Mysterious president, get away from me!

"Second uncle, where did you get hurt? A lot of blood, call the doctor to help you quickly Xichen ran to him and looked anxiously at his body.

Mu Chen Han is still speechless.

"Second uncle, what's the matter with you? Where are you hurt? Why don't you talk? " Xichen was frightened by his appearance, and his black eyes burst into tears.

Mo Ling stood in the same place for a long time and walked slowly towards him. Seeing mu Chenhan, she didn't want to be fussy, but she couldn't let Xi Chen worry and be afraid.

Go to Mu Chen cold body before, Mo Ling hesitated for a while, slowly squat in front of him, voice soft ground says, "exactly how?"

He was still speechless, even in his posture.

Mo Ling sighed in her heart, hesitated to stretch out her hand, gently stroked the hair in front of his forehead. At this time, she could see the blood on his face. She held his face in her hands and lifted it up. When she saw his dull, lifeless eyes, her heart was slightly shocked.

She pursed her lips and said, "Mu Chen Han, please cheer me up and don't let Xi Chen worry!"

Maybe it's her voice, maybe it's because she mentioned Xichen's name. Mu Chenhan's empty eyes suddenly changed like a walking corpse. His long eyelashes trembled slightly. He raised his eyes stiffly and looked at her stiffly. His voice was very hoarse, "you take Xichen back first."

"Second uncle, I won't go back. I'll stay with you." Xichen clung to his bloodstained sleeve.

"Xichen, be obedient and go home with aunt Mo first. Uncle Er is OK."

Mu Chen Han raised his finger and wanted to touch his hair, but when he saw the dried up blood on his hand, he stopped. Xi Chen took the initiative to put the cerebellum bag Melon under his palm and gently rubbed his palm. His two arms hugged him tightly. He didn't dislike the smell of blood on his body at all.

"Second uncle, I'll listen to you. I'll go home first. You must be well."

Mu Chen cold "um" a, the palm lightly pressed to press his hair top, "go back."

Mo Ling takes Xi Chen's little hand to take him home. The little guy looks back at his second uncle from time to time and is reluctant to give up. It's very sad. Mo Ling looks down at him and whispers, "Xi Chen, don't worry, your second uncle will be OK."

She looked carefully, Mu Chen Han was not injured, the bloodstain on the body is others, perhaps because the person who accepted the operation in the operating room was hurt too seriously, his mood will be so low. Although Mo Ling doesn't know who the injured person is, she guesses that it must be a very important person for mu Chenhan.

Maureen took Xichen home and accompanied him for a while. Until he no longer looked down, she told the servant to take good care of him.

It was already afternoon, and the hospital corridor was still quiet.

Mu Chen Han is still sitting on the bench, the blood clothes on his body have not been changed, he keeps the previous posture, rigid action is like stone carving.

Dada's footsteps broke the silence of the corridor. Maureen twisted a paper bag and came to him.

Without looking up, he turned a deaf ear to everything around him and seemed to have left the world.

Mo Ling looked at him, but there was no fluctuation in her heart. She calmly put the paper bag beside him and said, "I've got a set of clothes for you. You should change your clothes first. There's also a bento in it. It's left over from Xichen's cooking. You eat it by the way. "

After a while, his arms on his legs moved slightly. Then, he stretched out straight, put his head on her abdomen and put it around her waist.

He held her quietly, without saying a word or making unnecessary moves.

Mo Ling looked down at the top of his black hair, put his hand on his shoulder, and tried to push him away. He suddenly tightened his arms, his voice was hoarse, like two rough stones rubbing out.

"Let me hold you."

In his hoarse voice, with a touch of confusion and pain, he was strong, cold and overbearing. Maureen had never seen him so sad and painful. Her fingers on his shoulder were frozen.

"It's all my fault..."

His voice was hoarse and low, like a sigh, too low to be heard. With infinite pain, like a lonely soul who has experienced the sorrow of the world, wandering without a basis.

"If I hadn't suggested going to the bank, there would have been no accident, and my grandfather would not have been injured..."

The desolate sadness makes people feel sad. Mo Ling suddenly feels that her abdomen is warm. Something has soaked her clothes and damaged her skin.

He is crying.

The man, who was like a king, cried.

The stagnant heart lake was suddenly thrown with a small stone, rippling in circles. Mo Ling's throat was tight, and something seemed to surge up in her chest, which was stuffy. Her fingers pressed on his shoulder, and her voice said dryly, "it's not your fault, it's just an accident."

He was silent for a long time, and said slowly, "it's not an accident... It's a deliberate murder."

The brake failure of the car and the head-on collision of the truck are not accidents, but people want to kill them.

Mo Ling frowned, murder, who wants to murder him and Mr. Pan? She suddenly flashed a bright light in the brain, the finger suddenly grasps Mu Chen cold's shoulder, low voice way, "is pan Jinru?"

"I guess so."

Voice just fell, the door of the operating room suddenly opened, Mu Chen Han suddenly stood up, almost hit Mo Ling's nose, she subconsciously back two steps, and so on, Mu Chen Han has quickly run to the door of the operating room.

"Doctor, how's my grandfather?"

The doctor shook his head regretfully. "Sorry, we've tried our best."

Behind him, the nurse pushed Mr. Pan out. He was covered with a white cloth sheet. After five or six hours of rescue, the old man still didn't survive and died on the operating table.

"No, you must have made a mistake! My grandfather will be fine. I order you to rescue him again! " Mu Chen Han suddenly grasped the doctor's skirt, and his tall body released a fierce momentum. His eyes were fierce and his expression was extremely fierce.

The doctor seized his hand and struggled painfully. "Mr. mu, please calm down. We have really tried our best!"

"Continue to rescue, I order you to continue to rescue!"

Mu Chen Han's powerful arms almost crush the doctor's shoulder bone, and his crazy and evil eyes sweep all the people present. Their bloodthirsty eyes make them shiver.

"Mr. mu, let go quickly..." the doctor's face has turned white. This man is too strong to break free.

"Mu Chen Han, don't do that. Calm down!"

Mo Ling rushes forward, grabs Mu Chen Han's arm and tries to pull him away, but her strength is not enough to compete with him. Instead, she is almost thrown away by him. She looks at the doctors and nurses nearby and yells, "come and help

Those stunned doctors and nurses this just reaction come over, hurried forward to help Mu Chen cold drag open, that poor attending doctor, cough for a long time to recover. It's terrible. He almost strangled him!

After being pulled apart, Mu Chen Han's strength seems to be pulled away from his body in an instant. He holds the wall to support his body and lowers his head. His thin black hair covers his eyebrows and eyes and maintains this posture rigidly.

Until the doctors had dispersed, the harsh sound of the operating car sounded again in the empty corridor. He slowly looked up and watched the medical staff push the remains of Mr. Pan away. His face was pale, and his face made Mo Ling's heart tremble.

"Mu Chen is cold..." Mo Ling comes forward and holds his arm. His lost look makes her feel a little uncomfortable. The words of comfort are stuck in her throat and can't be said.

"I'm fine, I'm ok..." Mu Chen Han coughed, swallowed the fishy sweetness of his throat, tightly clenched his fist, stood rigidly in the same place, looking at the direction of the disappearance of the operating car, and his empty eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, which could no longer make waves.

The afterglow of the setting sun splashed down and spread a layer of gold on the cold floor. Someone came running with his back to the setting sun. The heavy footsteps echoed in the corridor. Mu Chenhan almost thought that it was Mr. Pan who came back. He subconsciously raised his head, and a loud slap had been thrown on his face.

"Mu Chenhan, you killed my grandfather! You killed him

Pan Yanzhe, the young master of the pan family, originally went to other places early in the morning to talk about business. After hearing about the old man's car accident, he rushed back all the way, but he still didn't have time to see him for the last time. He was so sad that he vented all his anger on mu Chenhan. His angry fists waved to Mu Chenhan's head.

Mu Chenhan didn't evade or fight back. He stood still and let him vent. Soon his face was painted. Mo Ling couldn't see it any more. He grabbed pan Yanzhe's hand. "Mr. Pan, calm down. The car accident was an accident and had nothing to do with mu Chenhan!"

"Why is it none of his business?" Pan Yanzhe glared angrily at Mo Ling, "before mu Chenhan appeared, my grandfather had been well. If he hadn't taken my grandfather out today, my grandfather wouldn't have had a car accident!"

Pan Yanzhe on the way back to Yingcheng, has called to ask the housekeeper, know is mu Chen cold with the old man to go out, two people on the way back encountered a car accident.

"My grandfather lived in seclusion. He hasn't been out for a long time. If it wasn't for mu Chenhan who took him out today, how could he..." pan Yanzhe growled angrily, raised his fist and waved to Mu Chenhan again. "It's all your fault, you villain. You killed my grandfather!"

He was so strong that Maureen couldn't hold him. His face turned white. He blurted out, "pan Yanzhe, calm down. Someone else killed your grandfather!"

Pan Yanzhe, like a robot that has been pressed a switch, suddenly stops his action and turns his head to look at her stiffly. His eyes are sinister and startled. "What do you say?"

The words have been said, and there is no turning back. Maureen gritted his teeth and said quickly, "I say, your grandfather was actually murdered. Someone deliberately made the accident. Even if you beat him up, it's useless. The real murderer is still at large!"

Pan Yanzhe's forehead was blue, and he said angrily, "well, who killed my grandfather?"

Mo Ling looked around and said, "this is not a place to talk. Calm down first. Let's find a place to talk slowly."

Pan Yanzhe's eyes, red with anger and pain, stared at her tightly for a long time. He suddenly drew back his fist, pointed to her nose and gritted his teeth. "OK, I believe you once. If you dare to lie to me, I'll even beat you! Don't think I dare not hit a woman! "

Mo Ling didn't think so. He took a look at Mu Chen Han, who was just like a walking corpse. He sighed in his heart and said, "go and see Mr. Pan first."

The kind-hearted old man who had a laugh and talk dinner last night suddenly died today. Mo Ling was not happy at all, and he hated the fake pan Jinru more and more!