Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

The mineral water hit like a small waterfall, the water column hit the top of the man's head, the water splashed, and the water drops shone brightly under the flashlight, like the bright stars that were still flashing in the sky at dawn.

In the blink of an eye, the mineral water, which was still full before, was wiped out in a blink of an eye.

The man lowered his head slightly, and waited until all the water was clean before raising his head slowly.

His hair was soaked in water, and then his clothes were splashed. The black clothes soaked in water, and the color became deeper.

"Moer."

He raised his head, and his bright eyes also showed up. Under the dim flashlight light, his eyes were stained with a shallow layer of light, and he could not clearly distinguish between the good and bad emotions.

After so much tossing, he looked somewhat embarrassed. The blood brought by a brick on his forehead and the cold water poured down violently made his face stained with two different colors, but his mood was very stable. , Stable enough to see less than half of the negative emotions.

Mo Shangyun looked at him a few times, then sneered and threw the water bottle aside.

Raising his hand to grab his hair, Mo Shangyun lifted the person directly, looked down at his eyes, and the words suddenly said: "Did Yan Tianxing's car accident cause it?"

Her voice is very cold, without the effort to restrain and erratic when he met him last time, the pair of firm and calm eyes, so that you can believe without hesitation that she will stab you, and not blink at the fatal point Stabbed you in one blow.

"No."

Looking straight at her eyes, the man said word by word.

Mo Shangyun narrowed his eyes and grabbed his hair a bit harder, "But you know?"

"Yes." The man must answer.

"Who did it?"

Mo Shangyun's eyes lingered with intense murderousness, and darkness and danger erupted at the same moment. At the moment, she did not have the righteousness of being a soldier alone, but she was like a bandit leader.

Looking at her, the man twitched his lips and said slowly: "My man."

"Oh shit!"

With a curse, Mo Shangyun loosened his hair.

But, at the next moment, the left hand was lifted, the dagger came out of the sheath, and the cold light was refracted under the weak light. The man's eyes flickered, watching the cold light form a straight line, inserted into his unbiased into his Right hand back.

This knife was too clean and clean, without half hesitation, simply pierced, and pulled out without dragging the mud.

Despite the constant concentration, the face of the man changed, and his brows were wrinkled under the trend of pain.

When I looked up at Mo Shangyun again, there was an inexplicable emotion in my eyes.

"Since it was yours, whether it was at your will or not -" Mo Shangyun said in a slight tone, took out a handkerchief, and slowly wiped the blood on the tip of the knife, her eyes drooping, her word A real meal, "This is what you owe him."

The man's eyes narrowed, his voice mixed with a little anger, "Do you really like him?"

"Ah."

Mo Shangyun smiled coldly and did not answer his question.

She took a step back and then crouched down.

The dagger picked up in the left hand was passed to the right hand, and then he played with it in his hand.

Realizing what she was about to do, the man stared at her closely.

The knife fell with his hand, and the dagger carefully treated by Si Sheng pierced his shoes smoothly, from the upper to the sole, still so simple and powerful.

Then, pull it out.

Blood penetrated his shoes and slowly overflowed.

Mo Shangjun stood up and tilted his head slightly, from the injury on his forehead to the injury on the back of his hand, and finally to the injury on his foot.

His eyes narrowed slowly, and Mo Shangyun was finally satisfied.

Her debt, Yan Tianxing's debt, at the very least, now paid off.

"I will let you go back alive."

Mo Shangjun stooped down to pick up his mobile phone, and then picked up one of his hands, one finger at a time.

"Left hand, thumb."

Just after trying two, the man gritted his teeth and spit out four words.

Mo Shangyun gave him a slanted look, temporarily believed his words, and picked up his left hand, which was not injured.

Trying to ask for a password, it is quite difficult to pry open his mouth at that time, it is better to believe him.

However, the lock on the screen was unlocked, but the phone was clean, and there was nothing in the phone history or address book.

What should be done.

"It's all here, did you report the phone number, or should I go down and say hello to your people?"

With that, Mo Shangyun raised his eyes and glanced at the closed window.

The group of people who came with him were already downstairs. If he hadn't shouted, they might have rushed in.

The man gave her a cold look.

Gain, inch, advance, ruler.

He was given a brick first, and then he stabbed him two more times in a row, and now he still has a face to say this?

But three seconds later, he murmured a face and reported the phone number.

Mo Shangjun stood by the window, dialing according to the number he said.

I saw someone's phone screen flashing below, then immediately took it out, plugged it in, carefully put it in my ear, and asked, "Boss?"

It seems right.

Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows and put down his words coldly, "Come to pick up tomorrow morning, otherwise I will die with your boss."