MTL - Rebirth In The Novel: Indulging The Female Side Character-Chapter 299

When Ye Jiarou steals the paperwork, the situation is urgent and he has not looked at it.

When she saw the words Lu Zongxi, she immediately brought the paper back.

After returning to the room, Ye Jiarou dared to look carefully.

The door was closed and the curtains were pulled tightly. After Ye Jiarou confirmed that there was no one outside, he took the paper out of the bag.

Although the winter has not arrived, Ye Jiarou feels that he is falling into the hail.

Her hand holding the instrument could not help but tremble.

The writing is very clear.

Lu Zongxi gave a woman a swearing instrument.

And the woman’s name is Mo Zhen.

Mo Zhen, Mr. Mo.

There is a relationship between the two.

People on the beach know that Lu Dujun is very good for his dead wife.

The current swearing paper has subverted Ye Jiarou’s thoughts.

Her first reaction was if Mr. Mo knew what she saw inside.

Then according to Mr. Mo’s temper, she could not live.

However, if she hid the instrument, her end would be even worse.

Ye Jiarou’s thoughts turned thousands of times, and she kept walking in the room, extremely nervous.

After a long time, she made up her mind.

After Ye Jiarou hid the documents in the proper place, he went out.

She decided to call Mr. Mo.

Ye Jiarou avoided the next person in the family and came to the telephone office.

Ye Jiarou took a few deep breaths before dialing the number.

When the phone is connected, Ye Jiarou’s voice is hard to cover the tension.

"Mr. Mo."

Mo Qinghan should have a voice.

Ye Jiarou clenched the microphone and said, "I found the instrument."

Mo Qinghan’s voice gradually sank: “You will hand me the instrument immediately.”

Mo Qinghan said a place.

Ye Jiarou quickly rushed down.

Finally, Mo Qinghan added a sentence: "Remember not to be discovered by anyone."

After the talk, Mo Qinghan hung up the phone.

After Ye Jiarou gave Mo Qinghan a phone call, he immediately returned to Ye Gongguan.

Ye Jiarou was in a panic, not knowing that his every move was under the supervision of others.

After returning to Ye Gongguan, Ye Jiarou took the paperwork and immediately left the door.

At this time, it was near dusk, and the sky was gradually dark.

The wind blew, and it burst into coolness, and the clothes were slightly cold.

After Ye Jiarou went out, he stared at Ye Jiarou’s white gong and called the Governor’s Office.

The voice of Ye Chu came from the other end of the phone.

Bai Yu told Ye Jiarou's move to Ye Chu: "She took the item and went out again."

Ye Chu knows that Ye Jiarou is going to hand over the paper to Mo Qinghan.

She told me: "Let her go, you don't care."

White 瑛 opening: "Okay."

Ye Chu put down the phone and she went to the window.

Now everything is moving in the direction they want.

......

After Ye Jiarou left Ye Gongguan, he did not immediately go to the place designated by Mo Qinghan.

She went to a restaurant first, changed her body clothes, and made a little disguise.

Ye Jiarou does not want to be found by others, but can only be extremely cautious.

When she was ready, she came to a private house.

The last rays of the setting sun have already dissipated, the four heavens are falling, and the night is coming.

The door of the house was not locked and was slightly open.

Ye Jiarou couldn't help but hold his breath and stepped in.

The yard is very deep, and the more you go inside, the more you feel the chill rises.

From late to late autumn, the leaves on the branches almost fell.

The shadows on both sides are like dark dark fog, covering the front road.

Ye Jiarou had to hold her hand tightly, hoping that the sharp touch from the palm of her hand would make her awake.

At the end of the yard, Mo Qing stood there in a cold and indifferent way.

Ye Jiarou only saw the back of Mo Qinghan, and she felt cold and difficult.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Mo Qinghan slowly turned around.

Mo Qinghan’s eyes were cold and icy, falling straight on Ye Jiarou’s body.

Ye Jia was tight and tight, and suddenly felt colder.

Ye Jiarou squinted at the opening: "Mr. Mo."

Her tone is extremely respectful and she dares not to be a bit arrogant.

When she heard Ye Jiarou's words, Mo Qinghan just glanced at her casually.

Mo Qinghan’s voice is cool: “Is the instrument brought?”

In the quiet courtyard, only the wind blew, and the voice of Mo Qinghan suddenly fell.

Ye Jiarou nodded immediately, and she took out the paperwork and took a few steps.

Mo Qinghan reached out and his fingers were long and clean, as if they were not contaminated with a trace of dirt.

And Ye Jiarou was scared to a stagnation.

She remembered that night, Mo Qinghan walked outside the yard.

The land he passed through, the corpse was everywhere, and the blood was full of blood.

And the hands holding the weapon of killing people make people feel cold.

Mo Qinghan saw Ye Jiarou's move and looked up at her.

Ye Jia was very nervous and quickly handed over the paperwork.

Mo Qinghan took it, but did not check it immediately.

He blinked slightly, and the bottom of his eyes flashed through the dull color.

"Do you have the instruments inside?"

Ye Jiarou heard the sound and looked up suddenly.

At this time, Mo Qinghan did not put his eyes on Ye Jiarou's body.

It seems that the party is just asking casually.

Ye Jiarou immediately shook his head and repeatedly denied: "I have never opened it."

"I don't know anything."

Ye Jiarou knows clearly that she must insist on a bite, otherwise Mo Qinghan will not let her go.

Ye Jiarou tried to calm down and wanted Mo Qinghan to feel that he was not making a fake.

Mo Qinghan listened to Ye Jiarou's explanation, and the indifferent look did not change.

His eyes fell on the paperwork, and the things inside were not clearly visible through the bag.

As time went by, the coldness of Mo Qinghan’s eyes was deeper.

He held the instrument in one hand and the gun in the other.

The muzzle instantly reached Ye Jiarou's head.

Mo Qing smiled coldly: "You lied."

Ye Jiarou is difficult to cover up and panic, immediately kneel down.

She tried to explain it many times, but her lips could not help but tremble.

She knew that no matter how she denied it, Mr. Mo would not believe her words.

Ye Jiarou’s teeth trembled up and down: “Mr. Mo, I won’t say it to anyone.”

Mo Qinghan’s nephew was dangerously picked up: “So, have you seen it?”

Ye Jiarou’s tears flowed out in an instant, and the wolf was extremely embarrassed.

She never thought that she was coming out of the cage in Peiping, but she was so dead.

If she really wants to leave her life tonight, she would rather be locked up in Peking’s house for the rest of her life.

Mo Qinghan moved his finger to the trigger, and his fingertips touched and he was about to buckle.

Before coming here, he wanted to end Ye Jiarou's life.

The wind blew over, and the chilling autumn was everywhere.

At this time, Mo Qinghan’s eyes flashed through Ye’s face.

He had already sent the wedding dress before, which made her more vigilant.

Somehow, Mo Qinghan did not want Ye Chu to be angry with what he did.

He suddenly remembered that Jiang Yanniang had just died a while ago.

If he killed Ye Jiarou, Ye Jia will add another funeral in recent days.

Then, he will leave Ye Jiarou for a while.

Ye Jiarou thought that when there was no way to escape, Mo Qinghan suddenly removed the gun.

Ye Jiarou felt that the forehead was banned, and she looked up at Mo Qinghan.

Mo Qinghan looks disgusted: "I will keep your life first."

"If you have a slight change..."

Ye Jiarou quickly nodded: "I will never talk too much."

The night wind is spinning in the yard, and it is full of cold.

In the silence of the monks, Mo Qinghan’s voice fell.

"roll."

Ye Jiarou was afraid that Mo Qinghan would repent, and quickly climbed from the ground and fled the house.

......

Mo Qinghan returned to the room, the night was silent, his back was extremely silent.

Going to the room, Mo Qinghan stepped on the ground, and the footsteps suddenly fell into the darkness, extremely light and extremely slow.

The room was silent and dark, and he reached out and turned on the light.

The soft light poured down and dispelled a bit of darkness.

Mo Qinghan bowed his head and took out the paperwork. The paperwork was placed on the table.

He carefully stroked the paperwork and the action was precious.

His fingertips stopped.

The words on the instrument are Mo Zhen and Lu Zongxi.

The dark word, falling in the eyes of Mo Qinghan, seems to burn his eyes, slightly hurt.

In the eyes of Mo Qinghan, the light was shining, and the complex was quickly extinguished.

After a long period of time, this instrument was finally brought to his hands.

Mo Qinghan looked at it silently, and his eyes were full of emotions.

He still remembers the heavy snow, the snow fluttered, buried the heat between the heavens and the earth, and drowned his last hope.

When the mother died, the snow was particularly embarrassing.

The mother spent all her life waiting and desperate, and the light in her eyes became more and more bleak.

She did not get a name for her death.

It was only then that he knew that he was the son of the governor Lu Zongxi.

The murderous air spread, and the deep autumn night, the coolness came.

Mo Qing smiled coldly.

Oh, how ironic.

When I think of it, the hatred of the bones is overwhelming and covered with his body. He blinks and his eyes are sharp and cold.

The heavy snow engulfed the only warmth of his life, leaving only endless coldness and despair.

From that moment on, he vowed to ask his mother for justice.

At any cost.

On the road to revenge, his heart is becoming more and more indifferent, and the belief in revenge is becoming more and more firm.

Mo Qinghan closed his eyes and he could no longer look back.

For a long while, Mo Qinghan opened his eyes.

He turned his head and looked out the window.

The night was filled with darkness, and the pale moonlight reflected on the ground and became groggy.

The trees are dark and dark, like black shadows.

Mo Qinghan's sputum became more and more heavy.

He and Lu Jia, this account, he must discuss.