President Daddy is super strong

In the bedroom.

Mo yanjue's face was very ugly.

He took the ointment from the servant and sent him out.

The old aunt hurriedly hid out, only two of them were left in the bedroom.

Quiet can only hear his own breathing, and lying in bed with a plain white face, quiet can not even hear the breathing sound.

"Muqiqi."

It was the first time that he called her name calmly.

There is no previous fierce, there is no previous gambling.

But with some affection.

It's really painful to see her like this.

In addition to staring at a pair of eyes, the person in bed has no other reaction at all, just as she did not hear what he said.

Deep eyes across a dark light, full of heartache, he sat down, reached out to pat her quilt.

"Don't think about anything. Have a good rest."

After hesitating for a long time, he didn't know what comforting words to say at last.

Just a light said, quietly out of the room.

At the moment when the door of the room was closed, the expression of sadness became cold, and the two eyebrows of swords were wring up fiercely and strode towards the study.

"How is it? Is it clear? "

Call out, he said in a cold voice.

Zhou Hua at the other end of the phone was careful. "According to the leading man, it was a man who paid them."

"Men?" Mo yanjue twisted his eyebrows deeply, sometimes not as he expected.

According to his investigation of the things behind Mr. Mu's paintings, he gradually learned about the woman Su Xiaofeng.

So this accident, he also thought it was su Xiaofeng who was angry but the old house was bathed in seven, so he made this decision.

But now it seems that things are much more complicated.

"What kind of man is it?" Squinting his eyes, he asked, gritting his teeth.

"The police are in the portrait according to the man's description, and it is estimated that there will be an answer soon." Zhou Hua was trembling. He was also gnashing his teeth at the bandits.

"OK, call me anytime you need."

"OK, Mr. mo."

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the phone hangs up, and the tall figure stands in front of the large floor window, silent for a long time.

It wasn't until the soft waxy voice of the little guy came from the next room that he panicked. Did little star come back from school?

Hurriedly push the door to go out, he opened the door of Muqi room.

In the bedroom, the little guy stood by the bed and gently stroked the woman's pale face, "Mommy, what's the matter with you? Are you sick? "

Mo yanjue stood outside the door and saw the scene of heartache. His heart hurt badly.

Only to see the bed has been staring at the silent people, tears on the down.

Seeing women's tears, Mo yanjue's hard heart was more painful.

He gently pushed open the door and walked in. He crouched down and put his son in his arms. In a small voice, he said, "Mommy is ill and needs a rest. Would you and daddy go out first?"

The little guy was scared by the dead look of Muqiqi, and the big tears fell down.

Little hands around his neck, crying and asking: "Daddy, Mommy, what's wrong with her?"

I'm used to Muqiqi's smiling appearance. Suddenly she was so silent and expressionless. The child was so scared that her hands around his neck were shaking.

"Don't be afraid, Mommy is OK, Mommy will be OK, trust Daddy!"

The little guy nodded heavily, but his eyes never left his mother in bed.

"Daddy, can I wipe mommy's tears?"