The Rebirth of the National Goddess

The icy chill kept wandering around Zhao Yiling's wrist, Zhao Yiling only felt pain and cold in his wrist, as if the whole arm was no longer his own.

This feeling is a bit painful.

She looked at her empty wrist, held back the pain, and looked at Mo Zhixuan, "Young Master Mo, that's...my bracelet."

She also didn't expect that Mo Zhixuan would take away her bracelet.

Zhao Yiling's heart was a little confused, and he was a little flustered.

"Your bracelet?" Mo Zhixuan's thin lips curled up into a sneer, and the words were like ice, "When did the heirloom of my Mo family become yours?"

There wasn't even an iota of warmth in the bottom of the deep eyes, and the tense facial features were about to fall out of ice scum.

The surrounding air pressure dropped to freezing point.

Yu Luo, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the blood jade bracelet carefully, as if the bracelet was stained with some garbage, then lifted his feet and walked in another direction, his eyes never resting on Zhao Yiling's body .

The breeze blew the white handkerchief he threw away directly into the trash can.

With a 'boom', Mo Zhixuan's words turned into a thunderbolt, and Zhao Yiling was so shocked that he didn't speak for a long time.

The blood on his face slowly faded, and he bit his lips tightly with his white teeth.

Mo Zhixuan's words kept echoing in his ears.

A family heirloom of the Mo family.

He knew it was a family heirloom of the Mo family.

Li Hanjiang called him Mo Shao.

Is he—

Zhao Yiling was taken aback suddenly, she never dreamed that this big man was the head of the Mo family, that bad old man who was rumored to be over fifty, Mo Zhixuan!

He turned out to be Mo Zhixuan!

He was the fiancé whom he despised!

That's right, I am the fiancee of the Patriarch of the Mo family! Thinking of this, Zhao Yiling ignored the pain in his wrist, raised the hem of his skirt, and directly chased after him, "Mr. Mo, I am Zhao Yiling, and I am the one who is engaged to you. That trash, she is not Not good enough for you."

Mo Zhixuan paused, turned his head, and slowly said in Zhao Yiling's delighted smile, his words were blood-stained, "I don't care who you are, you are not allowed to bully her in the future! Otherwise, next time you won't be a waste It's as simple as losing an arm."

The smile at the corner of Zhao Yiling's mouth froze little by little, and the pain from the original wrist gradually transferred to the whole arm, which was so painful that it made people unable to breathe.

Even so, Zhao Yiling still refused to let go of the opportunity in front of him, held back the pain, and explained urgently to the tall figure, "Mr. Mo, in fact, I was the one who had the marriage contract with you at first, because I Being unwell gave that trash a chance to take advantage of, it was she who took away the position that originally belonged to me, and I am your real fiancée..."

At this moment, Zhao Yiling wished to cut Chu Jin into pieces. If it wasn't for that trash, the person who is now engaged to the Patriarch of the Mo family would be himself, and this blood jade bracelet would also be his own.

The position of the mistress of the Mo family will also be her own.

She is unwilling, extremely unwilling!

She almost sat in the spotlight.

"Mr. Mo, don't leave, I'm Zhao Yiling, and I'm your fiancée!"

Li Hanjiang followed behind Mo Zhixuan calmly, his expression changed again and again, and Mo Shao actually had a fiancée.

So what role does Zhao Yiling play in this?

This relationship seems to be getting more and more chaotic.

Zhao Yiling chased the leaving figure of the person, fell and got up, got up and fell, and repeated this until the person completely disappeared from sight, and she fell to the ground in a daze, her gaze a little dull.

She never thought that things would turn around like this.

Especially when she thought that that trash would become the mistress of the Mo family and could ride on her head, she was filled with resentment.

"No way," Zhao Yiling's eyes flashed, his eyes were filled with coldness, his lips trembled, and he said to himself, "How can I let a trash take away what belongs to me! I have to cheer up!"

Zhao Yiling staggered, wrapped his arms, and walked into the distance.

There is a place that can heal her arm.

**

Sitting in the car, Mo Zhixuan looked at the fading figure in the rear mirror, and slightly parted his thin lips, "Follow her."

Li Hanjiang heard that Lima opened the door and got out of the car, "Okay, Shao Mo, I'll go right away."

Mo Zhixuan's eyes were dark, and he ordered, "Luo Tian's subordinates are very capable of anti-reconnaissance, so be careful not to startle the snake."

Li Hanjiang took out a who-color peaked cap from the trunk and put it on his head, then took off his suit, put on a smooth navy blue dress, and then sprayed some liquid on his body to deal with it. After all this, he walked up to Mo Zhixuan, "I have a sense of proportion, don't worry."

Li Hanjiang, who has changed his outfit, is not like his previous image of a business elite. He seems to be a few years younger and much cleaner.

More like a college student who has just entered the society.

Mo Zhixuan slightly nodded, "Go."

Li Hanjiang immediately followed behind Zhao Yiling.

Sitting in the car, Mo Zhixuan took out the blood jade bracelet from his pocket, put it on the palm of his hand and rubbed it carefully, his eyes were not as cold as before, but more tender.

After a while, the car started and slowly merged into the traffic flow.

disappeared from view.