Attack of the Adorable Kid

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At the words of Ivan, Mu Sihan was shaken.

The fingers who originally wanted to enter the password of the laptop computer tightened tightly, black eyes sharply and sharply locked Yifan, and the eyebrows frowned, "What did you say?"

Ivan didn't dare to see Mu Sihan's current expression. He lowered his head and lowered his voice. "In the private car in which the explosion occurred, there were Miss Nan and Princess Lucy."

Moushan's handsome and deep face suddenly became tense and gloomy.

He leaped up from the leather chair, moving too fast and too fiercely, knees to the desk, making a bump sound, and it hurt when listening, but he didn't seem to feel anything, only tightened with those bottomless black eyes With Ivan.

The thin lip under the bridge of the nose is straightened.

Although Ivan did not look at him, he could feel that the temperature of the surrounding air had dropped significantly.

"Yi Fan, do you know what you're talking about?" Mu Sihan's voice was somber, as if Yi Fan talked nonsense, he would swallow him alive.

Yi Fan answered with a scrutiny. "Master, surely, I have sent someone over, and Qiao's family has also gone."

Moushan stepped out of his desk, strode forward to Yifan, and held the collar of Yifan with a big palm, so strong that he almost lifted the whole person up. "Ruzie will be brought back to her neighbor by Los China, and Los watched, how could she be in the same car with Nanxun? "

Moushan was so horrified that Ivan didn't dare to struggle, let him clasp his collar tightly, and he didn't dare to breathe back, "I don't know this, but as far as I know, Miss Nan is at work On the way, she was intercepted by Princess Lucie's car. "

Although Mu Sihan did not believe that this was true, Yi Fan said with nose and eyes, he had to believe.

The whole strength suddenly seemed to be taken away by a huge syringe.

Loosing Ivan's collar, Moushan's tall and erect body stepped back a few steps.

The big palm rested on the desk, the blue veins jumped on his forehead, and his voice was tight and hoarse. "How about her?"

In fact, I felt a little faint in my heart, otherwise Ivan would not have this heavy look.

But he didn't believe it, what would happen to her--

Maybe the car exploded and she was only injured and there was no danger to her life.

However, Yifan's next sentence sounded like a thunder in his ear.

"The car explodes, and the chances of survival are minimal."

Car accidents, such accidents, occur today in the automobile industry today, and around the world.

But he never thought about it. She heard of a car accident this time and it was her accident—

Yifan looked at Mu Sihan, who had a tight face, and his heart tightened. The atmosphere in the office exuded a deadly breath, and it was breathless.

Moushan closed her eyes that were closed to the bottom, and a picture of him and her lying in bed kissing in the morning emerged in her mind. Her small face seemed to be close to her eyes, and she could still feel her when she closed her eyes. Fragrant fragrance and soft lips.

"Contact her where is the hospital now?" He refused to believe it, and she was bombed away from him.

Ivan nodded, "OK."

Moushan's tall body leaned against his desk.

With his hands on the table, his knuckles turned white.

His face was still gloomy, but all consciousness drifted away. He stared at Yifan, only to see Yifan's lips fit together, as if he was anxiously asking something, but he did not hear a word in his ear .

Yifan, while calling to confirm the accident, glanced at Mu Sihan with the light in his eyes. He has been with him for years, and he rarely sees his disappointment.

A few minutes later, Ivan finished the call.

He walked back to Mu Sihan again, and said with a heavy voice, "Master, it's confirmed that both women in the car have been burned. His Highness Los and Qiao's family are now in the funeral home."

Musihan's hands on the table slowly clenched his fists, and the blue blood vessels on the back of his hands swelled.

He stood upright, his dark eyes narrowed, and his out of control mood returned to normal. He said coldly, "No, she won't be in trouble!"

Having said that, he strode out of the office.

In the corridor, he encountered Ye Yanfeng, who was also going downstairs.

Seeing Mu Sihan's gloomy, stormy look, Ye Yanfeng raised her eyebrows slightly.

Mu Sihan didn't take the elevator and rushed directly to the stairs of the security door.

Ye Yanfeng put his hands in his trouser pockets and watched Mu Sihan running downstairs. Yi Fan also hurried up after him, his eyes showing doubts.

He asked the assistant behind him, "What happened?"

The assistant shook his head. "Except for the accident in the morning viaduct, there is no major incident. However, the median incident of the viaduct has not been reported yet.

Ye Yanfeng frowned thoughtfully. After a few seconds of calmness, he said to the assistant behind him, "What's the matter of checking the car accident? Is there someone Ye Sihan cares about?"

"Ok."

...

Yifan drove a funeral home to Moushan.

On the way, a lot of work calls came in, and he ignored them all.

The whole portrait was hit with a bang, his thoughts were hazy, and his mind was empty.

Ivan knew he was in a hurry, and his speed was extremely fast.

It originally took forty minutes, and it took him more than twenty minutes to get there.

Due to the car accident, there were many policemen outside the funeral parlour, which affected the princess and granddaughter of Qiao's neighbouring country.

The car stopped, Ivan opened the rear door, and looked at his face like a sculpture without any temperature. He was seeing a chilling man from the inside to the outside. Ivan carefully opened his mouth, "Master, here it is."

Mu Sihan slowly raised his eyelids and he glanced outside.

The temples started to hurt.

"Master."

Moushan looked coldly out of the car.

Ivan's people stood at the door waiting for them.

"His Royal Highness, Housekeeper Yi, please here."

Yifan looked at each step in front of him, like a man stepping on a sharp blade, trying to help him, but he was also exuded by the coldness of strangers, which made people dare not approach.

As soon as he entered the funeral home, Mu Sihan heard a piercing cry.

That voice ... was from An Feng and Mother Qiao.

Moushan's empty heart clenched tightly, as if there was an invisible black, clinging tightly.

Taking a few steps forward, seeing Qiao's mother and An Feng embracing and crying, Qiao Yanze stood aside, his eyes were scarlet, bloodshot, and his mood was low, as if to collapse.

Opposite him, he stood in the same heavy Los.

Moushan took a heavy step and walked to Qiao Zize, holding his collar with both hands. "Isn't it true? Is she okay?"