Chapter 600: The catastrophe of Mu Xiaoleng (1)

Outside the door, standing Mu Xiaolen's mother, Yan Zhonghui.
Although Yan Zhonghui was still dressed in glamorous clothes at this time, she seemed to lose her usual aura, the aura of beating Fang Qiu to be a strong woman. Apart from the anger towards Mu Xiaoleng, there was also a hint of despair.
A little bit, flashed by.
"Why come here in the middle of the night?" Yan Zhonghui said coldly and severely, and the bodyguard quickly closed the door.
"I……"
"Why don't you answer the phone! It's already afternoon, why don't you answer!" Yan Zhonghui did not wait for her to answer, and took the phone from Xiao Leng's hand and held it up. There were a total of 80 missed calls, 80, one I didn't stop in the morning, and my phone was almost out of power when I called Xiao Leng.
"It's silent..." Mu Xiaolen's voice trembled a little, lowered his head and said softly.
Yan Zhonghui looked around, the ambiguous breath in the air afterwards, the mess around the room, and the blood red on the bed.
"You..." Yan Zhonghui could see it at a glance. The woman was broken, and her whole body began to tremble.
"I'm willing, I'm willing, mother, don't be angry..." Mu Xiaolen hurriedly took a few steps forward and grabbed Yan Zhonghui's hand. Although shy, he didn't regret it: "Brother Gao Leng will marry me. I am so old. Don't be angry."
Snapped!
It was another slap.
Mu Xiaoleng covered her face, tears swirling in her eye sockets. When she looked up, she saw that Yan Zhonghui’s eye sockets were a little red and moist, as if she was about to cry, but in a blink of an eye she disappeared from her fragile appearance, just cold. Coldly looked at Mu Xiaoleng: "Are you willing? You will regret it, you will regret it until you die!"
Although the voice was not loud, it carried the despair of a middle-aged woman.
If a middle-aged woman has despair in her tone, it must not be a trivial matter. If Yan Zhonghui is such a successful female entrepreneur, such a strong female entrepreneur is desperate, it must be a disaster.
"Follow me, right away." Yan Zhonghui took a deep breath. Surprisingly, she didn't get entangled in Mu Xiaolen and Gao Leng's relationship anymore, but looked at the watch on her wrist. With a trembling mouth, he said: "I'm afraid that there is no time. If I leave in the morning, it will be fine. It's all a bit now, there is no time, no time."
"What's wrong?" Mu Xiaolen felt something was wrong. Before she could recover, the bodyguard who reached out almost drove her away quickly, entered the elevator, and got into the car.
As soon as I stepped on the gas pedal, the car drove quickly.
"Breaking... the red light!" Mu Xiaolen couldn't help reminding him, looking at the buildings speeding past the window with a little fear, Yan Zhonghui's drivers were all well-trained old drivers, let alone running a red light, their standard was to let go. The glass of water is in the car, and the water cannot be spilled.
Pay attention to smooth driving and safety first.
For the first time, Mu Xiaolen drove such a fierce car, clutching the seat belt tightly: "Mom, what's the matter?"
"Drive fast, overtake the car ahead, hurry up!" Yan Zhonghui did not answer, but looked at the watch on her wrist again, and her voice became more anxious.
Ding Ding Ding, the call came, Yan Zhonghui said one after another: "Xiao Leng found it, um, she is in the high cold room, and she is coming here soon."
After hanging up the phone, the car returned to quiet again, and the car rushed forward like crazy. Mu Xiaolen asked timidly: "Mom, how do you know that I am here in Gao Leng?"
"I found out that you were not there until I got up in the morning. I thought you were going out to play. I quickly found a lot of people. I didn't expect you to go to Gao Leng's side at your friend's, your rental house in Zhonghai City, and your unit's branch. It took a lot of effort to ask someone to find out where Gao Leng lived. He just exposed the carrion case. Xingsheng didn’t talk about it and asked Li Yifan to know where you live. As a result, the entire floor of the presidential suite was covered by him, Su In the general hotel, she wouldn't let anyone in, and the people below didn't recognize my face like Yan Zhonghui. They had to disturb President Su before they found you." Yan Zhonghui said slowly, her voice full of sadness.
Finally, he sighed deeply and turned his head to look at Mu Xiao Leng: "Xiao Leng, if time is late, it's okay. If time is too late, you will regret it later. Regret today, regret knowing Gao Leng, regret everything."
"What's the matter?" Mu Xiao became anxious, and quickly looked out of the window, only to see that the direction of the car was the airport.
Ding Ding Ding, Yan Zhonghui’s phone rang again, and she quickly picked it up: "Hey, what?!"
All of a sudden, the air in the car solidified, and Yan Zhonghui's trembling voice hit Xiao Leng's heart. Somehow, she got goose bumps and looked at Yan Zhonghui in front of her nervously, and she didn't dare to breathe.
And the old driver who had driven Yan Zhonghui for so many years suddenly slipped.
"Oh..." Yan Zhonghui's hand dropped, and the phone slammed and fell under the car.
"Mom, what's the matter, what's the matter? What happened?" Instinctively, Mu Xiaolen felt something, stood up from the back seat, stretched out his hand and pulled Yan Zhonghui's clothes.
Yan Zhonghui picked up the phone woodenly: "Stop and follow another plan." The voice was unusually calm, but his hands trembled.
The driver sighed deeply: "Yes, Mr. Yan." The voice turned out to be a bit horrible. He was an old driver and he was very trustworthy. It seemed that he knew something. The car quickly stopped to the side of the road, and a car behind it also stopped, and several bodyguards got off.
"Xiao Leng." Yan Zhonghui turned her head and looked at the frightened Mu Xiao Leng, a line of tears suddenly fell from her eyes.
Mu Xiaolen panicked completely.
In her memory, Mu Xiaolen had never seen her mother cry, even on the day her mother and father divorced, she just kept her face cold and did not cry. But at this moment, Yan Zhonghui, a strong woman who has been in the business world for so many years, had tears flowing down like a broken line.
She stretched out her hand and touched Mu Xiao Leng's face: "I will follow Lao Zhao for a while. I have arranged everything. You can do as I arranged. Don't be disobedient." She said, she handed over a bag: "Everything is there. inside."
Although there were tears in his eyes, the voice was as majestic as ever. This is the majesty that strong women often have.
Since childhood, Yan Zhonghui was not the kind of mother who spoiled her children very much. She rarely said warm words to Mu Xiaoling. They were commanding and very strict. But at this time, although it was still imperative, his face didn't have the arrogance of the past.
It is full of sadness and sadness.
"What's the matter?" Mu Xiaolen looked anxious, and her voice trembled.
"It's okay, it's just a little trouble. You have to cooperate. Listen to Old Zhao obediently, obediently." With that, Yan Zhonghui's tone softened for the first time, and she squeezed her face again: "It's really grown up. When you were young, you were so old..." After speaking, she stopped suddenly, seeming to endure the emotion of breaking down, and turned her head to stop looking at Mu Xiao Leng, and decisively pulled the car door and got out of the car. He raised his leg just about to go, but stopped: "Xiao Leng, you should remember to drink some milk when you go to bed, don't have an empty stomach. You always sleep on an empty stomach, which is bad for your health. Remember, eh?"
With the car door closed, Yan Zhonghui ran all the way to the car behind and got on the car without looking back. The vehicle behind quickly turned around and drove back.
"Hey, mom, hey, why isn't it in the same direction." The door clicked and locked, and as soon as Old Zhao stepped on the accelerator, the car drove forward quickly, moving further and further away from Yan Zhonghui's car.
"Miss Mu." Lao Zhao said, "Listen to Mr. Yan's arrangement, for your own good, hey, disaster! disaster!"