What does he mean? What does he want from Mo Huan?
What do you mean... what you get from her is something, so what you get from Mo Huan... isn't it something? What is that? Are you trying to attract Mo Ji, or Uncle Mo? Or...
In the flash of lightning, Bo Jinghan's mind was flooded with a mess of incomprehensible messages.
Bo Jinghan's temples were pounding, and her head was already hurting enough. She felt that her head was on the verge of exploding. If she hadn't relied on willpower to hold on, she might have gone crazy to him.
But at this time, the voice that gave her an even greater headache and made her hateful came again.
That arrogant old laughter makes people's scalp numb.
"Actually, sweethearts, I am not a person who doesn't know how to care about women. As long as you, Cynthia, hand over the jade rose within an hour, grandpa will not touch you. As for Happy, it depends on God's will. If so,
What I want has appeared, and grandpa will make sure you are safe."
As he spoke, the old man suddenly leaned forward.
Suddenly approaching, the distance between the three of them was reduced from the original safe distance to the close range. The golden mask made Bao Jinghan dizzy, and because of the distance, she could even feel that the golden mask was
Full of metallic coldness.
"You won't succeed!"
"No, sweetheart. Being stubborn is not cute! Also, this choice may not be in your hands. Of course, I still have to remind you that if I don't get what I want, then in an hour
, I will help you transform into my most perfect test subjects, haha..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the almost undetectable laughter struck Bo Jinghan's heart like a bolt of lightning.
She couldn't help but shiver again.
It's not that I'm afraid, I'm just disgusted by his perverted thoughts.
At this moment, Mo Huan noticed the seemingly unconscious movements of the old pervert. After he finished speaking, he actually raised his head and turned his eyes, glancing at the sky directly in front of them.
Mo Huan couldn't help but raise his head and secretly look above, but didn't notice anything.
It's just a little strange.
But after thinking about it, I felt that I was being too preoccupied, so I withdrew my gaze and looked at the person in front of me attentively, secretly pondering his meaningful words and extensions, and guessing what I wanted from him.
The surveillance in the dark perfectly captured the old man's actions and simultaneously transmitted them to the people far away on the computer.
But for Mr. Bo, who had just taken a breath and saw this scene, it was completely provocative. Mr. Bo was so angry and anxious that he almost picked up the keyboard and smashed the computer.
I almost had another heart attack.
"Old man, don't be so excited. Think about the young lady. She is still waiting for you to find a way to save her! Old man, old man, take a deep breath, take a deep breath..."
Flattening the chair, the old housekeeper massaged Mr. Bo's heart and rang the alarm bell on the corner of the table to call for the family doctor.
Mr. Bo was also stubborn. He didn't care about himself at all. He gritted his teeth and snatched the phone from the old housekeeper's hand. With his trembling fingers, he called his son.
"Junchen...Jinghan..." the voice passed intermittently.
On the other end, Bo Junchen's expression suddenly turned cold and serious after listening to the old man's complete sentence.
——Junchen, Jinghan, bomb...there is news about Jinghan! Check it quickly! Quickly!
