The girl who wears fast suits her to seduce the world

Chapter 252 The beautiful young lady of the Young Marshal of the Republic of China (2)

As the night went on, the weather became colder and colder, and the bleak north wind blew the trees outside the window.

As soon as Mu Bochen came out of the study, Adjutant Zhang, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, came up to him. He looked around cautiously and whispered in Mu Bochen's ear.

Mu Bochen frowned and said in a solemn tone: "Prepare the car and go to the military headquarters."

military department

There was only a faint yellow light in the dark cell. In one of the cells, a woman with disheveled hair had her limbs tied up, and there were deep red blood stains on her white prison clothes.

Her eyes were full of despair, her pale lips were moving, her trembling voice was sharp, and she kept repeating: "I want to see Mu Bochen!"

"Tap, tap, tap" the dull sound of boots came closer and closer, and soon, the woman's face was covered with a dark shadow.

Mu Bochen stood upright, like a green pine, with a little water droplets on his dark hair on his forehead. The expression on his face was calm and indifferent, and his eyes were cold and looking at the woman in front of him.

The woman looked desperate, her tired eyes were filled with tears, and her voice was trembling: "Mou Mou, is my mother really dead?"

It was clear that He Fushi had agreed with her at that time that as long as she agreed to assassinate Mu Bochen, he would help her cure her mother's illness no matter whether it was successful or not. Since being caught by Mu Bochen, she has endured no matter what punishment she received without revealing anything. Character.

But this morning she was led by Mu Bochen's men to the hospital where her mother was, but she learned from the nurse that her mother had died on the day she went to assassinate Mu Bochen.

Thinking of this, Haitang's face showed endless sorrow. Her mother's death must be related to He Fushi, and her eyes were full of resentment towards He Fushi.

"If you don't believe it, I'll have someone take you to the hospital again." Mu Bochen's tone was indifferent, his eyes were slightly lowered, and he was playing with the pistol in his hand.

Like a very patient hunter, he waited calmly for Haitang to continue speaking, while his eyes as dark as the abyss looked at Haitang casually.

Haitang's eyes were tightly closed in pain, and she said slowly for a long time: "The person who sent me to assassinate you is He Fushi. He promised me that as long as he comes to assassinate you, he will help my mother's treatment no matter whether he succeeds or not."

Mu Bochen listened quietly, sneering and scolding "idiot" in his heart.He Fushi was very talkative and made one or two women fall head over heels for him.

Somehow, Mu Bochen thought of Xia Yu'an's aggrieved face again, with his lips tightly closed, trying to suppress the rising anger.

"Besides, He Fushi's father seems to be very close to people from Country R. When I go to He Mansion, I often see people from Country R looking for him..." Haitang told the truth that he knew. Said out ten times.

Mu Bochen heard a look of solemnity on his face from behind, his eyes were cold, and he felt a chill.He didn't expect that the He family would have such wild ambitions and actually collude with the people of Country R, ​​which confirmed his previous speculation.

The days to come will not be peaceful.

Mu Bochen frowned, with worry on his face. He turned around and wiped away the water drops that had just fallen on his epaulettes with his hands, and took steps to walk outside.

Haitang paused and seemed to remember something. Seeing that Mu Bochen hadn't gone far, he reminded her loudly: "Mu Shuai, be careful with Xia Yu'an, she is not simple."

Mu Bochen's steps stopped, and the expression on his face could not be seen clearly in the dim cell.

"I saw Xia Yu'an's portrait hanging in He Fushi's study a year ago."

During this time, she heard in the cell that the prisoner said that Mu Bochen and Xia Yu'an had a close relationship, and it was not easy for Xia Yu'an to be able to move between the two men with ease.Haitang thought in her heart.

Mu Bochen curled his lips, his face was cold, the veins on his forehead swelled, and he felt low pressure all over his body.Okay, He Fushi was thinking about it secretly a year ago.

He walked out of the cell without saying a word, and Adjutant Zhang followed behind. His scalp was numb despite the low pressure from the officer, so he asked bravely: "Mou Shuai, what should we do with Haitang?"

"Let her go, let her and He Fu Shi fight like dogs." Mu Bochen got into the car, his eyes were slightly sleepy and his tone was calm.

Adjutant Zhang responded and started the car to go back to Mu Mansion.

Second day

Mu Bochen had breakfast at the dining table early in the morning, with an indifferent expression, but his eyes kept looking towards the stairs from time to time, as if waiting for someone.

After a long time, a pink figure came down the stairs.

Xia Ji wore a simple bun, picturesque eyebrows, and an elegant white cheongsam with a light peach blossom pattern on it. The collar and cuffs were embroidered with delicate white edges, and the delicate curves outlined the woman's exquisite figure. The figure highlights the noble and tranquil temperament.

Xia Ji had delicate and elegant makeup on her face, and her beautiful eyes were glowing with water. When she saw Mu Bochen in front of the dining table, she smiled and said hello to Mu Bochen: "Good morning, Mourinho." .”

A touch of softness appeared on Mu Bochen's stern face, and his deep voice was magnetic: "Good morning, Miss Xia."

The servant waiting on the side saw Xia Ji walking to the dining table and quickly pulled out the chair on Mu Bochen's left side and let Xia Ji sit down.

"Is Mourinho waiting for Yu'an?" Usually at this time, Mu Boxen would have gone out early.Xia Ji felt a little surprised and asked aloud.

"Yes." Mu Bochen said seriously, looking at today's morning newspaper with an indifferent expression, and there was no expression in his dark eyes.

Xia Ji picked up the spoon and slowly stirred the bird's nest on the table in front of her. She looked at Mu Bochen from the corner of her eyes, thinking secretly.

After a moment, Mu Bochen put down the newspaper in his hand and glanced at her lightly: "Miss Xia, do you still remember Haitang?"

Xia Ji's eyes tightened and she pretended to be calm, with a trace of doubt on her face: "Begonia? Yu'an has never heard of the name Haitang."

Mu Bochen is testing her again, Xia Ji thought.

Xia Ji's eyes met Mu Bochen's sharp eyes, then she looked away lightly, took a few sips of bird's nest, and then said slowly: "Why does Mourinho ask that?"

Mu Bochen looked straight at her with eyes as deep as inkstones, taking in the expression on her face, and said in a low voice, "Haitang is the person who assassinated me not long ago."

Xia Ji nodded, looking down at the white porcelain bowl, quietly waiting for his next words.

Mu Bochen's eyes were filled with confusion, and his tone was flat: "After these days of torture, she has explained everything clearly."

"What do you want to say, Miss Xia?"

After saying this, Mu Bochen's hand touched the gun at his waist, his eyes sharp.