Mysterious president, get away from me!

"Ah! Someone's jumping off the building

With a scream of panic, pedestrians around immediately gathered to watch, and others called the police, called the ambulance, and made a mess.

Yang Feiyun came out of the building and looked at the crowd. Through the gap, she vaguely saw Qian Yaofei lying in a pool of blood. His handsome young face suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. She smiled and said softly, "don't be afraid, I'll be with you right away."

The neon lights on both sides of the road are flashing, and the traffic on the road is flowing like a shuttle. Yang Feiyun turns to look at the fast-moving traffic, suddenly releases her hand, and her handbag falls to the ground. She rushes to the middle of the road with a smile.

With a loud bang, a fast-moving car hit Yang Feiyun, her body was thrown high and then heavily landed.

Yang Feiyun was lying in a pool of blood. She opened her eyes and looked at the direction of Qian Yaofei's death. Her fingers trembled, and the corners of her lips kept bleeding. Her lips trembled violently, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't say it again.

The driver came out of the car with a pale face and a look of panic. He staggered in front of Yang Feiyun and cried out in panic, "madam, I didn't mean to hit you. You rushed over from the side of the road yourself..."

There are onlookers shouting, "what do you say so much now? Call an ambulance quickly!"

The world in front of her is more and more blurred, and the voice in her ear is noisy and disorderly. Yang Feiyun lies on the ground tired and looks at the place where Qian Yaofei fell. She has only one idea in her heart. If she can, she really hopes that she has never met him. Then, she could no longer hear any sound, and was obliterated by the darkness in front of her eyes.

Yang Feiyun is dead.

When the news came to Mo Ling's ears, she was having dinner. Her fingers with chopsticks tightened, and her face didn't change at all. She looked up at mu Chenhan and said calmly, "how did you die?"

Mu Chenhan picked up a spoon to scoop Soup for her, and calmly replied, "the news says that she broke into the road, was hit by a speeding car, and died on the spot."

"Suicide..." Mo Ling's eyes moved slightly and said, "she is not the kind of person who will commit suicide. Maybe, she is really desperate for the world."

Mu Chenhan put the soup bowl in front of her. "Just two minutes before she committed suicide, a man jumped from the building of Mo's company and died on the spot. That man was Qian Yaofei."

"Is Qian Yaofei dead, too?" Mo Ling was a little surprised. "According to the information you collected, Qian Yaofei is not the kind of person who will commit suicide. He is now in a prosperous career, and he is also in a good position in love. It's a good time to be complacent. How can he commit suicide suddenly?"

She frowned slightly, shook her head and said, "I always think he didn't commit suicide. I think his death may be related to Yang Feiyun. How far is the place where Yang Feiyun crashed from Mo's company? "

Mu Chen Han said with a smile, "you guessed right. Qian Yaofei's death is really related to Yang Feiyun. The place where Yang Feiyun's accident happened is the road outside Mo's company. "

Mo Ling said with concern, "didn't the police find it strange that Qian Yaofei jumped off the building?"

"Found out." Mu Chen Han seemed to think of something. He had a strange smile on his face. Looking at her eyes, he had some inexplicable meaning. He stopped for a moment and said, "Qian Yaofei's body is really not elegant. Not far away from him, he found his suit pants..."

Before he finished, Maureen's face turned red. She could already guess what Qian Yaofei and Yang Feiyun had done before they died

She coughed awkwardly

Mu Chen cold dark heavy Mou son bottom spreads a to put on interest of idea, he a face is decent.

"..." Mo Ling's face turned red, stepped on his feet, bit his teeth, and said in a low voice, "don't think about it!"

Mo Ling's forehead was blue, and he stared at the cheeky man in front of him angrily. He was really cultivated to talk about this shame topic so calmly, seriously and honestly.

She snorted, leaned up to his ear and threatened him in a low voice. "One more word, you'll sleep alone tonight."

"All right." Mu Chen cold shrugged, "I don't say, I still want to hold wife to sleep together tonight."

Mo Ling coughed and said solemnly, "well, we won't talk about this topic. Now that all the troubles are settled, it's time to explore the secret of the treasure. We'll go into the secret room in a moment. What do you think? "

Mu Chen cold nodded, "good."

He would never object to her proposal as long as it did not endanger her safety.

After dinner, they had a rest for a while, and then came to the secret room.

The secret room had already been cleaned by the servant, but after entering, Mo Ling still couldn't help thinking of Mo Yingjie lying in the room with blood stains.

She shook her head, put aside her thoughts, and looked intently at the huge glass on the opposite wall.

"Small mirror, round and round, look at the baby, smile. Close your eyes, have a dream, become the moon and hang up in the sky. " She gently sang the nursery rhyme and murmured, "mirror, mirror, tell me, is there a treasure behind you?"

Mu Chen cold tiny smile, say, "as long as break open this mirror, can know the answer."

Wen Liang came into the secret room with them.

Wen Liang, wearing a protective mask on his head and gloves on his hands, walked to the glass wall with an iron bar.

"Come on, let's step back and let Wen Liang break the glass." Mu Chen cold embraces Mo Ling's shoulder, takes her to retreat to the safe area, then presses her head in front of own chest, flushes the text bright spot to nod, "starts."

Wen Liang also nodded. He held up the iron bar and knocked hard on the corner of the glass wall. This kind of glass is called coated tempered glass. As long as it is broken a little, the whole glass will be broken.

When the iron bar hit the corner of the glass wall, the whole glass broke into particles like ice and washed to the ground.

The world, as if suddenly static.

Mo Ling slowly raised her head from mu Chenhan's arms and looked at the opposite wall. Now, without the glass, she could see the guest room next door, between the secret room and the guest room, empty and nothing.

"How could it be like this... How could there be nothing? Are we wrong?" Mo Ling stood in a daze, looking at the broken glass particles all over the ground.

"We're not wrong." Mu Chen Han clenched her hand, led her to the wall, pointed to the place of inlaid glass, said, "you have a look carefully."

Originally, the wall was hollowed out and coated tempered glass was installed. The glass was embedded in the wall. Now, the glass is broken, and the beautiful frame is exposed where the wall is connected with the glass.

At first glance, I thought that the frame was connected with glass, but after a closer look, Mo Ling found that it was a framed picture frame.

Maureen grabs the frame with both hands, just like pulling a drawer, and gently pulls the frame out of the facade of the wall.

This is a portrait of a person. The background of the painting is antique. It looks like a study. Young Zhao Yanrong is wearing a plain cheongsam embroidered with orchid grass. She is sitting on a high mahogany chair with a baby about one year old in her arms. The baby has pink cheeks and a sweet smile, just like a little angel.

Next to him stands a young man in a Chinese tunic. He is tall and straight with a bright eyebrow. His left hand is naturally around Zhao Yanrong's shoulder. He slightly lowers his head and looks at his wife and daughter with soft eyes. The corners of his lips rise slightly. His smile is full of satisfaction and happiness.

Next to the portrait is the name of Mo Ling's father, Mo Guangyu.