Mysterious president, get away from me!

It belongs to her? Mo Ling suspiciously released the boy's steamed bun face and looked down at the porcelain cup. The more she looked, the more familiar she was. Think about it, where did she see it

Sakura Cup... Sakura... Japan!

Ah, by the way, when they were traveling to Kobe five years ago, mu Chenhan asked her to buy him a gift. She went to several stores and saw many gifts, but his uncle was not satisfied with them. Finally, he chose a pair of Cherry Blossom Japanese porcelain cups.

I can't help thinking of the scene at that time. He took her hand and shuttled through the busy streets, listening to strange language and enjoying strange scenery. At that time, she had just experienced a life and death with him, and her heart was full of strange feelings for him

Deliberately forgotten memories are peeled away and restored to their original appearance. The calm and waveless heart lake ripples again. Mo Ling stares at the cup and says to himself, "this cup, shouldn't he give it to Qi Ruxue?"

"Qi Ruxue, I know her." Xichen's black eyes twinkled with cunning light. He tilted his head and said seriously, "Auntie, don't worry. The second uncle likes you. He doesn't like Qi Ruxue."

Mo Ling couldn't laugh or cry. He rubbed his hair and said, "I don't care. I don't care if he likes other women. What's more, Xichen baby, don't help your second uncle to do this kind of thing in the future. "

Xichen spread out his hands and sighed with maturity, "ah, you adults are so troublesome. The person I like is not willing to say I like it frankly, and the one I like is not willing to accept others' kindness. I feel tired when I look at it.

Maureen was amused by his lovely appearance, and rubbed his hair again, "little smart guy, things between adults are very complicated, you will understand when you grow up. Hurry up, pack up and get Zhuzhu up. "

In the twinkling of an eye, two days later, with Xichen's joining in, there are a lot of laughter in the villa. Moling takes her children to and from school every day, spends her heart on making delicious food for them, and watches them playing in the living room. Her heart is full of happiness. Occasionally, she will think of Mu Chenhan, and I don't know how he handles things in C City.

City C.

Mental hospital.

In such a large white room without a window, a middle-aged man in a white coat pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, glanced at the report sheet that the nurse had just handed him, and said without expression, "inform madam that everything is ready for the operation."

The nurse standing beside him said, "OK, I'll let her know right away."

A few hours later, a humble black car drove into the mental hospital through the back door. A woman in Black got out of the car. She was wearing a hat on her head and sunglasses on the bridge of her nose. The high collar of the windbreaker covered her chin. The whole person was wrapped tightly so that people could not see her appearance.

The nurse who was in charge of the reception quickly came forward, "madam, this way, please."

Without saying a word, the woman in black came to an operating room under the leadership of the nurse.

"Ma'am, please put on your surgical clothes first and come back in ten minutes."

The woman in black nodded and the nurse left.

The operating room was very large, and it was divided into two sides by a white curtain, on which the vague figure was reflected. The woman in black turned her steps and walked towards the curtain.

When the curtain was lifted, there was an operating table in front of her. On the operating table lay a woman whose messy hair covered most of her face. The exposed part was covered with old scars, as if it had been cut out with a knife.

The woman's turbid eyes were staring at the ceiling, her mouth was covered with adhesive tape, her hands and feet were clasped, and she could not move, just like a lamb to be slaughtered.

The woman in black suddenly raised her hand, took off her sunglasses from the bridge of her nose, and then pulled down her collar to reveal her well maintained and beautiful face. It was pan Xiangning who had been pretending to be pan Jinru for many years.

Pan Xiangning raised a cruel radian on his lips, patted the woman's cheek on the operating table with his fingers, and said in a soft voice, "sister, I haven't seen you for so many years, do you miss me?"

The woman bound on the operating table is the real pan Jinru. She can't seem to hear pan Xiangning's voice. She still looks at the ceiling with dementia and doesn't move.

"I'm really sorry to have made you like this."

Pan Xiangning leaned over and pasted it to pan Jinru's ear with a strange smile, "don't worry, I will soon release you, and I won't let you suffer any more. Sister, in return, give me your hands. "

Pan Xiangning's fingers caressed pan Jinru's ugly cheek and slowly fell on her bound right hand. It was a beautiful hand, with no scars, no calluses, and tender skin. It didn't match pan Jinru's face at all.

"For today, I specially let people take good care of your hands. How much effort has it cost..." Pan Xiangning stroked that hand, just like stroking a valuable treasure, with an obsessed and crazy look on his face. "After today, I will never have to be afraid again. From then on, there is no pan Xiangning in the world, only me, pan Jinru! Everything in the Mu family belongs to me and my son! "

The woman on the operating table has no response, still lying quietly, her eyes are not focused, just like a walking corpse.

Seeing her appearance, pan Xiangning raised her eyebrows, straightened up and said, "sister, for our sister's sake, I will let your son go to accompany you earlier, so you won't feel lonely any more."

With these words, instead of looking at Pan Jinru, she turned around and went to the other side of the curtain. She gracefully took off her coat and put on the surgical suit prepared by the nurse.

A few minutes later, the door of the operating room opened, and the surgeon in the operating suit and mask and several nurses came in.

"Ma'am, please lie down on the operating table. The operation will begin immediately."

The nurse prepared the instruments for the operation and then pulled back the curtain.

When the shadowless light is on and the soft light is pouring down, pan Xiangning looks at the operating table next to her. He sees that pan Jinru is unconscious and allows the nurse to inject anesthetic into her. Pan Xiangning hooks her lips, closes her eyes and waits for the operation to begin.

Cold liquid into the body, pan Xiangning's arm soon can't move, stiff on the chest, she felt a little uneasy, opened her eyes, next to the nurse comfort her, "don't be afraid, it will be OK."

It's bound to be OK. The chief surgeon is very experienced. He's an expert hired by Pan Xiangning at a high price. Moreover, the expert said that this kind of operation is only a minor operation, and it won't be dangerous.

Pan Xiangning comforted himself in his heart, but he couldn't help looking at the operating table beside him. The chief surgeon picked up a bright scalpel and rowed towards pan Jinru's wrist!

At this critical moment, the door of the operation was suddenly knocked open, and two men in black suits with double guns burst in!

The nurses screamed in panic. Before they had time to escape, two men in suits pulled the trigger at the same time, and an anesthetic bullet went straight into the medical staff.

The chief surgeon who was going to cut pan Jinru's hand skin was the first one who was shot and fell to the ground with a plop. The scalpel fell to the ground with a bang. Then, the second one, the third one... Finally, all the medical staff were shot and fell to the ground.

From the man in a suit breaking in to the medical staff being shot, the whole process was only one or two seconds. Pan Xiangning was shocked and scared. Before he could escape, the black muzzle had been aimed at her forehead.

"No, don't, don't kill me!"

Pan Xiangning shakes her head in fear. She can't move her hands. She can only move her body rigidly. She thinks how the bodyguard sent by Ouyang Ba to protect her doesn't appear. Is she really going to die here? She is not reconciled!

"Please let me go. I'll give you as much as you want..."

Ghost brake looked at Pan Xiangning lying on the operating table, scared incoherent, tears, want to shoot her head, if it wasn't for her, mu Nianchen won't die in a car accident, if it wasn't for her, er Shao and Xi Chen won't be assassinated and injured many times, if it wasn't for her, Qian Ying, the woman he loved, won't be missing, I don't know life and death!

Ghost brake dark eyes rolling with hatred and anger, he stares at Pan Xiangning, fingers pulled the trigger!

"No, help --"

Before the last word was uttered, pan Xiangning's head deviated and he lost consciousness.

The ghost brake clenched the pistol, and his fierce eyes fell on Pan Xiangning's right shoulder. At the last moment of pulling the trigger, he deviated from the muzzle of the gun. Er Shao said that Pan Xiangning can't be killed now, and she can't die so easily.

"Ghost master, hurry to go, Ouyang BA's people are coming!"

Another man in a black suit rushes into the operating room and helps his partner untie pan Jinru from the operating table.

Three people with pan Jinru, avoid Ouyang BA's hand, in a hurry to escape from the mental hospital.

Pan Jinru was sent to Ningxin sanatorium, Fu Xuan personally did a general examination for her, Mu Chen Han looked at the woman lying on the bed, whose face was very ugly, and said in a deep voice, "Fu Xuan, how's my mother?"

"The situation is very bad. She suffered a heavy blow on the head, damaged nerve cells and led to dementia. According to her current situation, it is difficult to cure it." Fu Xuan's face was dignified. After a pause, he continued, "my aunt still has many soft tissue bruises. I think she was abused in a mental hospital."

Mu Chen cold fingers suddenly clenched, dark eyes set off a towering rage, he looked at the look of dementia mother, word by word way, "in any case, we must try our best to cure her!"

"I will." Fu Xuan patted his shoulder, "you accompany her, I went out first."

The sun shines on the floor through the thin screen curtain. The hair of the woman on the sickbed is dry and messy, just like withered grass. Her face is covered with ugly scars, her bony body, and her gradually degenerated body function. All these show that she has been abused.

Mu Chen Han sits to the bedside, fingers gently touch the hair beside her cheek to the ear, warm voice way, "Mom, do you still remember me? I'm your son. "

Pan Jinru is lying quietly, her muddy and dim eyes are looking at a corner. No one knows what she is looking at.

"Mom, I remember when I was two years old, you used to lull us to sleep every night. The moon is bright, the wind is quiet, and the leaves cover the window lattice.... "

The dark and low voice repressed some strong emotion, and sounded slowly and clearly in the open room. Mu Chen's hard and clear fingers rubbed her bruised cheek gently, and his dark eyes were shining with crystal light.