After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

The first one to find the master fell in the room was the housekeeper who took coffee from the warehouse. Then he hurried downstairs and opened the door of the study.

At that time, Yan Mo was still talking on the phone with Hushang engineering. He heard a panic voice shouting behind him, "young master, it's bad, the master can't..."

About twenty minutes later, the man was taken to the hospital emergency room by ambulance.

The doctor showed deep pain and regret before entering the operating room. "The old man has been recovering well this year, but today's accident doesn't look optimistic. Please be prepared, Mr. Yan."

Yan Mo lowered his eyelids and clenched his fist on his side. After the doctor walked away, he gently "Hmm" and leaned against the nearby wall.

At this time, the old housekeeper standing aside showed scarlet face and trembled and complained, "young master, it's the general manager mu. The master was with him before. Why did the master fall down and he disappeared?"

"Shut up." Yan Mo frowned slightly, turned his head and scolded, "the old man has been taken care of by you. Now there is an accident, and you want to shift the responsibility to irrelevant outsiders!"

He said, a finger almost clubbed to the tip of the other party's nose.

When the old housekeeper heard the speech, he was so frightened that he trembled and hurriedly explained: "before Mr. Mu went out, the old man deliberately supported me and said that he wanted to talk to him alone. I went to the warehouse to find something. It was all the old man's advice... "

Yan Mo was impatient, waved and interrupted, "call the young lady back."

Looking back, the man was still staring at his place, and then scolded coldly: "don't get out of here!"

The old housekeeper saw that the young master who was always good at talking showed a fierce face. After answering a few times, he quickly stepped aside, "OK, OK, I'll go now."

They disappeared at the end of the corridor. The tired man turned right and looked at the entrance of the operating room.

His eyes were covered with frost, and the words of the old housekeeper echoed in his ears.

"It's Mr. mu. The master was with him before..."

Thinking so, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, sat on the iron bench next to him, and then dialed Mu Ming's phone.

The phone rang twice and was connected. The other party's voice sounded bright and clean. Without greeting, he asked, "President Yan, what's up?"

"Oh, it's okay." His back was stiff and he leaned against the cold seat. "What's the emergency when he came out after calling and saw that you had left?"

"I'll have a call with Miss Song later." Mu Ming responded quickly and smiled twice when he heard the speech, "but I've said hello to the old man. Isn't it rude?"

"No, of course not. Since you have something to do, be busy first and talk another day. "

Yan Mo hurriedly hangs up the phone. Then he leans forward with his elbows on his knees, maintaining this stalemate, tightening his brows.

A moment later, he spread out the hot mobile phone in his palm and dialed out, "there's something you can help me check..."

On the other hand, Mu Ming, who had just driven to the underground garage of the hotel, sat in the car and answered the phone. At this time, his eyes were full of the smell of evil. When he opened the door, he also dialed a phone to go out, "I can't go back to Kyoto this weekend, and some things need me to deal with."

Song ran on the other end of the phone was immediately alert, wrung her eyebrows and put down the documents in her hand, "what's going on?"

When walking along the garage passage to the elevator entrance, Mu Ming suddenly hooked his lips and smiled. Before stepping into the elevator door, he explained the whole thing very calmly and clearly.

While listening, song ran leaned her body against the back of the chair, and finally made a serious reminder: "Yan Mo will check you. You didn't do this clean. Think out how to deal with it. Don't bother song and Fengrui."

"Don't worry." Mu Ming pressed the elevator button, "I have my own discretion."

Song ran originally wanted to say something more, but seeing the other party's confident posture, he just gave a slight "um" and hung up the phone.

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Two days later, at the weekend, Mu Ming came to the hospital with a prepared gift to visit Mr. Yan, who was still unconscious in the intensive care unit.

Learned from the doctor that the situation was bad, there was a few sad expressions on the young Jun's face, "it's still under observation. Is it possible for him to wake up again?"

Seeing this, the doctor thought for a moment before comforting, "there is still hope."

"There is hope..."

The man whispered to himself, and a few lights flashed from the bottom of his eyes. Then he calmly withdrew from the office and followed the nurse in the direction of the ward.

The nurse opened the door of the ward. As soon as Mu Ming was about to lift his feet, he was interrupted by a calm voice behind him.

Looking back, I saw Yan Mo standing there with a serious and vigilant face. His narrow eyes looked over with obvious hostility. "Mu always comes when he is free. Why don't you inform me in advance?"

Mu Ming carried a basket of fruit, smelled the words, turned his body slightly, hooked his lips and smiled faintly, "I heard that the old man was ill. I came to visit. I called you, but I didn't get through."

"Oh?" Yan Mo raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled, "only the family knows the news of my father's illness. Where does Mu always get it?"

The two men looked at each other at a distance of three or five meters, with a faint hostile smile at the bottom of their eyes. A silent confrontation provoked the little nurse standing next to them to look around. Finally, they shrunk their necks and put on the door again, and withdrew from the narrow battlefield very knowingly.

Finally, Mu Ming put down his fruit basket and raised his chin in the direction behind the man, "don't you mind looking for a place to chat?"

About five minutes later, they came to the canteen downstairs of the hospital.

It was not a meal at that time. The huge canteen was empty. Only two men in suits sat opposite each other at one of the tables by the window and remained silent for a long time.

Then, there was a "pop". Yan Mo took his mobile phone out of the built-in pocket of his suit, photographed it on the desktop, and said frankly: "I asked someone to check the monitoring of the day. At 7:06 p.m., you went upstairs with my father and entered the room back and forth. Twenty minutes later, you went downstairs and left alone. The housekeeper went upstairs at 7:31 p.m, At that time, the old man was unconscious. "

Mu Ming listened, disdainfully picked the tip of his eyebrows, then leaned against the back of the chair, crossed his hands in front of him, and asked him in an attitude that he didn't care very much, "what do you mean?"

"I mean, you deliberately did it." Yan Mo clenched his fist and beat it on the table. "There is a photo album in the pile of books that fell down. There is a photo in it. I think you should know it."

He said, cutting open the mobile phone screen and pushing the pre taken photos to the man's eyes.

Mu Ming lowered her eyes and stared at the gentle smile of the young woman in the photo. Finally, she touched her chin and nodded to admit, "this is my mother. You should know that her name is mu Shan."

"So you admit that you deliberately did it?" Yan Mo, who was calm for a few minutes, asked quietly.

Unexpectedly, the man nodded very readily and promised, "I didn't intend to deny it from the beginning."

After a short pause, I saw him stretch out a hand and press down, "but President Yan, I hope you know that the monitoring just can't prove anything. As for when old Mr. Yan fell, the judge won't just listen to your words."