Jiao Yang shook his head, "Do you know who the other party is?"
"I'm afraid I have to ask you, what enemies do you have?" Cheng Xiao asked.
Enemy?!
Jiao Yang thought for a while and couldn't think of any reason why he wanted to kill him. The only reason why the other party was unfavorable to him should be Mo's.
Thinking of this, he suddenly became nervous. The other party suddenly killed him. Who can guarantee that they would not do the same thing to Mo Bei.
"There won't be any problems in the parking lot, right?" Jiao Yang asked with a frown.
"That guy has destroyed all the surveillance cameras to prevent trouble, so I don't have to worry about doing this kind of thing anymore. Don't worry, nothing will happen." Cheng Xiao said with a smile.
"That's good." Jiao Yang breathed a sigh of relief and immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed Mo Bei's number.
Now that something like this happened, he couldn't care less. Now he had to know that she was safe.
On the other end of the phone, Mo Bei was driving a car hurriedly towards the city. In the passenger seat, Mo Wen's face was pale. In the explosion just now, his arm was stabbed by a piece of iron and he was bleeding profusely.
"I'll take you to the hospital first, treat your wounds, and then think of a solution."
"No!" Mo Wen's voice was hoarse, "In that case, I will be exposed."
He is not afraid of anything happening, but at this time, if the whole thing is exposed, it will be a very big blow to the Mo family, and Mo Bei will also be implicated. In that case, the Mo family will really be finished.
"But, you are bleeding!"
"It's a small injury, nothing to worry about." Mo Wen pressed his arm, "Xiao Bei, I'm sorry."
"I know, you are doing it for me and the company." Mo Bei glanced at his blood-soaked suit and frowned more and more.
Morven took off his suit and wrapped his injured arm, "Don't go home, come to my place."
Mo Bei also knew that he couldn't go to the hospital in this situation. She drove the car to one of Mo Wen's villas in the city and parked the car in the garage. She immediately helped him out of the car and quickly found medicines and gauze.
Come over and treat his wounds.
In his pocket, his cell phone suddenly buzzed and vibrated. Mo Bei ignored it, but the caller was extremely persistent and the phone kept vibrating.
"You answer the phone first." Mo Wen raised his hand and pulled out the iron piece in his arm.
Mo Bei hurriedly took the gauze to help him hold the wound, "The wound is too big and needs sutures. Do you have an anesthetic here?"
"Bring a bottle of wine." Mo Wen said.
Mo Bei turned around and ran away, took a bottle of liquor and handed it to him. Mo Wen raised his head and drank half of the bottle. Mo Bei prepared sutures and the like, and put a towel to his mouth.
"No, let's get started." Mo Wen just clenched the bottle in his hand.
Gritting his teeth, Mo Bei pinched his wound and helped him suture it, stitch after stitch. She was not a professional after all, so the stitching was crooked and she wasted a lot of time.
Looking up and looking at the sweat on Mo Wen's forehead, Mo Bei frowned distressedly, "Brother, if it hurts, just scream out."
He raised his lips and smiled palely, "It's okay, Xiaobei, I don't feel any pain."
With one sentence, Mo Bei's tears almost fell.
When she was young, every time she did something wrong, Mo Wen would help her. At that time, he was often beaten by her father because of the wrong things she did.
Every time he said, "It's okay, Xiaobei, I don't feel any pain."
Lowering her face, she gritted her teeth and continued to sew for him.
During this time, neither of the two people spoke.
