The roaring explosion resounded throughout the sky, followed by a shrill roar, and the sky filled with flames enveloped the already empty abandoned factory.
Meng Xinran paused while holding the hammer. She lowered her head and bent her body, like a patient with convulsions all over her body. She felt as if her temple had been pierced by a sharp knife. It hurt, it hurt...
She held her head, tears streaming down her eyes, gathering on her pointed chin, and then falling to the ground. Her pale lips moved twice, and then she realized that no sound could come out.
Mo Mo... Mo Mo, her Mo Mo...
"It's the young master!" The excited voices of everyone came to her ears. She raised her head and opened her misty eyes. Like a faint mountain spring, there was a small black dot in front of her running towards her at an incredible speed.
It's very blurry, but you can vaguely make out a figure.
Until Ling Ye appeared in front of her with Xiao Mo in her arms, she still couldn't believe what she was seeing. She was laughing and crying like crazy.
"Mommy, Mommy, I'm fine!" Xiao Mo smiled weakly, grinning, showing his cute little tiger teeth, his big eyes rolled around, and he looked up at Ling Ye's resolute chin, feeling extremely impressed.
, this uncle is so powerful. His little body shrank and moved a little closer to his chest.
Huh~~ It’s great that Xiao Mo is fine!
Meng Xinran sighed, her face finally calmed down, her eyes fell on Ling Ye's arm, and she was shocked. The bright red blood seeped into his suit, and became a brilliant color, stabbing her.
eyes
"You...you are hurt?"
Even if there were a thousand possibilities, she never thought that he would get hurt because of Xiao Mo
Isn't this man always like an iron wall, invulnerable?
Ling Ye glanced at her lightly, and his eyes returned to their previous indifference. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Miss Meng, do you want compensation?"
It was clearly a question, but when it came out of his mouth, it sounded like an order that could not be refused.
Moreover, she felt that he must not be joking!
…
The rain finally stopped
The scattered raindrops fell on the windowsill, like an old-fashioned hanging clock hanging on the wall at home, walking slowly, round and round
In the presidential suite, Ling Ye reached out and pushed open the window. In an instant, the hot and humid air after the heavy rain rushed in, like a pair of gentle hands, stroking his stern eyebrows. There was a gentle knock on the door, followed by Yun Ming.
walked in
"Young Master!" he called
Outside, Ling Ye is the president of Hao Group. He has to be addressed as "president" or "boss". In private, he always calls him "young master". This has been the case since he was five years old.
"Has everything been settled?" Ling Ye walked to the wine cabinet and opened a bottle of 1983 Lafite. The wine-red liquid slowly flowed along the mouth of the bottle into the transparent wine glass. He shook the glass gently.
, took a sip, and sat on the sofa
His calm tone sounds like a cello with a good tone, his lazy sitting posture is like a resting lion, and his sharp eyes are such a man, even a move of his fingers can cause a huge financial crisis.
He has enough enviable capital, but if the world knows his other identity and the power behind it,