The wedding was over, and the couple was sent back to the Warlord’s Mansion.
The car drove along the road where it first encountered, towards the Overseer's Mansion.
The scenery of early autumn passed by the car window, and the same thing passed by, and their past.
Lu Huai sat next to Ye Chu and squeezed her hand.
The car drove into the Overseer's House.
No one dared to make trouble on the wedding night of the two.
Even Shen Jiu, who was not serious on weekdays, left quietly at this time.
Lu Huai and Ye Chu were busy all day.
It's better now, all around quietly.
Everything calmed down.
The furnishings in the wedding room are the same as those in the previous life.
Maybe it was because the wedding night in the previous life was not complete, and under the same scene, spent a different night again.
It's like making up for the previous regrets.
Ye Chu was wearing a white wedding dress and sitting there.
Lu Huai moved cautiously, her face looming under the hazy veil.
He removed her white veil.
Showing a small face.
He pressed warm lips against her lips.
Moved one hand up, and easily removed Ye Chu's veil, her long hair pierced his fingers.
The other hand went down, wrapped around her slender waist, and pressed her chest softly.
Ye Chu's veil fell to the ground.
Lu Huai's black suit fell on the ground.
He pulled off the side chain of her wedding dress, and the wedding dress slid down.
She unbuttoned his shirt and touched his chest.
The messy clothes were scattered on the ground, and the two turned a blind eye.
They kissed and fumbled for the direction of the bed behind them.
His little lady is very proactive.
It seems to want to control his body tonight.
She sat on his waist and straddled him, making the two fit together.
Ye Chu leaned over and kissed him.
Her long hair hit him, and Lu Huai grabbed her lips in the overwhelming fragrance.
Under the soft and lingering deep kiss, her body gradually became soft.
Her body was slightly slack, and he took the opportunity to buckle her into his arms.
After Ye Chu reacted, Lu Huai quickly turned back and pressed her under him.
She let go, no longer trying to dominate, but let him take the initiative.
He stood up.
The two closely adhered to each other without a gap.
It is the meeting of hardness and softness.
Her groaning and his gasping.
Moved and confused.
They seemed to fall into a beautiful illusion.
Outside the window is a bleak autumn, slightly cold.
Here is the ambiguous spring, extremely warm.
…
Two days before the wedding.
Mo Qinghan asked for leave from the Public Board of Directors.
Although he is an executive committee member, his power has been emptied by others. Regarding the request for leave, some people are laughing at him.
No one knew that Mo Qinghan boarded the train to Peking on the eve of the third wedding.
On the train in Peking.
It was night, and there was a little coolness in the air.
Mo Qinghan sat in the carriage.
Only darkness and silence surrounded him.
Leaving Shanghai, got on the train alone.
He can no longer hear those talking about big marriages, he just feels his ears are pure.
As if feeling a little sleepy, Mo Qinghan closed his eyes.
He thought of the girl again.
Somehow, during the recent period, she often appeared in his mind.
That man will get married soon.
She is very smart, unlike the women he has ever seen.
Ye Chu had concealed it very well before. When he didn't know the relationship between her and Lu Huai, he had thought about letting her become his subordinate if he had the opportunity.
That may be an appreciation.
Later he found out that Ye Chu never believed in himself.
According to Mo Qinghan's temperament, those who had deceived him were killed by him.
Perhaps because of that appreciation, he had the opportunity to kill her, but let her go twice.
The corners of Mo Qinghan's lips were a smile like self-deprecating.
Yes, in this world, no one would have given him trust.
Even the teacher who trained him for many years is the same.
He doesn't know himself, who else is worthy of trust.
When the sky was still unknown, Mo Qinghan opened his eyes.
He turned his head and looked out of the car window, the lonely autumn scene retreating.
Mo Qinghan's eyes were heavy, as if his past life was also receding.
Those memories are constantly far away from him.
He knew in his heart.
Things that have passed are not worth remembering.
The only thing I can hold fast is to hate more and more deeply.
Mo Qinghan got off the train.
The station broadcast was ringing non-stop.
The voices of the surrounding people were finely shattered, and the ears rushed into the ears.
Mo Qinghan was extremely calm, passing through the hustle and bustle.
He walked out of the train station in silence.
Today is the wedding day of Ye Chu and Lu Huai.
But after tonight, the trajectory of fate will be different.
…
Peiping.
In a house.
The twilight gradually sinks, reminding of the approaching night.
The autumn mood is quite heavy, and the yard is full of rustling leaves, drifting with the night wind.
In the room, a man walked to the table and pressed the light switch.
There was a muffled click, and the light shone.
The lampshade blocked part of the light, marking a square in front of the man.
The light fell softly, reflecting the man's face.
It is Mo Qinghan.
Mo Qinghan straightened up and returned to the darkness again.
He stretched out his hand, the pocket watch slipped between his fingers, and the bracelet was hanging on his fingers.
The cover popped open and the stopwatch ticked away.
Perhaps the room was too quiet, and even the subtle sound of the second hand was infinitely amplified.
It is already eight o'clock in the evening, and the wedding in Shanghai has already started.
Somehow, Mo Qinghan was panicked.
The next second, he closed his pocket watch and rested with a ticking sound.
He immediately walked out of the room.
The night was filled, and Mo Qinghan walked into the night.
He was going to give Ye Chu and Lu Huai a wedding gift.
Black cars drove out of the house, one after another, melting into the darkness.
The direction the car was heading was Ye Jiarou's residence in Beiping.
Mo Qinghan had already found out that Ye Jiarou was not in the Ye family's house.
Lu Huai and Ye Chu have already transferred her.
The Shanghai wedding was still going on safely, but the house in Beiping was very cold.
Mo Qinghan's car stopped near the Beiping house.
A group of assassins in black got out of the car and surrounded the house.
All of them were expressionless, with guns in their hands.
Mo Qinghan deliberately chose the date when Lu Huai and Ye Chu got married and came to this house.
At this time, the guards in the house relaxed their vigilance.
The servant who served Ye Jiarou didn't notice the danger.
But Mo Qinghan wanted to kill them all at this time.
The night breeze blew, tight and slow, making people chill for no reason.
The night is flooding like a tide, with a depression that is hard to ignore.
Mo Qinghan and his party approached the house quietly, copying from four breads.
In the silent night, a gunshot suddenly sounded.
The silence of the moment was broken by the sudden falling of gunfire.
And this is just the beginning.
As the gunfire sounded, one after another.
Cries and screams were mixed in the continuous gunfire.
The sound keeps on.
The breath of death instantly permeated, and the blood in the air lingered.
There are far more people on Mo Qinghan's side than the guards in the house.
He just wanted to completely suppress all the people Lu Huai'an inserted in this residence.
Do not leave a living mouth.
While walking into the house, Mo Qinghan shot and killed those who tried to resist.
In the end, all sounds stopped.
As far as I can see, there are fallen corpses.
But Mo Qinghan was fearless and extremely indifferent.
He walked through the corpses everywhere, his eyes gloomy.
In the dark night, the cold wind suddenly started and murmured like a scream.
Mo Qinghan stood in the middle of the yard, and the corpse not far away was stumbling.
The tip of the nose was filled with a strong smell of blood.
Mo Qinghan looked down at Ye Jiarou from above, with a slow expression and narrowed eyes.
It's like killing a god.
Ye Jiarou was covered with her mouth, tied her hands, and dragged out of the room.
Dragging along all the way, the eyes are full of desolation.
Ye Jiarou was shocked, and the whimper in her mouth was cut off at her throat.
Just a few short steps, to her, it seemed like a long life.
In the next second, she was pushed hard and forced to kneel in front of Mo Qinghan.
Ye Jiarou raised her eyes and looked at Mo Qinghan's eyes.
It's like an abyss, and it's daunting.
Ye Jiarou's tears were not dry, and her body trembled uncontrollably.
She had never seen this person before her.
Can't think of the reason why he killed everyone.
Mo Qinghan glanced at the person behind Ye Jiarou, who immediately understood.
He took a step forward and removed what was blocking Ye Jiarou's mouth.
Even so, Ye Jiarou didn't dare to speak casually in the face of this bloody eyes.
At this moment, Ye Jiarou's face was full of tears, and her eyes were full of panic and anxiety.
Very embarrassed.
Mo Qinghan suddenly thought of Ye Chu.
If Ye Chu encountered this situation, would he cry in front of him
Mo Qinghan immediately thought that according to Ye Chu's temperament, she would not let herself fall into such a situation.
Ye Chu will resist desperately.
What's more, he was the one holding Ye Chu, and Ye Chu would only fight to the death.
Even if he just stayed with him for an extra second, Ye Chu would feel unhappy.
Thinking of this, Mo Qinghan laughed instead of anger.
Xu is because Mo Qinghan doesn't laugh often, his smile is stiff and cold.
The darkness came, full of loneliness.
Ye Jiarou smiled when she saw the person in front of her, but she didn't feel warm, but was cold all over her body.
Coldness filled her heart, and she subconsciously avoided Mo Qinghan's eyes.
Mo Qinghan caught a glimpse of Ye Jiarou's movements.
A layer of frost suddenly appeared in his eyes, and the cold seemed to come out of his bones.
Ye Chu and this person were originally connected by blood, but their temperaments were completely different.
In the next second, Mo Qinghan quickly took a step back.
There was obvious disgust on the face.
In the silent night, Mo Qinghan's voice fell.
"Do you know that tonight is your sister and Lu Huai's wedding day?"
Ye Jiarou was startled and looked up.
The corner of the man's lips in front of him evoked a sneer smile, and his expression was indifferent.
In this house, Ye Jiarou's news was blocked.
Although Ye Chu allowed her to come and go freely, there would still be someone behind her watching her.
Her every move is under the eyes of others.
Ye Jiarou clenched her teeth, an expression of resentment appeared in the bottom of her eyes.
However, the prolonged detention has already reduced her temper.
She is no longer as reckless as before, and she will not speak easily.
Ye Jiarou learned to judge the situation and hide her shortcomings.
She will only take action when she is fully prepared.
Mo Qinghan naturally knew Ye Jiarou's situation. His words just meant to provoke her on purpose.
It now appears to be quite effective.
Mo Qinghan said lightly: "I know the reason for your coming to Peking is not simple."
Ye Jiarou dodged her eyes.
Mo Qinghan had investigated Ye Jiarou and naturally understood the mistake she had committed.
"You tried to kidnap Ye Chu to no avail, and then you were driven to Peiping by your family."
Mo Qinghan thought of what she had done, and his eyes grew colder.
Ye Jiarou only felt that the air around her body suddenly became cold, shivering unconsciously.
Mo Qinghan stood indifferently with his hand holding his hand, with sharp eyebrows.
"The Ye family claimed that you came to Peiping for tuition, but in fact you were put into confinement."
Mo Qinghan's slender body stood straight, and the night wind was hunting.
"For so long, you should learn to be smart."
As soon as the voice arrived, Ye Jiarou looked up at Mo Qinghan.
She heard the meaning of Mo Qinghan's words.
That said, she still has a chance to leave Peking.
She guessed that the person in front of him should have an enemy with Ye Chu, so she came to help her.
What Ye Chu will experience has nothing to do with her.
Ye Jiarou suppressed the fear in his heart, and a glimmer of expectation flashed in his eyes.
Ye Jiarou hesitated and said, "Will you take me away?"
Mo Qinghan saw Ye Jiarou's eyes full of hope, but he was disdainful in his heart.
Mo Qinghan did not answer immediately.
In the long silence, Ye Jiarou's hope lit up and then went out again.
Even though the man in front of her had this intention, she shouldn't forget that he was a murderous evil spirit.
Ye Jiarou didn't know if what she had just said angered him.
Mo Qinghan waited until Ye Jiarou fell into despair before speaking quietly.
"I will take you back to Shanghai."
Ye Jiarou was overjoyed in her heart, showing something on her face.
Mo Qinghan said again: "But you have to remember..."
Ye Jiarou condensed and listened immediately.
Mo Qinghan's face was slightly dark: "If it weren't for me, you would be trapped in this prison forever."
At this time, the wind stopped and the sound of falling leaves stopped.
Deathly silence in the yard.
Word by word, fall into my heart.
Ye Jiarou recovered from the ecstasy, with a respectful tone: "I will never forget your life-saving grace."
Ye Jiarou asked carefully: "I don't know how to call you?"
Mo Qinghan's eyes drooped, and all his emotions converged.
"My last name is Mo."
His tone was indifferent and his face expressionless.
Ye Jiarou couldn't conceal his fear and let out a sigh of relief.
She is extremely respectful: "Mr. Mo."
Mo Qinghan glanced at it, and his men immediately took Ye Jiarou away.
He raised his head and looked at the bright moon above his head.
The moonlight was clear and cold, but it seemed more and more lonely.
The silent moonlight fell, and there were icy corpses across the yard.
Through a massacre, his anger also dissipated a bit.
Mo Qinghan looked indifferently, sweeping the blood stains that had already condensed on the ground.
There was no mercy in his eyes.
Mo Qinghan turned and left and walked into the silent night.
This is the wedding night of Lu Huai and Ye Chu.
In Shanghai, it is a romance that spans the ages of two generations.
Peiping was a bloody killing.