When Ye Jiarou stole the documents, the situation was urgent and did not take a closer look.
When she saw the words Lu Zongting, she immediately took the document back.
After returning to the room, Ye Jiarou dared to take a closer look.
The door was closed tightly and the curtains were drawn tightly. After confirming that there was no one outside, Ye Jiarou took the papers out of the bag.
Although winter was not here yet, Ye Jiarou felt that she had fallen into the ice cellar.
Her hands with the paperwork couldn't help but tremble.
The writing on the essay is very clear.
Lu Zongting gave a woman a concubine clerk.
And the woman's name is Mo Ling.
Mo Ling, Mr. Mo.
There must be a relationship between the two.
Everyone in Shanghai knows that Governor Lu is very kind to his dead wife.
The concubine document in front of him subverted Ye Jiarou's thoughts.
Her first reaction was if Mr. Mo knew that she had read the contents.
So according to Mr. Mo's temperament, she will definitely not survive.
However, if she hid this document, her fate would be even worse.
Ye Jiarou's thoughts turned thousands of times, she kept pacing in the room, extremely nervous.
It took a long time before she made up her mind.
After Ye Jiarou hid the documents in a proper place, she went out.
She decided to call Mr. Mo.
Ye Jiarou avoided the servants at home and went to the telephone exchange.
Ye Jiarou took a few deep breaths before dialing the number.
Ye Jiarou's voice couldn't hide his nervousness when the phone was connected.
"Mr. Mo."
Mo Qinghan responded.
Ye Jiarou squeezed the microphone and said, "I found that document."
Mo Qinghan's voice gradually sank: "You immediately hand over the documents to me."
Mo Qinghan said a place.
Ye Jiarou responded quickly.
Finally, Mo Qinghan added: "Remember not to be discovered by anyone."
After speaking, Mo Qinghan hung up.
After Ye Jiarou finished calling Mo Qinghan, she immediately returned to the Ye Mansion.
Ye Jiarou was flustered, not knowing that her every move was under the surveillance of others.
After returning to the Ye Mansion, Ye Jiarou took the documents and went out immediately.
At this time, it was almost dusk, and the sky was gradually darkening.
The wind blew through, creating waves of coolness, and the skirts of the clothes were slightly cold.
After Ye Jiarou went out, Bai Ying, who had been staring at Ye Jiarou, called the Warlord's Mansion.
Ye Chu's voice came over the phone.
Bai Ying told Ye Jiarou's actions to Ye Chu: "She took things and went out again."
Ye Chu knew that Ye Jiarou was definitely going to hand over the documents to Mo Qinghan.
She told Bai Ying: "Let her go, you don't care about it."
Bai Ying said, "Okay."
Ye Chu put down the phone and walked to the window.
Now, everything is moving in the direction they hoped.
…
After Ye Jiarou left the Ye Mansion, she didn't immediately go to the place designated by Mo Qinghan.
She went to the restaurant first, changed her clothes, and disguised herself a little.
Ye Jiarou didn't want to be found out of her behavior, so she could only be extremely cautious.
After everything was ready, she came to a private house.
The last afterglow of the setting sun has dissipated, the sky falls in all directions, and the night falls.
The door of the house was not locked, it was slightly open.
Ye Jiarou couldn't help holding her breath and stepped in.
The yard is very deep, and the more you go in, the more the chill rises.
In late autumn, the leaves on the branches were almost gone.
The shadows of the trees on both sides are fierce, like dark thick fog, covering the road ahead.
Ye Jiarou had to squeeze her hands tightly, hoping that the sharp touch from her palms would make her sober.
When he reached the end of the yard, Mo Qing stood there coldly and indifferently.
Ye Jiarou just saw Mo Qinghan's back, and felt cold.
Hearing the footsteps behind him, Mo Qinghan slowly turned around.
Mo Qinghan's gaze was icy cold and fell straight on Ye Jiarou's body.
Ye Jiarou tightened her mind, and suddenly felt colder.
Ye Jiarou hesitated and said, "Mr. Mo."
Her tone was extremely respectful, she didn't dare to be presumptuous.
Hearing Ye Jiarou's words, Mo Qinghan just glanced at her casually.
Mo Qinghan's voice was cold: "Did you bring the document?"
Only the sound of the wind blew in the quiet courtyard, and Mo Qinghan's voice suddenly fell.
Ye Jiarou nodded immediately, she took out the paperwork and took a few steps forward.
Mo Qinghan stretched out his hand, his fingers were slender and clean, as if they were not stained with a trace of dirt.
But Ye Jiarou was frightened.
She remembered that night, Mo Qinghan came from outside the courtyard.
Where he passed, corpses were all over the field, and blood was permeated.
And those hands holding murderous weapons made people feel chills.
Mo Qinghan saw Ye Jiarou's behavior and raised his eyes to look at her.
Ye Jiarou felt tight and quickly handed over the document.
Mo Qinghan took it, but didn't check it immediately.
He squinted slightly, and a dull color flashed under his eyes.
"Have you read the paperwork inside?"
Ye Jiarou suddenly raised her head when she heard the sound.
At this moment, Mo Qinghan did not put his gaze on Ye Jiarou's body.
It seems that I just asked casually.
Ye Jiarou immediately shook her head, repeatedly denying: "I definitely didn't open it."
"I don't know anything."
Ye Jiarou knew in her heart that she had to insist on one bite, otherwise Mo Qinghan would not let her go.
Ye Jiarou tried to calm down, trying to make Mo Qinghan feel that she hadn't cheated.
After Mo Qinghan listened to Ye Jiarou's explanation, his indifferent expression remained unchanged.
His eyes fell on the paperwork, through the bag, the contents were indistinguishable.
As time passed, the coldness in Mo Qinghan's eyes grew deeper.
He holds a paperwork in one hand and a gun in the other.
The muzzle hit Ye Jiarou's head instantly.
Mo Qing laughed coldly: "You lied."
Ye Jiarou couldn't hide the panic, and immediately knelt down.
She tried to explain many times, but her lips trembled.
She knew that no matter how she denied it, Mr. Mo would never believe her.
Ye Jiarou's teeth trembled up and down: "Mr. Mo, I won't tell anyone."
Mo Qinghan's eyes narrowed dangerously: "So, did you read it?"
Ye Jiarou's tears flowed out instantly and she was extremely embarrassed.
She never thought that she walked out of the cage in Peking, but faced death so quickly.
If she really wants to keep her life tonight, she would rather be locked in a house in Peking for the rest of her life.
Mo Qinghan moved his finger to the trigger and touched it with his fingertip, about to buckle it down.
Before coming here, he wanted to end Ye Jiarou's life.
The bitter wind blew over, and there was a chilling autumn mood everywhere.
At this moment, Ye Chu's face flashed in front of Mo Qinghan's eyes.
He had already given the wedding gift before, which made her more vigilant.
Somehow, Mo Qinghan didn't want Ye Chu to be angry anymore for what he did.
He suddenly remembered that Aunt Jiang had just died some time ago.
If he kills Ye Jiarou, the Ye family will add another funeral in the near future.
Then, he would stay with Ye Jiarou for a while.
When Ye Jiarou thought there was no way to escape, Mo Qinghan suddenly removed the gun.
Ye Jiarou felt that the confinement between her forehead was empty, and she looked up at Mo Qinghan.
Mo Qinghan looked disgusted: "I will save your life first."
"If you change a little..."
Ye Jiarou nodded quickly: "I will never talk too much."
The night breeze whirled in the yard, making cold all over the body.
Mo Qinghan's voice fell in the sullen silence.
"roll."
Fearing that Mo Qinghan would regret it, Ye Jiarou quickly got up from the ground and fled the house.
…
Mo Qinghan returned to the room, the night was silent, his back was extremely silent.
When he reached the room, Mo Qinghan stepped on the ground, the sound of his footsteps suddenly submerged in the darkness, extremely light and slow.
There was silent darkness in the room, and he reached out and turned on the light.
The soft light poured down, dispelling some dark colors.
Mo Qinghan lowered his head, took out the paperwork, and the paperwork was placed on the table.
He caressed the paper carefully, his actions were extremely precious.
His fingertips stopped.
The words of Mo Ling and Lu Zongting were written on the document.
The pitch-black words fell in Mo Qinghan's eyes, as if they were about to burn his eyes, causing slight pain.
Mo Qinghan's eyes lit up, and then quickly went out.
After many years, this document finally got into his hands.
Mo Qinghan watched in silence, with mixed emotions in his eyes.
He still remembered the heavy snowfall and the snow flakes, burying the heat between the heavens and the earth, and drowning his last hope.
When the mother died, the snow was particularly harsh.
Mother has spent her whole life in waiting and despair, and the light in her eyes is getting dimmer.
She didn't get a place till she died.
Only then did he realize that he was actually the son of Warlord Lu Zongting.
The murderous air spread, and the coolness hit in the long autumn night.
Mo Qing laughed coldly.
Oh, what irony.
Thinking of this, a deep hatred fell heavily on his body, his eyes squinted, his eyes full of sharp cold light.
The heavy snow swallowed the only warmth in his life, leaving only endless coldness and despair.
From that moment on, he vowed to seek justice for his mother.
At any cost.
On the road of revenge, his heart became more and more indifferent, and his belief in revenge became more and more firm.
Mo Qinghan closed his eyes, and he couldn't look back anymore.
After a long while, Mo Qinghan opened his eyes.
He turned his head and looked out the window.
The night outside the window was filled, and the pale moonlight reflected on the ground, and it became groggy.
The trees are dark and dark, like hideous shadows.
Mo Qinghan's eyes grew darker.
He must ask for an explanation about the account between him and the Lu family.