Shen Ziqian didn't even answer Mo Yongqiang's phone. She sat at home, very anxious.

"Look at your eyes. You've been sleeping for a year by Mo Bai, but now you're good. Mo's family has fallen down. You've made a high-profile public relationship before. Is that to send yourself to death?" Pan Ru is also anxious, constantly criticizing her daughter.

Mo Yongqiang called just now, but he didn't dare to answer one by one. When he called the house again, the housekeeper could only say that she was not at home.

"Mom, it was you who made me climb up to the Mo family." Shen Ziqian stood up, covered her buttocks with one hand, and resisted discontentedly.

She was injured and something happened to the Mo family! It's obviously not easy.

Mo's family is also a big family in a city. How can they say that they will fall down? There was no news before?

But Mo's business was soon suppressed.

The Shen family and the Mo family decided to get married after the negotiation. Naturally, Shen Zhicai would not refuse. The Mo family's affairs were so popular that they were settled in one morning. Obviously, the backing behind them was very strong. How could he miss this opportunity?

In Moyuan, however, it was quiet.

"Drop." Mo Yanchen received a text message from Mo Wen: "chief, everything goes according to the plan, very smoothly, and soon takes control of Mo's internal affairs."

He just clicks and replies with one word: "well."

Shen Chengjing wakes up and strolls around the ink garden bored. After strolling all the way back and forth, he returns to the hall and sits opposite him with his chin in his hand, looking at him quietly.

"Uncle." She called softly, her clear eyes staring at him.

"Well?" Mo Yanchen moved his notebook away and focused on her.

"Did you join the underworld?" Her little hand gently touched her cheek, a very puzzled look.

Last night, I saw him throw people downstairs and make people die. He could sit here safely! It is too God, her heart is right, but bullying her head, she will never be soft.

If it wasn't for Mo Yanchen, those people would have killed her. Comparatively speaking, she didn't sympathize with him too much.

"No

She moved her body for a while, sat in a comfortable position, and continued to interrogate: "didn't the police look for you today? And your friends. How are they now? "

"Good." He resolutely put an end to her idea.

Shen Chengjing approached him again and looked at him with her pillow in her arms. The man was so beautiful that every time she looked at him, she felt drooling all over the place.

"Uncle, you are a good man." She worships her heart and looks at her wound again. It's only one day that the swelling actually subsides. Two days later, I believe there's no scar left.

He is not only a good man, but also his friend.

"Oh, why?" Mo Yanchen leaned on the sofa, wondering what the girl was thinking? The mind is too active.

It seems that no one has ever said that he is a good man. He has been out for so many years. Which hand is not stained with blood? Who or what kind of person?

"Because I think it is." She nodded with satisfaction, jumped forward, squatted down in front of him, and put her little hand on his knee: "uncle, do you have a girlfriend?"

Mo Yanchen's beautiful fingers gently touched his chin, and he looked puzzled.

Shen Chengjing closed his eyes: "how can a handsome man like you not have a girlfriend?"

Then she jumped up and put her hand on his shoulder.