Mo Yanchen reached out and covered her with a piece of clothing.
"Brother Ben, back to the mo garden?" Mo Qiu asked.
"Is there any news from Qiming? Mo Yanchen asked.
"Not yet," Mo Qiu said.
Mo Yancheng was silent for a moment. He looked down at Shen chengjing, who was still in a deep sleep, and said in a low voice,""Yes, let's go back first.“
Mo Qiu drove the car back to the mo garden. He did not get out of the car. He sat in the car and knocked his head on the steering wheel. It was quiet for a long time.
"Hey, I'm here. "He received a call.
He drove towards an apartment.
It was late at night. Zhao Meng had just returned from the hospital. The smell of alcohol assailed her nose. She turned on the lights.
Seeing a person lying on the sofa, she walked forward and saw a few bottles of wine on the floor. Mo Qiu was lying on the sofa, obviously asleep.
"Hey, get up." She pushed him.
