"No, I don't want my mother to know that I'm hurt."
"Then let me ask the bodyguard to stay and protect you?"
"I'll call Donnie." Jiao Yang adjusted his breathing, raised his face, and looked at her with a smile, "Don't worry about me."
"Then I'll leave first. If you need anything in the future, call me anytime." Mo Bei picked up his computer bag, turned around and walked out the door.
Watching her walk out the door, listening to her going downstairs... until he heard the sound of a car's engine downstairs, and then the car receding away, he remained where he was.
Jiao Yang's hands were always on the wheel of the wheelchair, and both hands were tightly closed, which betrayed how much reluctance he felt at this time.
In the car, Mo Bei's palms holding the steering wheel were also tightened. Due to excessive exertion, his knuckles looked extremely pale. Looking sideways, he looked at his villa in the rearview mirror getting farther and farther away, so far away that he couldn't see it.
At that time, she just bit her lips and stepped on the accelerator.
The car accelerated suddenly and sped away.
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When Mo Wen drove the car near Du Wei's house, a black car happened to drive out of Du Wei's gate. He recognized it as Du Wei's car, and Mo Wen immediately followed it.
The car stopped outside a club. Du Wei got out of the car and walked into the club. Mo Wen followed closely and stopped at the door and walked into the club.
Du Wei came to the VIP room on the second floor. A butler in a black suit saw him and immediately opened the door.
Watching Du Wei walk into the VIP room, Mo Wen looked at the butler. It was inconvenient to get closer, so he had to walk into another room not far away and touch the balcony.
There was only one wall between this room and the VIP room that Du Wei entered. The balconies of the two rooms were close to each other. Mo Wen looked around and saw that no one was paying attention. He immediately climbed over the railing carefully and gently turned to the opposite room.
On the balcony, listen carefully.
"Sir, you are looking for me!" Du Wei glanced at the Duke of Kent sitting behind the table and walked over with a smile.
The Duke of Kent raised his face and glanced at him, then dropped a pile of things on the table with a sullen face, "What's going on with these?"
Du Wei glanced at the photo on the table and said, "I don't quite understand what you mean. What is this?"
"Don't quite understand?" Duke of Kent walked out from behind the table and looked at him deeply, "Do you dare to say that Jiao Yang's matter has nothing to do with you?"
"Jiao Yang?" Du Wei said with a smile, "You mean your son?"
Snapped!
The Duke of Kent raised his hand and slapped her hard. Du Wei was completely unprepared and was immediately beaten back.
"From now on, stay away from him." The Duke of Kent looked at him angrily, "I will not allow anyone to hurt him!"
Du Wei raised his hand and caressed the stinging face he had beaten. His teeth were itching with hatred, but he still kept a smile on his face, "Sir, you misunderstood. These are really none of my business. This is all
Joey, he...he wanted to take down the Mo family, that's why Jiao Yang took action. It's really none of my business, you must believe me..."
"That's enough!" the Duke of Kent interrupted him coldly, "leave London immediately."
"What?" Du Wei raised his face.
The Duke of Kent threw a check in his face, "This is the last time. Now, take this money and leave London immediately. Never appear in front of me again."
"But……"
"I'll give you a week to get rid of your house and all your things." The Duke of Kent said coldly and slammed the door and left.
