The low air pressure in the entire villa was so oppressive that people could not breathe. Mu Chuan walked in with an ugly face. When he looked up, he saw Zhong Kun walking down the stairs. He asked in a low voice, "Is the boss in there?"
Zhong Kun nodded, "I just came back."
"Have you not found the person yet?" After asking, Mu Chuan felt that he was asking too much. If the sister-in-law is found, will it still be icy and trembling at dozens of degrees below zero?
Zhong Kun knew from Mu Chuan's expression that there was no news from him. He sighed and patted his shoulder, "Bless yourself."
He turned around to leave. Seeing the luggage he was carrying, Mu Chuan hurriedly stopped him, "Hey, where are you going?"
"There is a call from Yun Xiao. The cat master is missing. He has sent people out to look for him. Now I have to go back to the research laboratory, pack up all my precious equipment, and fly back to Mexico in the evening to look for him with him.
Oh, by the way, don’t tell the eldest young master about this for the time being, he’s completely focused on Huanhuan right now, so don’t bother him.”
Mu Chuan sighed, "Okay, I understand."
After saying goodbye to Zhong Kun for a while, he walked upstairs to Mo Jia's study, "Boss, I've already checked the e-market..."
Mojia didn't say anything, just opened a pair of red eyes and locked eyes with him coldly. Mu Chuan swallowed, following the boss for so long, although he usually didn't smile, but this time
He was particularly permeable. He licked his dry lips and whispered, "There is no news over there, including the magazine where my sister-in-law works..."
Mo Jia stood up suddenly, startling Mu Chuan, and did not dare to say anything further.
He turned his back and faced the wall, raised his head slightly, and said coldly, "Get out."
As if hearing the king's amnesty order, Muchuan almost thanked his master Long for his kindness and trotted away from the study. As soon as the door was closed, there was the sound of fists hitting the wall, and the "dong-dong" earthquake was heart-rending.
Mu Chuan's steps froze. He wanted to go back in and persuade the boss again. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to go downstairs. He knew that the boss was sad and blamed himself for not finding his sister-in-law. If something happened to his sister-in-law, the boss would definitely kill him.
Kill yourself!
In the study, the wall on that side was already stained with blood.
On Mojia's fist, the knuckles were bloody and bloody. He put his hands on the desk and lowered his head. His long hair hung down on both sides of his face, covering his sad face.
Now, he began to realize that the three days just after his grandfather passed away were painful for him, and it was also painful for her. His deliberate neglect made her heartbroken even more.
When she finally asked him, "Mojia, can we not go back?" he avoided it. He did not give her confidence or hope, but cruelly asked her to give herself time. At that time, she must have been heartbroken.
Heartbroken...
Damn it! Even if he killed grandpa, even if he was in her body, so what? Why couldn't he hold her in his arms and comfort her?!
It was him who pushed her out with his own hands!
It was him who deprived her of her last hope!
With a low roar, he flipped the desk over violently, and all the computers, documents, etc. on the desk fell to the ground.
Hearing the noise here, Sister Zhong came in hurriedly, "Young Master..."
Mojia stood in a room full of messes, and his emaciated figure made people feel distressed. Seeing his injured right hand, Sister Zhong exclaimed, "Young Master, what's wrong with your hand?"
She was about to step forward, but Mojia turned around and strode out of the study, "I want to find her."
Sister Zhong was so anxious that she stopped him, "Master, you haven't closed your eyes for three days, you must take a rest!"
"That woman is so stupid. She will get hurt if she is alone outside!" Mojia broke away from Sister Zhong's hand and was about to go downstairs. Sister Zhong's foot stumbled and she hit the wall directly.
Hearing her cry of pain, Mojia's steps stopped, he clenched his fists, turned back to her, and whispered, "I'm sorry."
Sister Zhong stood up holding on to the wall and looked at him distressedly, "Master, even if you want to find the young lady, you have to ensure your physical strength first. If you are like this, you will fall down first before anyone is found. Listen to the bell
Sister, have a good rest tonight."
Mojia just shook his head. The sadness was almost desperate, "She is avoiding me. I hurt her heart. I have to explain to her. If I don't say it now, she will hide further and further away. I will
She can never be found again..."
"No, the young lady loves you so much, she won't..."
"No, she will." Mojia stood there, all his toughness and madness seemed to be disguised, "She obviously wanted that outcome more than anyone else, but I didn't understand her, and instead, I put my own
The pain was also inflicted on her..."
Such an eldest young master made Sister Zhong's eyes become extremely pitiful. When she first arrived at the Mo family, the eldest young master was only four or five years old. From then on, he became as strong as a little adult, which she had never seen before.
There was a time when he was so desperate and helpless.
Sighing, she said, "Master, go find her."
Looking at Mo Jia's leaving figure, Sister Zhong shook her head.
The young master can untie this knot in his heart, but what about the young lady?
…
A dark figure appeared in the living room, and at the same time, the lights clicked on.
Mo Sheng squinted his eyes and saw Yan Xihua sitting on the sofa. He didn't say anything, but walked straight in, took off his coat, threw it aside, then came to the wine cabinet and gave it to him distractedly.
Pour yourself a glass of wine.
Yan Xihua sneered, "Why, after two days of searching, you still can't find your beloved?"
Mo Sheng turned a deaf ear and poured two more cups in succession until all the spicy liquid was poured down. The burning sensation along the way calmed his cooling heart.
Yan Xihua stood up and came to him, "Where is your Hunshi? You can't find Su Huanhuan either?"
Mo Sheng remained silent, and she smiled seductively, "It should be said that even Hunshi didn't make it, right? Before Mitian, Hunshi could still be called the boss, but when Mitian appeared, it was nothing."
Mo Sheng raised his eyebrows in displeasure and glanced sideways at her, "What do you want to say?"
Yan Xihua poured herself a glass of wine, took a sip, and said unhurriedly, "Mitian is by Su Huanhuan's side."
"how do you know?"
Yan Xihua raised her red lips, and a trace of ruthlessness overflowed, "Because, I can't feel that bitch anymore! Who else but Mitian can have this ability now, and can even erase her breath!"
Mo Sheng looked away, with a look of disappointment on his face. No wonder he had been searching for two whole days but there was no news! However, he didn't find it, and Mo Jia couldn't find it either. Thinking of this, his disappointed mood was somewhat balanced again, and the look on his face
The lines are not as stiff as before.
Yan Xihua was always peeping at him, leaning over and looking at his face in a funny way, "Mo Sheng, maybe you can't even tell yourself, do you hate Mo Jia because you like Su Huanhuan, or do you hate Mo Jia because of your love for Su Huanhuan?"
Only those who hate Mojia will like Su Huanhuan."
Mo Sheng hesitated, turned his head and glanced at her, mockingly saying, "I can't tell, you are actually a philosopher."
Yan Xihua said firmly, "Haha, because you and I are the same people. If you hate me, you will hate me at all costs."
Mo Sheng raised his eyebrows teasingly and lifted her chin, "But this time, you said it wrong."
Yan Xihua raised her eyebrows, "Oh?"
"I really like Su Huanhuan. Even if she is already Mo Jia's woman, even if she gives birth to a child for him, I don't care!" Ignoring Yan Xihua's darkened face, he leaned close to her ear and whispered softly
Said, "I just want to get her."
"You... deserve to die!" Yan Xihua pushed him away quickly, glaring at him angrily, "What's so good about that bitch? Do you like wearing Mojia's broken shoes so much?"
Mo Sheng's eyes darkened, and a dangerous aura emanated from his body, "Say it again!"
Yan Xihua was not afraid of his threat at all. She raised her head and said with a stern voice, "She has been a bitch played to death by Mo Jia a long time ago. Don't forget, it was my first time with you! But you would rather be a bitch...
…”
"Snapped"
Mo Sheng slapped her in the face. Yan Xihua covered her face in disbelief and froze on the spot. Mo Sheng pinched her chin, harshly, but there was always a gentle and noble expression on her face.
Smiling slightly, "Call another bitch and I'll tear your mouth apart!"
He turned around, grabbed his coat and walked out. The door slammed shut.
Yan Xihua turned around slowly, the blackness in her eyes began to spread, she quickly grabbed the wine bottle and threw it against the door, "Hit me? You dare to hit me?!"
She grabbed everything she could throw and threw everything over. Her extremely beautiful face was already distorted.
"You bitches, I've paid so much, why do you treat me like this?!" She roared, cursed, and finally sat down on the ground, burying her cheek in her hands and crying bitterly.
"I hate you...I hate you...Su Huanhuan, I will never let you go in this life!!"
After crying enough, she raised her head, wiped the tears from her face expressionlessly, got up and walked back to the room step by step. She squatted down, took out something wrapped in red cloth from the compartment on the floor, opened it,
It was the strange wooden statue carved from the roots of a thousand-year-old tree.
She then took out wooden nails from her body, cut her wrists, and let the blood drip onto the wooden statue. It made a strange "sizzling" sound and white smoke came out.
A gloomy wind blew up in the room, making people's scalp numb. Yan Xihua raised her head and looked around the dark surroundings, only to hear a cold voice in her ears, "Have you thought about it clearly?"
Yan Xihua gritted her teeth and nodded heavily, "Yeah!"
"Haha," there was a sneer, "that's right. As a dark wizard, you won't live long anyway. You can extend your life this way, so why not?"
Yan Xihua lowered her head and said nothing, but her hands clenched into fists became tighter and tighter.