"Quick time travel" long way to chase his wife

Chapter 155 Mobile Blood Bank and the Sick Young Master

Various luxury cars were parked at the entrance of the brightly lit villa. Standing at the entrance, you could vaguely see the figures surging in the hall of the villa, and you could also hear their laughing and chatting with each other.

After Mo Chi's car came to a complete stop, the servant standing outside the door who was in charge of receiving the guests stepped forward and helped him open the car door with a respectful but not overly friendly smile on his face.

When he saw Mo Chi and Yun Chu sitting in the car, he was amazed by each other's astonishing looks for a moment.

Mo Chi bent slightly and got out of the car. After Yun Chu came around to him, he took out an invitation card from his pocket and handed it to the servant who opened the door for him. He bent down, made a "please" gesture, and then turned to lead the way forward.

Mo Chi and Yun Chu walked behind him side by side.

It was a cold night in the middle of winter. Yun Chu looked at the man's face as white as jade under the light, and was a little worried that the other party would catch a cold. Just as he was about to speak out, a dazzling light came from the side of the two of them. Chu tilted his head to look over, subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes, and heard the screeching sound of brakes, Yun Chu only felt his arm being pulled vigorously, his feet were unsteady, and he fell into a warm embrace along the force , There is a pleasant smell of sandalwood faintly floating in the nose.

Mo Chi hugged the boy in his arms, his expression turned cold as he watched the car passing by where the other party was standing just now.

The servant was shocked by the sudden scene in front of him. The identity of the other party was not simple. If something happened here, he really wouldn't be able to pay ten heads.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Young Master Mo... Are you injured?" The servant kept apologizing, Mo Chi shook his head, looked down at Yun Chu in his arms, and asked him, "How is it, is there any injury?"

Yun Chu: "No." It's just that he was a little scared.

Hearing his answer, Mo Chi's face looked better. The car over there had already stopped, the door opened, and a man got out from above. The man was tall and tall, with wide shoulders and narrow hips. Her long, straight legs were wrapped under suit pants, her hair was also dyed a dazzling red, her eyebrows were sharp, her aura was flamboyant, and her every move carried a hint of hooliganism. The uneducated rich second generation who ran away from home.

The other party didn't have the slightest sense that he almost ran into someone just now. Yun Chu leaned in Mo Chi's arms and watched helplessly as the other party brought down a handsome man from the co-pilot. The man looked to be about his age. She kissed passionately in the French style as if no one was around, and finally let go of him after enjoying herself, and walked into the villa with her arms around the man's waist.

As a bystander, Yunchu felt that he was about to commit embarrassment and cancer. The sound of the other party's kiss was so clear in the night that he could even hear the tsk-tsk of saliva.

With Mo Chi's warm embrace behind him, Yun Chu stiffened and did not move.

The three people who were forced to appreciate the scene in front of them had different expressions on their faces, and the servant wanted to cry but had no tears in his heart. He wished that time could turn back and he hurriedly took the two of them in.

Mo Chi's face was calm, but when he felt the stiff body of the boy in his arms, he raised his eyebrows calmly.

Stretching out his hand to straighten the man, the man lowered his head and straightened his slightly wrinkled cuffs: "Who was that man just now?" He asked the servant.

The other party came back to his senses, and immediately replied: "That's the prince of the Qi family in the north of the city, Qi Tu."

"Qi Tu?"

"Returning to Master Mo, yes, the other party has been studying in France all year round and only recently came back." Due to the other party's family background, the servants did not dare to say too much.

Mo Chi nodded, said nothing, called Shang Yunchu and entered the villa.

The expensive and exquisite crystal chandelier exudes soft light, illuminating every corner of the living room. Everyone in the living room is elegant and dignified, talking and laughing with the demeanor of a successful person and the elegance of a high-class lady.

Champagne is beautiful, and the scene is dreamy and harmonious.

After Mo Chi and Yun Chu entered, they attracted the attention of many people in the hall.

Men seldom show up outside because of their health. These people only know that the next head of the Mo family is a sick man who will not live to be thirty. They never thought that they would meet a real person here. When the name was mentioned, everyone present was shocked.

The men in suits and leather shoes looked at Mo Chi with scrutiny and inquiry. As for the jeweled ladies, it was much simpler, their eyes were full of surprise and calculation.

He is handsome, has a first-class family background, and is single. No matter how you look at him, he is a good marriage partner. Although his body is a bit weak, he doesn't really love him. When the other party is gone, those family properties are enough for them to live happily for hundreds of lives .

For a moment, everyone present was concerned.

Being looked at by so many pairs of eyes, Yunchu subconsciously felt afraid, and took two steps slightly towards Mo Chi's side, getting closer.

The scene was quiet for a while, only the sound of music flowing slowly in the whole hall, and in the end it was the owner of the villa, Yang Zhentian, who stepped forward and broke the quiet scene.

Yang Zhentian had some friendship with the late Father Mo in the mall. After Father Mo's death, he came to Mo's house to visit Mr. Mo and Mo Chi several times. Mo Chi has always evaluated each other as a smiling tiger, and on the surface he calls you brother and brother. Take out your lungs, and you don't know when you will be stabbed in the back.

"Uncle Yang." Mo Chi looked at the slightly fat middle-aged man in a blue suit, and greeted him with a lukewarm attitude.

Yang Zhentian knew that the other party had always had this temperament, so he didn't care. It had been two years since the two of them met last time. He looked at the alienated and indifferent man standing in front of him, with an expression of love from the elders to the younger generation on his face. laugh.

The two exchanged a few pleasantries. Although the people around them were not around them, their attention was all on the two of them, and their ears were unconsciously pricked up, wanting to hear what the two of them were talking about.

But in fact, they didn't talk about anything. Yang Zhentian's words were full of temptations, and Mo Chi calmly refused. After a while, they didn't talk about any useful topics.

The man's face was a bit ugly, and the smile on his face was almost unstoppable, while Mo Chi, on the other hand, still looked calm.

At this moment, a clear and pleasant voice suddenly sounded between the two of them.

Yun Chu subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice, only to see a girl with a princess bun and a champagne evening dress, walking towards them on high heels with a glass of wine in her hand, and then kissing Yang Zhentian's arm. Arm, when he looked at Mo Chi, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.