Madame General, Don’t Aggravate Me!

“Not impossible.” Mo Ziqian was cautious, but his attitude was very determined.

“Mo Yu, you immediately go to check the whereabouts of the aunt who sells plum cake, and arrest her for questioning.” Mo Zichen immediately ordered.

Mo Yu led his life away.

Looking at Mo Yuchen’s back, Mo Zichen suddenly had a scene in his mind. Before in Meizilin, there was indeed a killer, who wanted to kill Su Biluo, fortunately he appeared.

Thought that the act of robbers and robbers happened occasionally, but now I think, is it not that the perpetrators can’t do anything, and that they have two ways to do it?

Mo Zichen couldn’t calm down at this moment.

I blame myself for being too careless.

For the first time, I strongly realized that the strong woman around me also needed his own protection. Even though she can be very popular in the business world, she is particularly vulnerable in front of Chiguo’s murder.

Her side was already in crisis, but she was negligent.

“Why did that sister-in-law hurt her sister-in-law?” Mo Ziling frowned at Liu Mei, and also looked confused. “Although her sister-in-law’s style is resolute, she has always been easy-going and exquisite. I have done business. How can I offend someone and kill her? “

“Who is this person? I’ll know when I catch the aunt.” Murdid said.

“Ho,” Wei Liaozi sneered. “It’s hard to say, if it’s a murder, who will let the murderer be at ease after the accident, waiting for you to catch it? If you can catch it, it turns out that it’s not necessarily the aunt. harmed.”

When Wei Liaozi finished the poking, he would say goodbye: “However, this has nothing to do with me. Someone Wei will leave now, and my wife is waiting.”

“Master is slow …”

Mo Zichen hadn’t finished talking about the four characters yet. Wei Liaozi’s figure had floated into the yard, lighter, and flew around, disappearing without a trace.

Mo Zichen pursed his thin lips and looked cold, not forced.

Wei Liaozi was willing to take this trip. He was already very face-saving and unexpected. How could he force him to stay longer?

Sure enough, it was said by Wei Liaozi.

The next day Mo Yu returned to her and the aunt found it.

The auntie called “Axing sister-in-law” and indeed made plum cakes for a living for generations. Only from the day Su Biluo fell ill, she also evaporated, and her family did not know whereabouts.

It seems that there is really a ghost in this matter.

Mo Zichen looked dignified. Someone repeatedly killed Su Biluo twice, who would it be?

Perhaps only after Su Biluo woke up and asked who had her grievances, did she know.

Since then, Mo Zichen has sent Mo Yu to Su Biluo as a bodyguard, following him step by step, and is responsible for protecting her safety. He often brings Mo Yu in and out.

On the morning of the third day, Mo Zichen still held the medicine bowl in one hand and “feeded” Su Biluo according to the old way.

He had just left his lips, facing the clear black-and-white eyes that were wide open, with a bit of doubt in his sharp eyes.

Mo Zichen “Gedden” in his heart, the forehead is covered with ink lines, Bingshan face can not help but reveal a little embarrassment.

Suddenly he stood upright and threw the medicine bowl heavily into the painting. He sweared in his mouth: “It’s so unsatisfactory to feed a medicine, what to eat? Tell that person to get well soon and make money for the general!”

Mo Zichen didn’t look at Su Biluo, but Huo Ran stood up with the abuse, and fled like he was running away.

Only that posture looks bizarre.

Su Biluo slightly hooked his lips and handed him over: “Ying Yue, into the painting, you help me up.”

“Very good, ma’am, you’re finally awake. If you don’t wake up, both of us will suffer.”

Without holding the medicine bowl, Yingyue hurried forward to support Su Biluo, and raised the pillow behind her, so that she could rest comfortably.

“Did I sleep for a long time?” Su Biluo asked confusedly.

Her face was still as pale as snow, but the redness on her face had gradually subsided, and she had restored her beautiful face.

“What’s” sleeping “? It’s” coma “!” As he entered the painting, he continued to feed Su Biluo with medicine.

Su Bilue frowned, bitter haha, such a small bite, was Ling Gui’s crime.

She grabbed the medicine bowl, and grunted her throat. She threw the bowl back into the painting. She said bitterly, “Go and get a candy bar for Mrs. Ben, Nima is suffering!”

After entering the painting, he quickly went to the table and took a piece of hibiscus cake for Su Biluo to eat.

Su Biluo asked dissatisfiedly while eating: “Why? No candy?”

“Sugar … fruit? What’s that?” The face in the painting is confusing. “Ah? By the way, you may be talking about candy. But there are no children in the house, there is no spare. If you want to eat, the slave will wait. Go buy it for you. “

Su Biluo listened, the flash of aura flashed in his mind, and a pair of crystal-clear water eyes moved the glow of excitement.

It seems that I have found a first-line business opportunity again. He changed his body and started quickly.

“Come here, sit,” she greeted the two intimate girls, intending to understand the important things in front of her eyes, “Let’s talk, how long have I been ‘comatose’, what happened? Come, don’t let a small detail fall. “

“Uh huh.” Yingyue and Ruhua obeyed your orders. You gave me a word and reported everything that happened in the past few days.

After Su Biluo finished listening, he habitually summed it up: “So, I am allergic to plum blossoms. Someone took advantage of this and intentionally harmed me. Wei Liaozi saved me. Because Wei Liaozi and the Mo family have grievances, they are my family’s father. I begged him. In order to beg him, I knelt in the rain for a day | night, and injured my knees, so I just walked so strange … “

The more it comes to the later, the more the arc of the corner of the mouth becomes more pronounced, and a strong smile overflows from the eyes of Ling Che, which can’t be concealed.

With a thump, she finally laughed.

“This disease is really good, and the aunt is also good, haha—”

The painting and the moon face looked at each other, did Mrs. Muse have a fever again?

“Come on, bathe and change clothes. I’m going to get active and lie down. This bone will grow moldy.” Su Biluo lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed immediately.

Half an hour later, covered in bath fragrance, it seemed that Su Biluo had resurrected.

She was dressed in a honey-colored Xia Cai thousand-color pear flower delicate yarn skirt, and a white jade bell hairpin was still obliquely inserted on the bun. When she walked on the road, the bell hairpin hit a spring-like broken sound. Lively and light.

A begonia tulle ivory handle rhomboid fan shakes in his hand. Although his face is still pale, his brows and eyes are full of smiles, and the vibrant spring breath seems to be written on her body.

But not, unconsciously, has reached the season of recovery. There is always a blessing in the end, and Su Biluo feels that everything will start to flourish.