"I'll take you to the hospital first."
Gao Yafei pressed her lips and said, "Owen, don't you be so indifferent to me, I know I was wrong, I shouldn't be talking nonsense."
There is no light in the car, and the light is a bit dim.
The side of the man has sharp edges and corners, very beautiful, but too quiet.
Gao Yafei turned around, her voice softened, "Owen, my wrist hurts, can you please don't be angry with me?"
She deliberately raised her wrist for him to see.
Mo Qianliu glanced, his expression was not clear, and asked, "Why didn't you let the police?"
"I am afraid that I will be retaliated again."
Gao Yafei said in a low voice, looking very aggrieved.
In fact, the reason she didn't want to call the police was because she wanted to solve it in private.
Hiring a few killers is better than them.
Moreover, she really didn't want Owen to know the existence of that woman.
Because of those eyes, it really made her uncomfortable.
She hates all people with long phoenix eyes, and hates her even more.
The hateful woman who killed a thousand swords dare to humiliate her.
Wait, you dare to hang me on the river, and I will throw you into the river.
Mo Qianliu did not continue to speak, and the car drove forward steadily.
The window scene retreated, and the car was quiet.
Gao Yafei squinted at the person beside her.
Usually when they are together, Irving also talks less.
But he would pick her up and replied with a smile.
And now, Gao Yafei kicked her legs uncomfortably.
She really doesn't like this atmosphere.
Can't help but say: "Owen, you just talk."
"I'm driving intently. You close your eyes and rest for a while. When you get to the hospital, I will call you."
This attitude is obviously just not wanting to talk to her.
Gao Yafei turned around angrily, facing outside the car.
the other side.
Mo Luan came to an old foreign house.
The maid in the black and white tutu invited her in.
The fireplace is burning in the room, and the old man with glasses is reading a book with a magnifying glass.
"Sir, Miss Mo is here."
Phyllis quickly put down the book and magnifying glass, and got up to greet him with a smile.
"Miss Mo, please sit down. Would you like coffee or milk?"
"Milk."
Coffee and milk are generally used to entertain guests in Lasla.
In the case of milk, it is not pure milk, but a modified milk drink.
The two sat down on the sofa.
Mo Luan said: "I heard that you used to cooperate with Mr. Deli often?"
Mr. Phyllis said: "It's not often that we have cooperated. I have worked together five or six times. Others are very gentle and regular."
He smiled, lifted his eyes and said, "Such a person is worth making friends with, but it's not suitable for business..."
Thinking of Deli's final ending, he sighed, "I didn't expect that he would pass away in that way. I really didn't expect it."
"Please use."
The servant brought two glasses of milk.
There are two petals floating on it, which is also a characteristic of milk drinks.
Mo Luan said, "So, in your impression, he is a business man who does everything in order?"
Phyllis nodded, "He is very friendly in life. I have been neighbors with him for two years, and the relationship is very good."
"How is his relationship with his family?"
"He has no family, and his relatives don't seem to have much contact with each other."
"Apart from these, does he have any unexpected behavior? For example, doing things that don't match his personality, or meeting some people."
"That's not the case. He is more resident and doesn't go out when he is not at work."
Mo Luan lowered his eyes in thought.