Cheng Lianer said: "Master, I think Miss Mo is pretending to be strong at this time. She must be very sad in her heart. Now she just wants to find a place where no one can cry, so she didn't agree to your invitation."
Yun Hanqin was shocked, "Han Han Er, when did you become so understanding of women's minds?"
Cheng Lian Er glanced at him blankly, "Lian Yi often analyzes idol plots in front of me."
"Oh~"
Yun Hanqin smiled, "That's how it is."
He turned his head and looked at Xunhou, "Master Xun, let the girl find a place to cry, let's not disturb."
Xunhou didn't say a word, looking at the girl's chic and arrogant back.
If I am thinking, I don't know what I am thinking.
After a while, he said, "Let's go."
Mo Luan, who was inexplicably hurt by love, took a suitcase and wandered around, and decided to go to the hotel.
When crossing the road, I heard the rapid sound of an ambulance.
Glancing sideways, the white ambulance galloped past her.
The patient inside should be dead and in critical condition.
Mo Luan retracted his gaze and took a spicy strip across the zebra crossing.
As soon as I walked into the hotel lobby, I heard the words "President Hong Luan was injured in a car accident" on the big screen.
She stopped and looked up at the big screen.
The police cordon has been pulled up at the scene, and the blood on the ground has been marked with mosaics.
But still looking shocking.
Talking was heard beside him.
"I heard that Mo always got hit by a car just to save a little girl who was rushing across the road."
"Oh my God, there are still capitalists in this world who have sacrificed their lives to save others."
"Mr Mo is different. He set up a charity organization and set up an orphanage, which is a model for all entrepreneurs."
"I hope Mr. Mo is okay."
Mo Luan glanced at the two people beside him.
Pull the suitcase to the front desk to check in.
In the hotel room, she took out her mobile phone to call up the surveillance of the accident site.
The video shows that Mo Qianluan and a few people are going to a coffee shop on the side of the road.
I saw a five-year-old girl running across the road across the street.
Mo Qianhong, who was a little away, rushed over, pushed the girl away, and was hit by a car.
Mo Luan paused the screen and zoomed in on the little girl's face.
That's it.
At first glance, this little girl looked very much like Mo Qianluan when she was a child.
No wonder he was so far away, he rushed forward desperately.
He tapped the phone screen lightly with his fingertips.
Mo Luan's gaze fell on the scene of Mo Qianhong falling to the ground, blood spreading from him.
The phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and there was no expression on her beautiful face.
As the sun sets, the corridors of the hospital are quiet.
An Jinze and others looked at Mo Qianhong in the intensive care unit through the glass window.
His face was sad and anxious.
The doctor's phrase "not out of danger of life" remained in the ear for a long time.
Zuo Qingxuan stepped forward to comfort him.
"Don't worry, Mr. Mo's good looks, he will definitely get better."
An Jinze nodded and held her hand.
"I mean, Qianhong will be fine."
Time passed by every minute and every second.
Zhao Fan, Mo Qianhong's assistant, said: "President An, you and your wife will go back first. I will be here tonight."
An Jinze shook his head, "I don't worry."
Zhao Fan said: "The old man is still in hospital, you must take good care of your health."
Zuo Qingxuan said: "Jinze, or let Zhao Fan watch here first, let's go to see Grandpa first, and then change for Zhao Fan tomorrow."
"It can only be this way."
An Jinze gave Zhao Fan a few words and left with Zuo Qingxuan.