1751: C1751 Other Things Freshmen 9

C1751 Other Things Freshmen 9

"What did you say?"

Mo Ye looked shocked, and a heavy haze quickly shrouded his eyes.

"This person is very powerful. According to the current tracking speed, he should be able to track us down soon."

The aide looked anxious.

Even though Jing Ze, who was standing opposite them, didn't hear what they were saying, he could tell from their expressions that something big must have happened.

Big matter?

Could it be Qian Yunfan and Jing Chuan?

Jing Se's heart tightened as she interrupted the two.

"Mo Ye, what did you do to Jing Chuan?"

The aide stopped talking and looked at her blankly.

"You can leave first."

Mo Ye ordered him coldly with a sullen face.

"Yes."

The aide respectfully left.

His brows never relaxed.

"Arthur, I'll send someone to take you back."

Mo Ye did not give her any explanation in the face of Jing Ze's questioning. His face was as dark as ink.

If it was anyone else, he would not have such patience and good temper.

Unfortunately, this woman was the only one he would ever love in his entire life.

From his youth until now, his heart had never changed.

Sometimes, he would ask himself.

There were tens of thousands of girls in the world. With his power and status, he didn't even have any kind of women he wanted. Why couldn't he just leave her like that?

"Mo Ye, if you don't clarify today, I won't go back." Speak, where exactly is Jing Chuan? "

"I don't know."

Mo Ye's suppressed voice contained a trace of anger. The palm slightly contracted, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged out.

When he went to Jinghai Nursing Home last night, all he saw was Qian Yunfan lying on the sickbed. After asking the servants for their whereabouts, the servants shook their heads to indicate that they didn't know.

He sent people to investigate in secret, but they did not find any clues.

"You don't know?"

Jing Se's pupils constricted and a scarlet light shone from her eyes.

"Mo Ye, don't think I don't know. How many methods have you used to achieve this …? "

"No matter what, I will not do anything to my own son!"

Mo Ye's eyes were downcast, his slightly swollen eyelids stretched to their widest extent. Anger was dancing in those cold eyes.

He was truly infuriated.

Jingsi had challenged his patience time and time again, and he could not bear it any longer.

"..."

Jing Ze had never seen him like this before, and his heart immediately cracked.

His current state was truly frightening.

"Arthur, go back. Nothing will happen to Jing Chuan … "

Mo Ye calmed himself down and walked over to the office desk, lowering his voice once again.

"You'd better remember what I said."

Jenser glared at him from a distance, like an angry lioness.

"..."

With an ashen face, Mo Ye waved his hand at her, then retracted his gaze and looked at the computer screen.

"Hmph …"

Jing Se left with a wave of her hand.

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Holy Land Asian Academy of Arts.

Yuwen Qingge rested for three days in a row before she finally calmed down.

Although she told herself over and over again that she had forgotten Gu Yunxiao, she had completely sealed off this hopeless relationship. But in class, her mind would wander. Fortunately, his luck was good and he was not called by the professor to answer the question.

The bell for the end of class rang, and one by one, the students got up and left the classroom.

Yuwen Qingge slowly arranged the class notes.

"Junior Qingge..."

Jin Junxi's voice could be heard.

"Senior."

Yuwen Qingge turned her head to take a glance. Jin Junxi walked over with two cups of coffee.

"Junior sister, here."

"Thank you senior."

"Junior, are there any more classes in the morning?"

Jin Junxi glanced at her textbook and asked with a smile.

"I don't think so..."

Yuwen Qingge was a little unsure. She paused for a moment, turned on her phone and took a look.0

"Not this morning. There are still two classes left in the afternoon... "

"Come, I'll bring you to a place."

Hearing this, Jin Junxi put down his cup of coffee and helped her pack.

"Where to?"

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