Xiao Yan and would not do that.

Rong Chengmo smiled intriguingly, and lowered his voice, "Qiao Mo, you have to know that it is often a moment for a person to make a certain decision. It is not impossible for Xiao Yan to get rid of your mother. Your mother I have always opposed you and Xiao Yan being together, and I also want to join hands with me to bring down the Xiao family. Is it true that Xiao Yan is not afraid of losing his wife and losing his army? Everyone has weaknesses, no matter how strong Xiao Yan is, he will also afraid of losing."

Qiao Mo's eyelashes trembled, "A Yan will not do things that hurt me behind my back for these reasons."

"If he really loves you, your mother is undoubtedly a ticking time bomb to him. It's always better to get rid of it than to worry about it."

Qiao Mo bit his lip and retorted: "Xiao Yan wouldn't think so carelessly. If he really loved me, he wouldn't be able to do anything to my mother. He would definitely think about it. If I knew it was his fault I did it, and in this life, I'm afraid I will never forgive him again."

Xiao Yan is not a fool, let alone a businessman who can lose money.

Killing Lu Hailan would not do any good to Xiao Yan.

"Since you don't believe it, just wait slowly. One day, the truth and facts will appear before your eyes. I hope that by then, you can still defend Xiao Yan like this."

Qiao Mo's heart trembled violently, and his whole body shivered suddenly.

She didn't know why, but suddenly fell into such fear.

Could it be that she has gradually begun to believe that the murderer who killed Lu Hailan was Xiao Yan?

Do not……

"Has my mother's body been disposed of?"

"I left in the early hours of yesterday, and by the early hours of this morning, it had actually been more than 24 hours, and the rescue at the hospital was ineffective, so I was cremated on the spot."

Qiao Mo sighed heavily and buried his face in his hands.

She looked extremely helpless.

She didn't even see Lu Hailan's last side...

Rong Chengmo frowned slightly, and finally reached out and patted her on the shoulder as a comfort, "The deceased is gone, let's mourn."

……

When Bingli arrived at the Rong's mansion, he stopped slowly.

Jomo got out of the car and saw the mourning hall and sacrifice.

Her legs were already slightly weak when she was at the door.

The tears that had been held back for a long time finally fell silently, as if the floodgates had been opened.

"mom……"

……

Jomo stayed in the mourning hall for the whole night without closing his eyes.

After more than ten hours of flight, I was extremely exhausted, but after arriving in Haicheng, I still didn't rest.

She was still eight months pregnant.

She just knelt in front of the mourning hall, not saying a word, she seemed to shed few tears, but her eyes were flushed red, and her face was as pale as paper, it was not difficult to see all her emotions.

The housekeeper of the Rong family persuaded him several times, but it was useless. Jomo still knelt there relentlessly, as if atoneing for his sin.

Rong Chengmo frowned slightly, came down from the study, and asked the housekeeper, "How long is it until Feng Che arrives?"

"Mr. Feng is almost here. Sir, Ms. Qiao has been kneeling in the mourning hall for a long time, and she is still pregnant. Will something happen?"

Rong Chengmo's eyes fell on the woman kneeling in the middle of the hall coldly, and said to the butler, "I'll watch over here, you go down first."

"Yes."

……

Rong Chengmo walked up behind Qiao Mo and said, "It doesn't mean anything to your mother that you are kneeling like this. You are pregnant, so go down and rest first."

Jomo was stubborn, "Don't worry about my business."

"Don't forget, this is my home."

Qiao Mo didn't feel short of breath, but instead said: "Mr. Rong, don't worry, my brother will arrive later, and I will take my mother out of here."

Qiao Mo has always been worried about the cooperation between Lu Hailan and Rong Chengmo. Lu Hailan lives in Rong Chengmo's house, and Qiao Mo has always had opinions.

"Jomo, maybe there is really no need to make such a clear distinction between you and me."

While Qiao Mo was burning the paper, in the orange flame, she smiled coldly, "Mr. Rong said so, Qiao Mo is really high-ranking. Qiao Mo dare not climb Mr. Rong. It's better to make a clear distinction in the future."

"You have a prejudice against me now, and it's not too late to say it later."

Jomo didn't speak any more, his heart and mind were empty, and he didn't have any other emotions except sadness and despair.

I don't know when Feng Che will arrive. If it is later, Qiao Mo really doesn't know if she can hold on.

All the collapsing emotions, like goose feathers and snow, piled up little by little in my heart.

About Lu Hailan, about Xiao Yan...

……

Feng Che arrived at the Rong's mansion an hour later.

He was dusty and dusty, and he had rushed to the plane without closing his eyes for more than ten hours.

Men's tolerance, or resistance to stress, may be stronger than women's, or they are better at disguising themselves, even in the face of life and death, they seem to be a calm and wise man.

As soon as Feng Che arrived, he hugged Qiao Mo into his arms almost immediately.

There was still the chill of the winter night outside on him.

Qiao Mo finally let go of all his pretense and strength, and murmured, "Brother..."

There were faint tears in Feng Che's eyes, "Sorry, I'm late."

Even though he was separated from Lu Hailan since childhood, blood relatives are blood relatives after all, it is impossible for Feng Che not to feel sad about Lu Hailan's unexpected death.

Qiao Mo leaned against Feng Che's arms, she was so tired, she just felt exhausted, but she insisted: "Brother, take Mom home."

Feng Che nodded, and first greeted Rong Chengmo briefly, expressing his gratitude in etiquette, and then, he carried the urn and left with Qiao Mo.

……

In the car, Jomo remained silent.

Feng Che was also silent for a long time. Seeing that Qiao Mo was restless, he finally asked, "Where's Xiao Yan?"

Xiao Yan, why isn't she by her side?
Qiao Mo lowered his cheeks and smiled wryly in the dim light, "Brother, what should I do if Mom's death is related to Xiao Yan?"

Feng Che was startled, and frowned: "What did you say?"

"I don't know. Rong Chengmo's words are half-truth and half-false. I can no longer tell what is true and what is false. What is Xiao Yan thinking in his heart? I find that I don't understand more and more now..."

(End of this chapter)