Domineering president's special love

Shi Qinghuan struggled so hard that she accidentally fell to the ground while being dragged by the bodyguard.

"Get up!"

The bodyguard went to pull her immediately.

Shi Qinghuan struggled, "let go, I'll get up myself."

"Miss, this is not your has the final say!"

"Wait a minute."

Old Xing stopped the bodyguard, "don't touch her and let her get up by herself."

"Old Xing?"

When Qinghuan's eyes brightened.

"Don't get me wrong, little girl." Old Xing smiled, "I respect your friendship. If I can do this for my husband, I, an old man, have to respect you. "

Shi Qinghuan was surprised. Is there no hope at all?

"Little girl, you think from my point of view. I'm a man about to enter the earth. I'm such a great grandson. I expect him to continue my life."

Xing sighed.

"It's gone. You're always going to let me out, aren't you?"

"But..."

Shi Qinghuan opened her mouth. What should she say?

Xing Zhiyuan's meaning is very clear. What he needs is a breath! In his heart, it was probably clear that Chu Mo was not to blame for Xing Fei's death.

However, Xing Fei is gone. He can't live without sustenance!

"Old Xing, you give me a chance..."

"Let's go."

Old Xing turned his back and said, "little girl, don't embarrass yourself. I can't bear to see... "

The bodyguard came up and helped Shi Qinghuan up. This time, he was a lot respectful.

"Please."

When Qinghuan wanted to stop talking, he had to turn around and leave.

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Old town, dilapidated old apartment.

Yao Qiyue held a supermarket bag and trotted all the way. While carefully looking around, he confirmed that no one was following. Then he turned to the corner and went in through a small door.

"Chu Mo?"

Yao Qiyue whispered.

I didn't hear the answer, but I smelled smoke.

Yao Qiyue frowned and followed the smell of smoke to Chu mo. Chu Mo leaned against the window with a cigarette in his hand. There were cigarette butts on the ground nearby.

"You..."

Yao Qiyue said, "Chu Mo, what are you doing?"

Then he reached out to Chu mo.

Chu Mo dodged, put the cigarette into his mouth and took a big puff, "does this have anything to do with you? Yao Qiyue, leave now! "

"You..."

Yao Qiyue was annoyed. "I can go at any time, but Chu Mo, I really despise you now! Look at you, where did you still look a little energetic before? "

Oh.

Chu Mo smiled, "I didn't show you, so I let you go?"

Yao Qiyue couldn't say a word of his anger. He simply ignored him, went to the side, drew water, and began to boil water and noodles.

She squatted on the ground, facing the bought ingredients, she didn't know how to start.

"Ouch."

Yao Qiyue shook his hand and cried in pain.

Chu Mo frowned, twisted out the cigarette end, and walked over, "have you cut it? Don't force if you don't, so I told you not to follow? "

Yao Qiyue reddened his eyes. "Yes, I just don't obey. Just leave me alone!"

"I'll come."

Chu Mo pointed to the sofa and said, "you can sit down. The wound will always be treated. You're not needed here."

"Huh?"

Yao Qiyue was surprised, "can you do it?"

"Bang."

Chu Mo smiled. "When Qinghuan and I got married, she was only 18 years old. She couldn't do anything. I did everything at home."

He meditated in his heart. At that time, he almost raised Qinghuan as his daughter.