Tired Lord, your wife is a boss

Chapter 598 Unexpected Retirement!
the other side.

Qiao Yimo, Leng Juan and Mo Jun are rushing to the competition site.

Mo Jun was driving the car, Qiao Yimo and Leng Juan sat behind.

"Sister-in-law, why do you want to participate in the competition?" Mo Jun touched his nose and asked curiously.

Qiao Yimo thought about it for a while. Anyway, she will appear in front of the competition as Liang Yin later, so she might as well let Mo Jun make mental preparations at this moment.

So he said: "Because I want to get back my own things, I"

As soon as the words fell, there was a booming sound from behind.

Qiao Yimo and Leng Juan looked at it reflexively.

Suddenly, the pupils of the two shrank, and they said in unison: "Mr. Mo, be careful."

Hearing the sound, Mo Jun glanced in the rearview mirror, only to see a black truck speeding up from behind, crashing into it as if out of control.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Mo Jun turned his head quickly, and the black truck in front of him slammed into the obstacle ahead.

Mo Jun immediately let go, and curled his thin lips lightly, "Master Tired, sister-in-law, my driving skills are not bad!"

As soon as the words fell, there was another booming sound from the left side, and the three people in the car looked over at the same time.

However, because of the turn just now, there is no way to turn around at this moment, and they can only watch the truck on the left hit them.

Leng Juan's pupils shrank slightly, and he shielded Qiao Yimo under his body in a panic, "Momo, be careful."

Mo Jun reacted, his eyes widened in shock, "Master Tired!"

A hole was knocked out on the left side of the black Maybach, and Qiao Yimo was also injured.

A gap appeared on her left arm, and warm blood was flowing out.

Qiao Yimo looked down at her arm, and couldn't help pursing her lips.

"Keep driving." Leng Juan covered Qiao Yimo under his body, then pulled out a gun with his other hand, and fired at the smoking truck.

The tires rubbed against the ground sharply, and there were more and more gunshots behind him, Qiao Yimo wanted to raise her eyes to help, but was pushed back roughly by the man, "Lie down!
She opened her eyes wide and looked at the holes in the glass window opposite, feeling panicked.

Before she had time to draw the gun, someone pushed her hand back, and the man pressed her firmly on his lap, bearing the gunfire from the opposite side alone.

"Trust me." A cold and indifferent female voice spoke slowly.

Hearing the words above, the man was silent for a while, pursed his lips, and finally let go of her hand.

Enduring the pain from the wound, Qiao Yimo took out a gun, and then fired at the men's van opposite.

Mo Jun's face turned pale, and he hurriedly took a look at the situation of the truck on the other side.

The men in black who were holding guns fell down one by one.

All the wheels of the truck were blown off, and no one survived on the truck.

Originally, there was another car behind to follow, but when they saw the truck, all the people fell down and turned around and galloped away.

After a while, it disappeared.

"Can't catch up."

Leng Juan withdrew his gaze and landed on Qiao Yimo, and saw a bloody gash on her arm at a glance, terrifying and ferocious.

"Mo Jun, go to the hospital immediately."

The man's voice was low and hoarse, and his voice was tense.

"Okay." Mo Jun didn't even think about it, and quickly turned on his phone to search for nearby hospitals.

"It's okay, I'll treat the wound in the theater." Qiao Yimo said calmly with no expression on her face.

"Shut up!" With a gloomy face, the man straightened into his suit, then took off the black shirt inside, and used the black shirt as gauze to make a simple bandage for her.

Qiao Yimo was stunned for a moment, didn't speak, and let the man handle it.

The man's face was gloomy, and the strength of his attack naturally became heavier.

Qiao Yimo frowned, and said displeasedly, "If you're gentle, you'll die!"

He raised his eyes and looked at her, his voice was low and cold, "I just stayed there obediently when I knew it hurt, what's the matter with being hurt."

Qiao Yimo was speechless for a moment and had no excuse.

She looked down at the wound on her arm and moved her lips, "Who is it?"

*
Theater lounge.

Su Zhe looked down at the time, "The game is about to start, why haven't you come back yet?"

"Do you know where they went?" He looked up at the man opposite.

Bo Hua shook his head, "I don't know."

Ever since Mo Jun knew that Ms. Qiao was so good at playing the piano, he has been around her all day long, and even lost his job as a driver.

Bo Hua lowered his head, a little aggrieved.

Su Zhe opened the address book and made a call.

But no matter how many times he called, he was still unable to connect.

Su Zhe frowned, looked at Bo Hua, "Give me your master's phone number."

Bo Hua was stunned for a while, said oh, and then directly handed over the phone.

This time, the call was connected quickly, Su Zhe saw the mountain and said: "Where did you take her? The competition is about to start."

A low and hoarse voice sounded from the other end of the phone. Slowly, Su Zhe's face became more and more serious, and his brows were tightly frowned.

Bo Hua noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and turned to look at Su Zhe.

I saw Su Zhe said solemnly: "I know, we must take good care of her."

"What's wrong?" Bo Hua asked, taking the phone.

"They encountered a gunfight on the way back, and Yimo's arm was hit by a car." Su Zhe said in a low voice, with coldness and bloodlust in his eyes.

Bo Hua was stunned when he heard the words, and immediately asked: "What about the tired master?"

Su Zhe pursed his lips, remained silent, and then gave him a blank look.

After his little ancestor was handed over to him, he was injured more often than eating!

The dog man is such a waste!

*
After hanging up the phone, Su Zhe did not go to the hospital, but went to the judges' lounge first.

All five judges are here!
When Su Zhe came to visit suddenly, they were very surprised, and quickly got up to greet him, "Young Master Su, why are you here?"

Su Zhe closed the door, then sat on the sofa with an unusually calm expression, "About the second and third rounds, can we postpone it?"

When the words fell to the ground, several judges looked at each other with a bit of bewilderment in their eyes, "This"

"Young Master Su, what's the matter with you?"

Su Zhe opened his eyes, opened the door directly and said: "The contestant named Qiao Yimo injured his arm, and he is still in the hospital. He can't come to the scene, and he can't play the piano."

The judges were surprised when they heard this, "How could this happen? Are you all right?"

Su Zhe shook his head, "That's why I want to ask, if possible, we can finalize the time for the next match."

"Young Master Su, this..." The judges showed some distress on their faces, "You know, today's competition will be broadcast live globally. Even if we agree, how do we explain it to other contestants? How do we explain it to the global audience?"

"I see." Su Zhe said in a calm voice, "Then I will retire for Qiao Yimo."

"This" and the judges looked at each other again, their expressions more embarrassing than before.

Retire?
Just now Liang Yin announced that he was coming, now Qiao Yimo is going to retire, maybe it's because of a guilty conscience?

Otherwise, how could there be such a coincidence?

Someone stood up and asked, "Young Master Su, what is your relationship with Qiao Yimo?"

"Friend." After Su Zhe answered, he turned and walked outside, and then there was a loud sound of closing the door.

(End of this chapter)