Well, let her handle it by herself.
How can a woman who has a deep night not even have the ability to deal with small things.
Although he didn't want her to work too hard, Han Muzi was very stubborn. On the face of it, if he forced her too hard, it would be counterproductive.
Therefore, if you want to help her share, you can only do it in the dark.
After getting on the car, Han Muzi tied her seat belt and then fell into silence.
Although she had made a lot of excuses for herself when she was in the office, this whole afternoon, her heart was haunted by Meng Xueyou's affair.
No one else is to blame.
If she was not Meng Xueyou, Han Muzi would feel that the girl was very poor. After all, it was not her debt, it was her father's fault.
Even if Meng Xueyou raised each other's appetite, but for her, she seems to have found no better way, can only use that kind of dirty means to sell her body.
At the thought that she might be teased by that group of men, Han Muzi had a picture in her mind, and then her head began to ache uncontrollably.
Her breathing became a little rough.
The car stopped at the side of the road, a hand reached over her forehead and said, "are you ok?"
The hand was wide and warm, and seemed to pull her out of the dark into the light.
Han Muzi suddenly opened his eyes and grasped the hand as if he had grasped the straw.
"Mo Shen!"
She called Ye Moshen's name and looked at him sideways.
The other party's eyes are looking at her with worry. Her dark eyes are full of care and anxiety, and there is no other emotion.
Han Muzi doesn't know what he is thinking at this moment. His mouth doesn't listen to the sound of his brain.
"I want to see Xiao su."
Night Mo deep eyes slightly squint, a moment later, the hand changed a direction, gently stroked her face.
"Good."
He guessed something, but she didn't want to say it, and he didn't want to force it.
Now she opened her mouth to herself, and the night was deep enough to promise her.
The car turned a head, night Mo deep to call Xiao Su, ask where he is.
Xiao Su is dealing with Meng Xueyou's business. Han Muzi tells him not to Tell ye Moshen about this, so he is very cautious. At this moment, yemoshen suddenly calls to ask where he is.
It's not right.
But in the face of the night, Xiao Su didn't dare to lie in a dignified way, so he faltered: "night, night is little I'm dealing with personal matters. "
"Private affairs?" Night Mo deep pick pick pick eyebrow, sneer out voice: "is what private affair, let you so hesitant?"
Xiao Su: "it's Well, I'm afraid the night is short... "
"Report your location immediately."
"Little night." Xiao Su was in a dilemma.
"Xiao Su, when You have something to hide from me
Although ye Moshen's tone sounded light, Xiao Su felt a chill on his back and his hair stood up. What he was afraid of most was that he was calm and not angry and self-confident after he had been following ye Moshen for such a long time.
Some people are angry, they are really angry. But night less belongs to that kind, you see he seems not angry, but it is inexplicably let you fear, feel depressed.
One side of Han Muzi finally couldn't listen to it, but he looked at the night with a deep look, "I told him not to tell you, he promised me first, so I want to be a trustworthy person."
After explaining, Han Muzi raised his voice and said, "Xiao Su, it's me. Where are you now? Send me the location. We're going to get there
"Little granny?" Hearing Han Muzi's voice, Xiao Su felt like a sigh of relief and did not falter. Not only that, but also quickly agreed to send their position.
After hanging up the phone, I feel a little complicated at night.
Xiao su Isn't it his assistant?
Why, he can't do it now?
"You won't have any complaints, will you?" In the night Mo deep thinking, Han Muzi suddenly asked a voice.
The night Mo Shen returns to God, low voice: "no, what dissatisfaction does this have? Xiao Su is my assistant. I should listen to you. "
Han Muzi: "it's just
Is it her delusion? I always feel something is wrong.
But after all, Xiao Su is the assistant of yemoshen, so Han Muzi said for her: "I asked him to keep a good secret for me. Although he is your assistant, he is not the kind of person who doesn't keep his word. So if you want to blame him, blame me."
"What's the mess?" Night Mo deep helplessly glanced at her, "he is not listening to others, listen to you how can I mind?"
Night Mo Shen led people to the destination, but it turned out to be a mental hospital.When Han Muzi saw a few words about the mental hospital, his mood was somewhat complicated. She had been wondering if there was something wrong with Meng Xueyou's spirit. Now it seems that It was as she had guessed.
There's a mental problem, in that case.
"Little night, little grandmother."
Xiao Su met her. In fact, he didn't want to bring people to the mental hospital. After all, he was a madman, and he was still a madman who had hurt his little grandmother before. Xiao Su originally wanted to get her to other places, and then found someone to look at her for a period of time to make sure that she was not pretending to be a fool, and that there was no other change in little milk.
However, the conversation with the young grandmother in the afternoon changed Xiao Su's mind. She was a kind-hearted person. Even if the other party was her enemy, she suffered so much.
Although he did not intend to help each other to do anything, but brought her to the mental hospital, it is almost.
"Xiao Su, how are you?"
"Grandma, there are people in it. Just now, the doctors have no choice but to tranquillize her. Now she is asleep."
Han Muzi gently bit his lower lip, "are you asleep? Can you go in and have a look? "
Hearing this, Xiao Su hesitated for a moment, and then turned back to discuss with the people inside, and then came back and said, "you can have a look, but the little grandmother just stands outside to see it, so as not to suddenly wake up and hurt the little grandmother."
"OK, thank you."
Han Muzi quickly walked in, night Mo deep naturally not at ease let him go alone, then took a step to follow up.
Passing by Xiao Su's side, I praised him by the way.
"Well done."
The voice came from the ear, cool, but as sharp as a blade.
Xiao Su swallowed his saliva subconsciously.
How can you praise him for his good work?
This, how can I hear, doesn't it sound like praising him? Is it a deliberate irony? As a matter of fact, he has already offended the night to death?
Xiao Su's mood was not complicated at all, but she had to follow up.
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