Mo Jiu directly grabbed the man's shirt and wiped his tears and snot on it.
Long Qingtian's face froze, and his body became extremely stiff.
Thinking that this man had always had a mysophobia, Mo Jiu's heart suddenly felt a little happier.
The thick smell of blood diluted the girl's fragrance, and Long Qingtian finally realized that the girl's wound had not been treated.
With one big arm, he simply picked up the girl and strode towards the Land Rover.
"No!" Mo Jiu noticed Long Qingtian's movements, tightly grasped his collar, and struggled to get out of the car: "I won't go back, I won't go back!"
Long Qingtian paused slightly.
He could notice that the girl's mood had stabilized just now, but now she was so excited when she mentioned going home, which was enough to see how tortured the girl was by that "home".
Long Qingtian suddenly felt a little annoyed.
He looked down at Mo Jiu, who had tears still hanging on his face, and after a while he made a decision: "Okay, I won't go home."
good?
Mojiu was stunned for a moment. She was held by a man, and her nose was filled with the man's cool breath. This kind of breath always made her calm down inexplicably.
Then, Mo Jiu felt herself being gently placed on the passenger seat by a man. The man bent down and carefully fastened her seat belt.
It wasn't until the Land Rover started and it was confirmed that it was not heading towards the Long family's old house that Mo Jiu finally realized what he was doing.
This man has been taking her back to the Mo family with a tough attitude since he was in the eastern suburbs. But now, is he so easy to talk to?
After confirming that she really wasn't going home, Mo Jiu gradually felt relieved. After crying for an hour, her head became a little heavy, tilted her head, and she fell asleep unconsciously.
Long Qingtian slowed down the car, turned up the air conditioner in the car, and slightly tilted the passenger seat so that the girl could fall asleep more naturally.
In his sleep, Mo Jiu was like a newborn baby, stripped of all pretense and toughness, and so weak that people wanted to hold him close and pity her.
Looking at her delicate face like a porcelain doll, Long Qingtian's heart tightened inexplicably. He loosened his shirt, stopped looking at the girl, and concentrated on driving.
At this time, the mobile phone placed in front of me started to vibrate.
Long Qingtian glanced at it, turned on the Bluetooth headset, and answered the phone.
"Brother Tian!"
Before Long Qingtian could speak, Jiang Yichun's anxious cry came from his earbuds.
Long Qingtian hummed lowly.
"Brother Tian, is Xiaoruo still at Mo's house? When we left, we couldn't find her. We thought she had gone home, but I just got home and realized that she hadn't come back yet!"
"I'm not at Mo's house."
The brief words were mixed with Long Qingtian's impatience.
"Brother Tian, do you think something will happen to Xiaoruo? When Xiaoruo was in the eastern suburbs, he had some quarrels with Miss Mo. Today I asked Xiaoruo to explain to Miss Mo, but then he disappeared. Do you think you can find Miss Mo?
Ask the lady, maybe she knows where Xiaoruo is?"
"I'm not a police officer."
After saying this, Long Qingtian hung up the phone.
He didn't have a good impression of Jiang Yichun, but he didn't have any bad feelings either. But ever since he knew that Jiang Yichun introduced Jiang Zhao to Mo Jiu, Long Qingtian felt disgusted.
At this time, the phone rang again, and Long Qingtian was about to hang up, but found out that it was the old house.
After contemplating for a moment, he answered the phone.
"Qingtian! Something happened at home!" Mo Jiayi lowered her voice, full of fear, "A guest... was killed in the bathroom at home!"
