C9

I don't want to see you again

The torrential downpour slapped the kneeling Chu Moqian mercilessly.

Her face was pale now, her lips quivering, her eyes closed.

Mo Ze sat on the back seat without moving as he watched silently.

His lips had a faint allure, and no one could guess what he was thinking.

Suddenly, his expression relaxed, but in the end, he still couldn't bear to do so.

He opened the door and stepped out.

Mo Ze clenched his teeth and walked over in big steps through the rain. His big, strong hands held onto the woman's waist and held her up. Then he walked towards a car not far away with big steps.

"Drive the car and get to the hospital as fast as you can!"

Mo Ze raised his voice and ordered the moment they got in the car.

The driver didn't dare to delay any longer and galloped towards the nearest hospital.

After the doctor confirmed that there were no major problems, Mo Ze slowly calmed down.

He sat alone on the edge of the bed with no expression on his face.

Chu Moqian lay on the bed. Her face had regained its rosiness, and she seemed to have fallen asleep.

In such a quiet and empty room, the faint sounds of her breathing could be heard clearly.

"Weng weng weng …"

Suddenly, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

Mo Ze's face slightly darkened. He took it out and saw the caller ID. After hesitating for a second, he hung up.

However, the other side clearly refused to give up so easily and continued fighting several times.

Mo Ze immediately turned off his phone, afraid that he would disturb Chu Moqian's rest.

After an unknown period of time, Chu Moqian's eyelids twitched, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Her gaze swept across the snow-white surroundings, then fell on Mo Ze. A trace of pain flashed across her eyes.

"Why are you here?" Gritting her teeth, she sat up and said stubbornly, "I don't want to see you, get out!"

If it wasn't for the Mo family, father definitely wouldn't have died!

The change in Chu Family was definitely related to the Mo family!

Mo Ze's expression was dark. He reached out his hand to help her to lie down, "You're sick. Your body is weak. Rest well."

Chu Moqian waved his hand away and said angrily, "It's none of your business! Just leave! I don't want to see you here!"

Mo Ze froze on the spot and did not move. After a long while, he said lightly, "Since your dad has passed on, you should stop mourning and let the situation go on."

These words were like knives slicing through Chu Moqian's heart.

A moment of sadness? How is this possible?

"Not your dad, of course you can say it that easily!" "Now you are satisfied, now your father is satisfied!"

Mo Ze sat on the bed and hugged the woman tightly. He pursed his lips and didn't say anything.

Chu Moqian's eyes turned red as she struggled. "Let go of me! Go away! Don't touch me!" You go, you go, I don't want to see you again for the rest of my life! Wu wu wu … "Give me …"

Before she could finish, she was stopped.

Chu Moqian's eyes widened as she looked at the man who was just inches away from her. A trace of depravity flashed across her eyes.

But after a moment, she quickly recovered, mustered her strength, and forcefully pushed the man away.

"Whap!" A sound rang out, echoing throughout the room.

The air seemed to have frozen.

Chu Moqian's eyes were bloodshot as she raised her hand, her body trembling slightly.

"Go, go! I don't want to see you ever again, never again! "

After she said that brazen sentence, her tears gushed out again, engulfing her palm-sized face.

Mo Ze saw that she was so agitated and knew that she was not feeling well, so he didn't stay any longer to make her feel bad. He could only turn around and leave.

Chu Moqian silently sobbed as she watched the door of the ward close.

Mo Ze took a glance through the window and instructed the assistant beside him with a heavy expression, "Arrange people to take good care of her."

"Yes sir!" The assistant nodded respectfully and quickly went to do what he was ordered to do.

Mo Ze sighed and left the hospital.

Returning to the Mo family's mansion, Mo Ze just opened the door and heard a loud scream.

"You still know how to go home, do you still know how to have a father like me?"

Mo's Father, who was sitting on the sofa, walked over angrily.

Before Mo Ze could say anything, his face was slapped so hard that he almost lost his balance.

Mo's Father retracted his numb hand and snorted coldly: "You're out of luck now. You aren't even going to answer my phone!"

He had made more than twenty phone calls, but his son had not picked up a single one.