Mr.Mo's hidden honey love

She was wearing high-heeled shoes, and the tail of her wedding dress was heavy and long. It took a lot of effort to catch up with her. She grabbed Chen Qing's arm and said, "Dad, mom, I'm sorry."

Chen Qing didn't speak, but Shen Jian Yan said, "let go."

"Dad..."

"Don't call me. You've lost all the faces of the Shen family. Today's wedding, Mo Beiting didn't arrive. You were caught with such a shameless pigtail. People will poke at my spine and scold me for not being able to teach the Shen family. It's so..."

"I'm sorry."

If it was, she would argue before, but now, she can only apologize.

"Let go, you go back and get divorced. Go back to America immediately."

Yi Qiao pulls Chen Qing's arm and doesn't speak. Her face is pale and her eyes are red. Chen Qing can't bear it. It's just like when she was a child, she was held by her for many times and didn't let her go on business.

She softened in her heart and comforted: "your father didn't mean that. He told you to go to America to avoid it. When this affair is over, you will come back. You and Mo Beiting... Forget it. They divorced. It's... Ah, it's your fault."

Yi Qiao shakes her head.

Shen Jian Yan looks at her appearance, anger attack heart, hold her and Chen Qing's hand, force to separate them.

Inertia, after separation, Chen Qing stepped back a few steps!

They stand at the edge of the driveway of the airport terminal. As soon as Chen Qing retreats, she retreats to the driveway.

The accident was so sudden that the car behind him didn't have time to react and ran into it.

The speed is not fast.

If it's a crash, maybe it won't hurt too much, but Chen Qing's body was rolled under the tire. After the car braked, it drove several meters due to inertia before finally stopping.

Yi Qiao's position, just to see the moment of being hit.

Her eyes widened. The sounds of collision and braking became a slow reflection arc, stretching and tearing in her head, then becoming echoes, hitting her head in a tormenting way.

they hurt.

The whole head is going to explode!

She watched her father rush past, half kneeling beside her mother, trying to help her, but afraid of causing secondary damage to her, she did not dare to help her. There were many people around, some calling, some pointing, some shaking their heads with regret.

Mom.

She pushed away the crowd and tried to squeeze inside!

Yi Qiao felt her lips moving, but she didn't know whether to shout, but the people in front of her all got out of the way.

More than ten meters away, she felt extremely long. It seemed that it was only a few seconds, and it seemed that she had walked for a long time before she came to Chen Qing. She squatted down and reached out to touch her severely bruised face, "Mom, mom."

Yi Qiao's throat choked and couldn't speak. She could only cry monotonously and repeatedly.

"Roll," Shen Jian Yan pushed her away, staring at her grimly and twisted eyes, "you roll for me, you are a broom star, you shouldn't go back home, you look at the people around you, which is good?"

Yi Qiao falls to one side.

The palm of her hand seemed to have worn, but she didn't feel any pain.

Someone in the crowd came up and said in raw Chinese, "I'm a doctor. Let me have a look."

Later, mom was picked up by dad and went to the car with the doctor.

The car quickly left the airport, the people around also slowly scattered, leaving only a large pool of blood in the middle of the road and the car still waiting for the traffic police to deal with.

Yi Qiao is very flustered.

In the past two years, this kind of flustered and bewildered mood has been extremely rare in her!

Now, in the constant sound of trumpets and the voice of airport security persuading her to give way, the only thing she clearly feels is panic.

And endless regret.

She has to go to the hospital!

She doesn't feel at ease if she doesn't see her mother's OK with her own eyes.

Yi Qiao gets into the car, trying to control her shaking hand and put the key into the keyhole. Before driving, she dials Mo Beiting's phone.

The phone is through.

Yi Qiao looks up at the woman in the mirror. Her long hair is messy. No matter how delicate her makeup is, she can't cover up her vicissitudes and despair. It seems that she was beaten back two years ago.

After all, young, there are still many things not considered so perfect!

The recording she didn't pay attention to at the beginning has now become her biggest trouble.

Yi Qiao's face touched the face in the mirror without expression. Her hand was still shaking, but her voice was the same as usual. She couldn't hear any mood: "Beiting."

For a long time, the man just squeezed out a little voice from his throat, "en."

Yi Qiao's whole body retracted into the back of the chair.