Mo Beiyan frowned. Her appearance made people feel uncomfortable when they saw it.

The man's hand inserted into his pocket moved, and he actually had the urge to hug her into his arms. Mo Beiyan pulled a smile on the corner of his lips, really trying to laugh. If he hugged her at this time, would she think he was sick?

Sure will.

She is Xie Yanghua's daughter. It has not been until now that Mo Beiyan gradually digested this fact, ignoring the unrestrained emotions in his heart. With this alone, these are what she deserves, and he should not be soft-hearted.

Yes, he has no reason to be soft-hearted, not at all.

Mo Beiyan firmly determined this idea. He straightened his back and walked downwards against her shoulders.

The man in black walked up with his cell phone, leaned into his ear and whispered a few words.

Mo Beiyan narrowed his eyes and nodded.

The man in black glanced at the place where Mo Huantong was standing, but still sighed lightly.

He turned around and retreated, and Mo Beiyan did not continue to walk. He turned his head and saw that Mo Huantong finally moved, raising his legs and walking towards the tombstone.

Mo Beiyan's eyes turned cold, and he stepped forward a few steps to hold her waist and locked her directly in his arms. "Do you still want to kowtow to them?"

Mo Huantong's eyes turned a few times, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito, "I want to go and see my mother for the last time..."

"No!" Mo Beiyan interrupted her coldly. He didn't want her to get closer to Xie Yanghua, and no one else could do it, not because of anything. He just didn't want to, "Go back with me, someone will clean up here immediately."

Mo Huantong frowned lightly, and her shoulders were struggling. Mo Beiyan didn't want to argue with her, so he bent down and carried her on his shoulders and walked downwards.

Mo Huantong lay on his shoulder, his eyes blurred and looked up at Yunxue next to the tombstone. Her nose was sore, mom, I'm sorry...

She had no strength to cry, and she had no strength to struggle, allowing the man to carry it out of the cemetery.

The man in black handed over the car keys, Mo Beiyan threw her in the back seat, and the man stepped into the driver's seat, patted the car door and started the engine.

Mo Huantong sat in the back seat. She hugged her knees, cried or made a fuss, but just pressed her chin on the back of her hands, looking at a certain place with her eyes intently.

Her silence surprised him.

Mo Beiyan drove the car and looked at the rearview mirror from time to time. At this time, he would rather she argue with him and make trouble with him. She should vent her completely, rather than just saying nothing and looking like she was left to fate.

But in fact, there is no difference. Noisy will only cause trouble. Mo Beiyan didn't know what he was thinking. After killing Xie Yanghua, he didn't feel relieved as he imagined, but he felt so upset.

Why?!

The more the man thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. Mo Beiyan suddenly swung his fist and smashed it hard towards the steering wheel.

Didi--

The harsh sound of horns came into the eardrums, and Mo Huantong was still motionless, as if he could no longer hear anything.

Mo Beiyan's palm was numb, and he stepped on the accelerator hard and accelerated.

***

The car drove all the way into Zhongjing Haoting.

Mo Beiyan stopped in front of the villa, the man in black stepped forward and opened the car door. He bent down and grabbed her arm and pulled her out.

Mo Huantong walked subconsciously, almost half-dragged by the man and walked inside. Mo Beiyan waved his hand and threw her on the sofa.
Chapter completed!