Hey, I'm Leaving Again

In the dark cell, the police are interrogating the man who kidnapped song ran.

The dim light shone on the man in prison clothes. The policeman slapped the table angrily and shouted, "don't be ignorant of good or bad!"

The man raised his hand and touched the spittle star on his face. A ruffian smile arose from the corners of his mouth. When he smiled, the scar on his face became more and more ferocious and terrible.

At the same time, Mo Qian sat on his forehead, tapping his fingers on the desktop and looking at the monitoring display on the screen.

After pondering for a while, Mo Qianxing said to the twilight cloud behind him, "continue the interrogation!"

"Yes!" Twilight cloud looked at his boss's cold eyes and wanted to stop talking.

"Just say what you want," Mo Qianxing seemed to see through what she was thinking.

Muyun stepped forward and handed a document to Mo Qianxing. "President, there is a meeting tonight. The other party wants you to come forward in person."

"Then cancel!"

With that, Mo Qian immediately got up and prepared to leave.

Twilight cloud looked at his back, shook his head and sighed helplessly.

The doctor said Song ran might wake up tonight, so he left in such a hurry.

When Mo Qianxing arrived at the hospital, the doctor said Song ran had woken up.

He trotted across the corridor to the door, but stopped again.

Mo Qian loosened his tie, rolled his beautiful Adam's apple up and down, and pretended to walk into the ward as if nothing had happened.

Song Ran is looking out of the window and paying no attention to Mo Qian's punishment.

"Song ran, you are getting bolder and bolder," said Mo Qian Xing in a low voice. Song ran looked back in surprise.

Mo Qianxing looked at Song ran on the hospital bed. His whole face didn't improve. His thin eyes were deep, but his eyes were still clear.

"Without my permission, you don't even have the qualification to die," said Mo Qian. Seeing song Ran's sentence, she said nothing, and her tone was heavy.

Song ran suddenly feels wronged. If she wasn't worried about Mo Qian's punishment, she wouldn't be kidnapped. So the nose was sour and the eyes were filled with a layer of fog.

"Mo Qianxing, you bastard!" the more she thought about it, the more she was wronged. Song ran simply burst into tears.

Facing the sudden emotional collapse of song ran, Mo Qianxing began to blame himself. He just sounded too heavy. He went to the bed, pressed song Ran's head on his chest and patted her on the shoulder.

Song ran fell asleep under the appeasement of Mo Qianxing. Mo Qianxing gently picked her up and put her on the bed. Carefully tuck in the quilt, bend over and kiss song Ran's smooth forehead.

At night, in his vague consciousness, song ran smelled a familiar smell, which was mo Qian's punishment.

Song ran thought she was dreaming and put her hand around the man's waist. His mouth muttered: "modest punishment, I'm still tired. Will you carry me?"

"Good!" Mo Qianxing gently held his small hand at his waist, with infinite tenderness in his voice.

"Mo Qianxing, don't you go?" Song ran suddenly grabbed Mo Qianxing's skirt, with a cry in her tone.

"No, I'm here." Mo Qian coaxed song ran, who was unconscious in her sleep, more gently. Her original peace of mind was broken by her modest punishment.

Slowly, Mo Qianxing relaxed and fell asleep unconsciously.

The first ray of sunshine in the morning shines into the ward. Song ran slowly opens her eyes and finds herself lying in Mo Qian's arms.

It turned out that last night was not a dream.

Song ran closes her eyes again and pretends to be asleep., Greedy for the familiar taste of Mo Qianxing.

A few minutes later, Mo Qianxing also woke up. Looking at Song ran in his arms, he really wanted to stop. There was no hatred and bad past between them. Everything was like the beginning.

Mo Qianxing approached song Ran's lips and pecked gently.

Song ran couldn't help responding. Mo Qian's sense of punishment is responded by song ran. Suddenly, she starts to invade the root of her tongue. Song ran can't breathe when she kisses her.

Song ran hummed a little. Mo Qian's punishment seemed to be aroused by people's desire in the bottom of his heart. Look, his big hand swam on Song ran. With song Ran's charming breath, Mo Qian's punishment seemed to be released. Generally, the kiss went deeper.

There was a warm and ambiguous smell in the room.

Song ran looks at the wrinkly sheets she has scratched. She can't believe she just responded to Mo Qian's punishment.

From the day of signing the contract, Mo Qianxing began to torture her endlessly, and her love for Mo Qianxing was gradually eroded by him.

But song ran knows that she still loves Mo Qian's punishment in her heart, otherwise she won't be worried when she hears about his accident.

Yesterday, after all, she couldn't restrain. She didn't hide her desire for Mo Qian to love her. But the contract has been signed, and now she is just a mistress. What is her qualification to say whether she loves or not.

After leaving the hospital, Mo Qian went straight to the police station.

In the car, recalling song Rangang's performance, he couldn't help but slightly hook the corners of his mouth.

Twilight cloud saw the corner of Mo Qian's mouth rising from the rearview mirror. He couldn't help wondering, but he didn't dare to ask.

As soon as Mo Qianxing opened the door, he saw Lin Yurou standing at the door of the police station.

Mo Qianxing strides forward without squinting. Lin Yurou steps on high heels and runs forward to hug Mo Qianxing's arm.

"Qian Xing, where have you been these days? I haven't seen you for a long time," said Lin Yurou, twisting her body to be coquettish.

"Yes," Mo Qianxing spit out these two words from his mouth.

Lin Yurou seemed unable to see the face pulled by Mo Qianxing. She continued to twist her body and act like a spoiled girl: "our wedding is coming soon. Do you just ask Qianxing?"

"Well, I know," said Mo Qianxing, shaking off Lin Yurou's hand and striding forward.

Lin Yurou looked at the back of Mo Qian's death and drew a large arc at the corner of her mouth.

Half an hour ago

Lin Yurou sits cross legged in front of the man in prison clothes. When the guard's police are not prepared, Lin Yurou quietly takes out a picture.

The man's pupil slowly widened, the green veins of his fist clenched hand burst up, and his eyes stared at Lin Yurou

"What do you want to do!"

Lin Yurou leaned in the man's ear and smiled very charming.

"Are they alive or are you alive? Choose one?"

The man slammed the table and looked at Lin Yurou gnashing his teeth.

"Bitch!"

Lin Yurou pretended not to hear the man's abuse and played with her hair.

Silence for a few seconds.

The man finally raised his head slowly: "don't hurt my wife and children." his tone was cold and seemed to be begging with a trace.

Lin Yurou seemed very satisfied with the man's answer, smiled and nodded: "that's right."

At this time, Mo Qian frowned at the trial results.

The leather clad man who kidnapped song ran confessed to his behavior. The motive of the kidnapping was to see the color. Mo Qianxing rubbed the interrogation report into a ball and threw it aside. His thin lips opened slightly: "let him make a good atonement in prison."

After dealing with the police station, Mo Qian went back to the hospital nonstop.

Pushing the door open, before Song ran wakes up, Mo Qianxing lies down on Song ran and closes his eyes.

These days, Mo Qianxing ran back and forth between the company, the hospital and the police station. He was so tired that he accidentally fell asleep on his stomach.

Song ran wakes up and sees the devil by the window. On the eve, he sleeps soundly. His breath hits song Ran's hand, warm and wet.

Song ran raises her hand to touch the beard residue of Mo Qian's punishment, and her eyes are as tender as water.

Outside the door, Lin Yurou saw the warm picture and left angrily.