1084: C1084 Silence

C1084 Silence

The people walking down the street aren't as many as they used to be.

Everyone had a nervous expression on their faces.

The black car slowly moved through the traffic.

The driver looked at the man behind him and said worriedly, "Sir, are you alright?"

Bo Qian did not say anything.

The driver thought for a moment and continued, "Brother Cheng is fine. When he escaped, he ran into pursuers. He was slightly injured, but it doesn't matter. Brother Li, his injuries are quite serious, but thanks to you, sir, saving him in time, the driver said. So, there wasn't much of a problem. It was just that he had lost a little too much blood. So, I need to rest for a while longer. "

Bo Qian still didn't have the intention to speak.

The driver also became silent, and he focused on driving.

Bo Qian looked at the scenery outside the window. The wounds on his body were recovering very well and were beginning to heal.

He closed his eyes numbly.

The driver looked at him through the mirror. His voice was a little low. "Sir, where is Miss Mu? Didn't she come too? "

Bo Qian's face finally showed some signs of fluctuation.

However, it only lasted for a moment, and then everything returned to normal.

"She's not coming back."

The driver's expression changed drastically. "Sir?"

"Go back, sir."

Bo Qian ordered in a cold voice.

The driver immediately stopped talking and drove quietly.

The sky soon darkened.

Bo Qian returned to the hotel. Outside the door, there was already a group of people waiting.

Bo Qian sent them away with a few words and returned to his room. He fell on the bed and raised his hand to cover his eyes.

From between his fingers, a pair of ancient faces could be seen.

He could not let go.

In his memories, this was the second time he chased someone away.

Mu Shinian was such a proud person, how could she turn back?

Bo Qian covered his face with force.

But he had no choice.

This was the only thing he could do.

He wanted to pull her out. Those dark, bloody ones, he could do it, but she wouldn't.

For the so-called benevolence and righteousness, even he could give up.

The corner of Bo Qian's mouth moved slightly, like a smile, but also like he was mocking someone.2

What should he do?

He couldn't hold it back.

A line of tears flowed down.

It was calm, outrageous.

The room was pitch black.

He cried so hard that no sound could be heard.

...

In just two days, Mu Shinian had already appeared in the clubhouse twice.

Tang Na specially went to get the cake and milk.

When she opened the door of the room, she saw Mu Shinian sitting cross-legged on the sofa with a game handle in her hand, playing happily.

Seeing her come in, she raised her eyebrows and asked, "Don't you need to play the piano today?"

"Shuang-er and I have changed shifts." Tang Na placed the things on the table and glanced at her from top to bottom. She asked curiously, "What's wrong with you? It seems that something is wrong."

Mu Shinian's sight was not away from the television screen.

"Didn't I always do this?"

That was true.

Tang Na sat beside her and saw her fingers fluently operating. Her eyebrows immediately raised, "Aren't you in trouble? Why? Don't you need to go back and rest?"

"I can't sleep."

After Mu Shinian said that, she added, "Just minor injuries."

"Hey, young man, don't act recklessly just because you are young." Tang Na earnestly said, "Eat these and then go back to rest."

Mu Shinian laughed, "I paid."

"She said as if we dare to take your money." Tang Na laughed and ridiculed, "Alright, if you don't want to stay in your house, then come here."

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