Lucky One becomes Unlucky

Mo feiran felt that his ears were out of order, not to mention two thousand a month, even two thousand a day. He didn't use it enough. Two thousand a minute was about the same.

"Brother..."

"Dudu..."

There was a call to hang up.

Mo feiran slaps the steering wheel hard. Damn Mo Yanjing, wait for me.

He drove all the way to the hospital. When he arrived at Mo song's ward, he was about to complain when he saw that Mo song was wearing a respirator.

"Dad." He stepped forward two steps, took mosong's hand, and then looked at the coming murisi: "Dad, what's the matter?"

"Sudden cerebral hemorrhage, fortunately, timely rescue." Mersey's voice was hoarse.

Mo feiran sees the appearance of Mo song at the moment, but he still doesn't say what Mo Yanjing did to himself.

Mo Yanjing knows that Mo feiran has gone to the hospital. After listening to Ruan Wei, Mo feiran just sits down and doesn't talk nonsense.

"He's not such a jerk yet." Mo Yanjing is standing on the balcony. He doesn't know what the meaning of his eyes is. He thinks Mo feiran will kill him!

If you are angry, the play will be good.

"The old man is old after all. He can't do it after two moves with Feng Heng." Ruan Weidao.

Mo Yanjing is noncommittal. Feng Heng's moral is obvious, that is, he wants to swallow the southern ink, but Mo song also wants to pull Huizhi down.

However, he is not Feng Heng's opponent at all, this talented cerebral hemorrhage, hospitalized.

"The old man didn't want you to participate in the affairs of the group center all the time. This disease is not to give way to you. That Mo feiran is useless." Ruan Wei couldn't understand why Mo song was so eccentric.

"A son of a bitch, how smart can he be." Mo Yanjing's voice is full of sadness, which makes people shudder.

……

The news that Mo song suddenly fell ill and was hospitalized surprised Qian Zhaozhao.

Mo Yanjing casually gave Qian Zhaozhao several projects, looking much more generous than before.

"Thank you." Qian Zhaozhao said.

"Who are we with, don't we, big pig?" Taking advantage of Qian Zhaozhao's inattention, Mo Yanjing reaches out and touches her head. "I'm better than Feng Heng. I'll divorce him."

Qian Zhaozhao dodged his hand: "don't be so ambiguous. It seems that you really like me. Feng Heng has misunderstood me several times."

Mo Yanjing looked at her meaningfully, only to find that she always felt that she was not interested in her.

"Do you think I don't like you?" He suddenly became serious.

"You like me?" Qian Zhaozhao pointed to himself, "do you cheat people's money? And someone who likes to help save his ex girlfriend? "

Qian Zhaozhao feels that Mo Yanjing has a conspiracy.

Mo Yan Jing sword eyebrow slightly picked: "no, really don't like people so much? But I didn't cheat you either. I cheated Feng Heng and Feng Xu. "

"You cheated Feng Xu?" Qian Zhaozhao stares. She thinks he is a friend, but he thinks she is a money maker.

Qian Zhaozhao wants to kick the miser to death.

Mo Yanjing put his hands on the railing and looked at the scenery outside through the French window: "it's just cheating on a few projects."

Qian Zhaozhao doesn't know that it's OK. When he knows that, he feels that he owes Feng Xu again and tries not to beat him.

"So you used to approach me because of Feng Heng and Feng Xu?" Qian Zhaozhao remembers that when she first met Mo Yanjing, she had a delicate relationship with Feng Heng.

"Not all of it, of course, and the reason for the game." Mo Yanjing now looks at Qian Zhaozhao's angry eyes, some dare not cheat her.

Qian Zhaozhao turned his head, and his face was angry.

Whoever knows that friends who have been helping themselves are all using themselves, so will they.

"Angry?" Mo Yanjing looked at her, raised his hand in the air.

Qian Zhaozhao said in a deep voice, "I was angry because I thought you were a friend," she said with a pause. "I hope there won't be another time."

Her falling hand was clenched and lost.

Mo Yanjing looked at her petite body standing in front of the French window, her chestnut curly hair on her shoulder, and her small face was quiet and lost.

His heart can not help but regret, and then he said with a smile: "no, for the sake of apology, I invite you to eat delicious food, what would you like to eat?"

Qian Zhaozhao was about to refuse when he turned around and saw a tall figure standing in the corridor.

Feng Heng's cold eyes fell on them, his face was cold, and his eyes were gloomy.

"Feng..." Before Qian Zhaozhao spoke, he saw Feng Heng turn around and leave.

She rushed to catch up and saw that the elevator had already come down.

This is the eighth floor. She has no choice but to wait for the elevator.

Finally, the elevator came. She went downstairs and glanced at it. She didn't see feng Heng.

She picked up her cell phone and called, and the phone was connected: "Feng Heng..."

No sooner had she called out than she hung up on the other side.

If you call back, you'll shut down

Ji Dong drives the car and looks at Feng Heng's iron blue face. He is afraid.

A look is in Qian Zhaozhao where touched mildew, Ji Dong tentatively asked: "do not pick up the madam to go back?"

Feng Heng gives him a cold sight. Ji Dong feels that his back is chilly. He immediately changes the topic: "Mo song is in hospital. Do we want to win the project in their hands at one stroke?"

Feng Heng's heart is a little stuffy. When he thinks of seeing Qian Zhaozhao and Mo Yanjing standing in front of the French window, he can't concentrate.

"Am I too kind to her?" He said faintly.

Ji Dong Leng for a moment, fumbled for the meaning of his words: "you mean this time? Also, Mo song has a friendship with your father. "

Feng Heng's narrow eyes looked at him: "back to IL."

He wants to see what Qian Zhaozhao is going to say this time?

He has always been clean, but what about Qian Zhaozhao?

Again and again, first Feng Xu, then Mo Yanjing, I heard, and Mo feiran

Does she like to communicate with people he doesn't like and deliberately make him angry?

Ji Dong backed back and didn't dare to see feng Heng. I felt that the air pressure in the car was low.

Qian Zhaozhao in the company, see feng Heng not only leave without saying a word, but also hang up his phone, very uncomfortable.

Mo Yanjing takes the elevator and is not in a hurry to get down. He looks at Qian Zhaozhao standing at the door and walks towards her.

"Think about it, what to eat?" He didn't seem to care about Feng Heng just now.

"No, I'll go back to eat."

Qian Zhaozhao is not in the mood, refuses Mo Yanjing, and then goes to the underground garage.

They passed Feng Heng's car on the way back, but they didn't notice.

Feng Heng let Ji Dong will hear the door of IL, then let him go back first.

After Ji Dong left, he sat in the car waiting for a long time, the night slowly shrouded, his heart inexplicably restless.

Glancing inside the car at the expensive cigarettes sent by the customer, he reached for one.

He doesn't smoke, but he can also smoke. The strong taste doesn't remove the fire from his heart at the moment, but it makes him more bored.

Turn on the mobile phone, looking at the phone that didn't answer, and other customers' news, he rubbed Qian Zhaozhao's three words and put out the cigarette end.