What made Xiao Yu call him several times so early...
These are no small things.
In the past, when he was sleeping alone, his phone would be set to vibrate, but Chi Huan would be woken up, and she didn't like it, so he accommodated her habit and set it to silent mode.
Her own, not to mention.
He gently lifted the quilt and got out of bed, casually put on his bathrobe, picked up the study, pushed open the bedroom door and walked out, walked straight to the study, closed the door behind his back and dialed back the phone.
The call was picked up almost instantly.
But after a few seconds of silence, Xiao Yu didn't speak.
Mo Shiqian forcefully opened the curtains of the study room and said in a cold voice, "What happened."
"I didn't handle this well," Xiao Yu's voice was completely devoid of his usual arrogance and carelessness. It was as gloomy and serious as the dark gray sky covered with thick clouds, "Chi An is dead."
… …
Chi Huan was woken up by a man.
Normally, he would go to work right after she woke up. She didn't sleep very deeply, and she didn't even know how he managed to get up without disturbing her at all.
She was sleeping deeply, and was woken up in a daze, still a little angry, "What's wrong..."
She was still a little uncomfortable when she opened her eyes, and her voice was naive and naive. Looking at her, Mo Shiqian experienced for the first time in his life what it meant to be unable to speak.
He almost forced her to stand up, his handsome face showing a gloomy coldness, "Huanhuan, get up, get dressed, wash up, we have to go out."
Chi Huan looked at his face and was startled. When they were alone together, she rarely felt the sharp and gloomy aura from him.
His features were angular and cold, and his mannerisms could hardly be described as gentle, but over time, she could feel what his gentleness felt like. "What happened?"
Mo Shiqian stared at her with his deep, dark eyes, and said in an extremely low voice, "Be obedient and get up."
Her heart sank for no reason.
But she still obeyed his instructions, got dressed and went to the bathroom to wash up.
When she finished washing her face, brushing her teeth, combing her hair in a hurry, and then returned to the bedroom, the man had already taken her clothes from the cloakroom and placed them neatly on the bed.
After she changed her clothes, he took a black scarf and put it around her neck. Without giving her time to arrange it carefully, he took her hand and went out and went downstairs.
Li Ma looked at the two people who came down so early in surprise, "Mr. Mo, Miss Chi... breakfast still needs to wait..."
Before he could say a word, he was interrupted by the man, "No need to prepare, I won't eat today."
Chi Huan was almost pulled by him. The man had long legs and fast steps, and she could hardly keep up with him.
Usually she was lazy and skipped breakfast, so he scolded her...
Maybe it was already the depth of winter, and Chi Huan's hands were extremely cold, so she kept up with him almost mechanically.
When the man opened the passenger door, she looked up at his strong and beautiful jaw, and read out a sentence that had not yet been confirmed or even formed in her mind, "Is... something happened to my dad?"
Mo Shiqian stared deeply at her face for a few seconds, his Adam's apple rolled, and he pushed her into the car without making a sound.
Chi Huan sat in the passenger seat and heard the sound of the door closing.
He returned to the car and started the engine skillfully and quickly.
The speed of the car keeps rising.
She was a little at a loss and unspeakably sluggish. She repeated the same sentence in her mind several times before finally asking, "What's wrong with him?"
"Huanhuan," Mo Shiqian's voice was low, her name spilled from his lips and teeth, his eyes looking ahead were as dark as an abyss, his jaw was tense, and the veins were faintly visible in the hand holding the steering wheel.
Only the voice was so low that it was hoarse, "Your father passed away at two o'clock in the morning last night."
… … …
It's always cold in the morning in winter, it seems even colder than at night.
Chi Huan thought distractedly while waiting for relatives to confirm the body in the hospital morgue.
She was wearing a dark blue coat and a black scarf, with long hair hanging down her waist. Her pretty face was expressionless and indifferent. The tall and straight man standing next to her had a distinguished and gloomy aura.
He kept looking at her face, his eyes were deep and dark, and her jawline was tight.
On the side was someone sent from the prison, rubbing his fists and saying, "We are also very sorry that something like this happened. It's a pity, Miss Chi..."
"Sorry?" Chi Huan turned his head and sneered with a delicate face, "If apologizing is useful, then why do we need the law, what do we need the prison for, and what do we need you prison guards for?"
This paragraph becomes more and more aggressive with each additional sentence.
At the end of the sentence, the prison guard's expression became unbearable.
Her face was cold, her voice was cold, her eyes were cold, and more importantly, she was full of anger and sarcasm.
Even though she was not tall and the boots she wore were not high in heels, she was standing tall standing there.
Behind him was another man who was even more difficult to mess with. The prison guard was angry, but he couldn't say anything and kept his head down.
Fortunately, the hospital staff from the front came over and said, "Ms. Chi, this way."
Chi Huan took a deep breath and walked up.
After walking a few steps, she suddenly stopped, turned to the man who had been silent but never left, opened her mouth, and finally looked away, pursed her lips and said, "I... go alone. Well, this should be the last time I see him."
Mo Shiqian's thin lips immediately formed a straight line, and he stared at her with a deep gaze, as if frozen.
But Chi Huan never looked at him. He turned away and followed the doctor.
He stared at her back and started to follow her with his long legs.
Her arm was grabbed by the person behind her, "Forget it," Feng Xing said calmly, "Following her will only deepen her guilt."
Mo Shiqian looked at the woman's back until she completely disappeared from sight. Her handsome face was cold and gloomy, as if water would drip out and turn into ice slag at any time. "Have you found out?"
"Well, Xiao Yu, as the person in charge, has already found out everything,"
Feng Xing glanced at the prison guard standing aside, "At two o'clock in the morning last night, an old man who lived with Chi An and was imprisoned for stealing took a knife and stabbed Chi An in the heart... That man was the one with the least serious crime. , he can probably go out after squatting for a few months, and he usually looks honest and weak. Xiao Yu's men originally heard the noise, but he said he got up to go to the toilet... They didn't think much about it, but he returned* When he was sleeping, he suddenly pounced on Chi An and stabbed Chi An several times... He couldn't survive on the way to the hospital.