The whole news changed several times, and the current situation of Yang Mulin and Yang Mufan were photographed respectively.
Yang Mulin was so anxious that he couldn't afford a serious illness.
However, Yang Mufan was photographed by reporters hanging drunk on the street...
Seeing this scene, Mu Wanqing couldn't help but feel her chest suffocate. She felt a biting cold air rushing down her spine. She grabbed the suitcase in her hand tightly, and her finger joints turned white.
She stood there watching the news for an unknown amount of time. It wasn't until she heard the prompt to check in on the radio that she came back to her senses.
"Passengers heading to Hancheng with train number mb5698, please note that please check in at gate 17. I wish you a pleasant journey."
Mu Wanqing raised her hands and covered her chest hard, gasping for air, her teeth trembling.
She turned around suddenly, dragged her suitcase and strode quickly towards gate 17.
Keep saying to yourself:
"Mu Wanqing, now that you have decided to leave, don't look back."
"Wang Mu Fan, life or death, has nothing to do with you. He doesn't need you. Even if he is down and out and in embarrassment, he doesn't need you."
mb Downstairs, a super luxurious stretched Lincoln stopped slowly.
The car window rolled down, revealing two handsome and extraordinary faces.
"Boss, I always feel that this matter is not as simple as it seems. There must be something fishy in it!" A-Lin frowned, worried.
I admire Fan, but I fall too fast.
The situation in G City has changed too quickly.
It's so fast that it catches people off guard, it's too fast and weird.
He couldn't believe it: Yang Mufan could be defeated by them so easily.
It was almost vulnerable and failed.
The man looked up at the building that had been blown up in half, and said quietly: "Do you think I will take it lightly?! Haha~, I really want to see what kind of tricks Yang Mufan is playing."
…
It was a dark night with light rain falling from the sky.
In the deep and narrow alley, it is damp and dark, and the dim street lights make the shadows of the electric poles standing on both sides of the road become thin and long.
The trash can on the side was overturned, and the garbage was scattered, emitting a nauseating odor that was stronger than ever.
On the wet ground not far away, a dark figure was lying on the ground, and the wine bottles next to it were scattered everywhere.
Mu Wanqing held an umbrella and stood motionless in the alley, like a puppet without any consciousness or thoughts. She watched the scene in front of her without blinking and felt an inexplicable stab in her chest.
She never imagined that the man who was high-spirited, noble and elegant three days ago would now be like a beggar, sleeping in an alley, helpless.
The thin and dim orange light slanted down from the mid-air, reflecting the hazy halo of the rain, and cast it on Yang Mufan's body, making him feel desolate, desolate, and lonely.
It makes people feel inexplicably distressed when they see it.
Everyone said that they admired Fan for being strong, that he was fierce and cruel, but who could see the fragility hidden beneath his ruthlessness, domineering, and unrestrained nature?! Who could see his wounds, his wounds?
Blood and tears?!
Seeing him curled up like a shrimp, Mu Wanqing suddenly thought of Yang Mufan's adoptive mother. She used branches to draw a picture in the yard. When she first met Yang Mufan, he was dying next to the trash can, hiding something in his arms.
