Rebirth of Rebirth

Mo Yun yelled softly: "Come on! Pull her away!"

At this time, all the servants and bodyguards in the room were stunned, and they didn't even realize who Mo Yunqing said he was going to pull away!It was Qi Han and Qi Yang beside Mo Yunqing who reacted quickly and gave his subordinates a wink, and the two bodyguards immediately went up to hold Mo Qing, one left and one right.

"What are you doing! Let me go!" Mo Qing's eyes were red, when was she treated like this at Mo's house?As soon as I was touched by the bodyguard, I screamed: "Brother! Get them to let me go! Brother!"

It's useless for her to call her brother at this time, because Mo Yunqing has already rushed to Bei Yu's side, and supported his staggering body, "Hurry up and call the doctor!"

"Mr. Mo..." Lu Beiyu tightly grasped Mo Yunqing's chest with one hand, trembling uncontrollably in the man's embrace, while the other hand was carefully held by Mo Yunqing because of the split wound. After scratching his wrist, he raised his head, the tears in his eyes fell down, mixed with the blood from the wound, "I, did I do something wrong?"

Mo Yunqing felt a pain in his heart, and hugged him tightly, "No, it's not your fault."

Mo Qing couldn't believe the scene in front of her. Her brother who had never bowed his head to anyone actually...

"Brother..." Mo Qing murmured, suddenly realized something, turned her head and yelled at the bodyguard who was holding her up: "Let me go! How dare you dare to attack me?!"

These two bodyguards are Qi Han and Qi Yang's people. Except for the two of them and Mo Yunqing's order, how could they care about the eldest lady of the Mo family, let alone now, even if Mr. Mo is still alive and standing here, Mo Qing has no right to order Qi Han and Qi Yang's subordinates.

Mo Yun didn't even look at her lightly, and said coldly: "Qi Han!"

"Yes." Qi Han bowed slightly to Mo Yun, turned his head and said to his subordinates: "Miss Mo is tired, take her back to the room to rest."

The two bodyguards were about to carry Mo Qing away, but Mo Qing's face was almost distorted when he heard that, and his voice was almost piercing: "Mo Yunqing! You are blind, and you are doing this to me just because of such a shameless thing? I am your own sister!"

Seeing that Mo Yunqing was furious, Qi Han pointed at the door and said sharply, "Get her away!"

The two bodyguards quickly covered Mo Qing's mouth and quickly carried her away.

Mo Yun gently hugged Bei Yu by the waist, the boy in his arms was cold and trembling badly, the blood on the white shirt was shocking, Mo Yun carried him upstairs and said, "Where is the doctor!"

"It's coming! It's here!"

The poor doctor who had just been sent away with a red envelope was intercepted halfway, saying that the wound of the young master surnamed Lu had burst open again. The doctor was hurriedly taken upstairs for a look, and almost passed out.

The boy with the injured hand was held in Mr. Mo's arms, his hand was still dripping with blood, his face was extremely pale, and what was even more shocking was that such a flawless and delicate face even had a cut !

Who has the guts to do something to Mr. Mo's darling? ?

Mo Yun looked at the doctor in a daze, and said angrily, "What are you doing in a daze!"

"Yes, yes, yes." The doctor trotted over quickly, and the nurses beside him were trembling, and they didn't dare to look at Mo Yunqing.

Mo Yunqing in a rage is very scary, probably Bei Yu also feels fear, trembling in his arms, his uninjured hands have been clutching his clothes tightly, Mo Yunqing's expression immediately eased, and he pulled him away. hand in his own.

"Will it leave a scar?"

"If Young Master Lu has a scar constitution, scars may be left after the injury is healed, but fortunately the wound is not too deep..."

"I don't have a scarred body." Bei Yu suddenly whispered, "However, I probably won't be able to touch the piano recently..."

The scene of Bei Yu standing in the garden and playing the violin suddenly appeared in Mo Yunqing's mind. At that time, he had such a pleasant smile on his face, as if playing the violin was a very happy thing. The background was a large area of ​​flowers in the garden. Just looking at it makes people feel very good.

But the boy who was supposed to be alive and kicking at home, or playing the piano quietly in the piano room, has now become like this, and no one will feel heartache after seeing it.

"It's okay, this injury will heal soon."

Mo Yun comforted him softly, bowed his head and kissed his cold forehead, as if he wanted to relieve his pain in this way, Bei Yu couldn't help but close his eyes, feeling the man's gentle kiss on his eyes, but if If he opened his eyes, he would be able to see the expression on Mo Yunqing's face, which had a kind of loving tenderness, as if he was treating a most beloved but extremely fragile treasure.

Only Qi Han and Qi Yang who were standing not far away could see this scene clearly.

With no expression on his face, Qi Han watched the doctor treat Lu Beiyu's wound in silence, then turned and left the room.

After a while, Qi Yang walked out the door and found him on the balcony deep in the corridor.

"Still feeling distressed?"

Qi Han leaned on the balcony with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, casually looking at the garden, glanced at him, and said nothing.

Qi Yang rarely hesitated, "Xiaohan, are you..."

"What is it?"

"are you serious?"

Qi Han took down the cigarette from his mouth, sneered and said, "How is it possible, it was just for fun at the beginning, don't you think I really like it..."

Speaking of this, Qi Han suddenly stopped, he seemed to be very irritable because of this question, he pinched the cigarette on the balcony casually, and his voice sank, "It's a boring question."

Qi Yang stretched out his hand to lift Qi Han's bangs that were almost covered by the wind, the movement was very light, but Qi Han gave him a look as if he was frightened.

"What's wrong?" Qi Yang didn't change his face.

"Are you comforting me?" Qi Han pointed to himself, with an indescribably weird expression on his face, "Me?"

Qi Yang smiled, his expression looked very gentle in the night, "Otherwise, who else do you want to comfort?"

Qi Han shook his head and pushed him away a little, "I don't need anyone to comfort me, if I really want to comfort me, just find me a girl who suits me."

Qi Yang paused, "Can't men do it?"

"The taste has changed recently." Qi Han said lazily with his back turned to him.

Qi Yang watched his back gradually disappear into the ornately decorated corridor, and only after a while did he chuckle, "The taste has changed."

……

Mo Qing returned to Mo's house as she wished, but it was a pity that she was put under house arrest as soon as she came back.

Only the people in the house knew about this, because Mo Yunqing had ordered that anyone who dared to say a word about what happened that night would be killed.

When Bei Yu had breakfast, because one hand was inconvenient, Mo Yunqing fed it into his mouth the whole way, and Bei Yu's face turned a little red while eating, when Mo Yunqing fed him again, he couldn't help avoiding, "I, I I am full……"

"Then eat some fruit."

A servant next to him lowered his head, but roared in his heart: Mr. Mo, didn't you see that Young Master Lu's face turned red?You are actually admiring his shyness!

I have to say that these servants who have been in Mo's house for a long time still have some understanding of Mo Yunqing's thoughts. Mo Yunqing really likes to see Beiyu shy but unable to reject him. In fact, he prefers the two Personally like this in private, not in the big dining room of the Mo family's main house, under the nose of the housekeeper and servants, but in that case, the child probably won't show such an expression.

Bei Yu was then forced to eat a whole plate of fruit salad, and Mo Yunqing finally put down his fork after he protested, "If you eat any more, your stomach will feel uncomfortable."

"Mr. Mo." Bei Yu looked at him hesitantly.

"Ok?"

"I meant to say..."

Seeing him hesitate and dare not speak, Mo Yunqing wanted to reach out and pat his face, but when he saw the scar on his face, he patted the back of his hand instead, "Just say what you want."

"No, no, no." Bei Yu waved his hand, "I mean, Miss Mo didn't come to dinner yesterday, is she still... mad at me?"

Mo Yunqing's face didn't seem to change, he just said lightly: "It's none of your business, don't worry about it."

"But she is your sister, if it's because of me..."

Mo Yun sneered slightly, "I have nothing to do with her."

He didn't seem to want Bei Yu to think too much, so he directly changed the topic.

In fact, Mo Qing has been losing his temper since last night. In the morning, he threw everything that could be thrown in the room. Although the commotion was very noisy, it was too far away to reach the upstairs here.

When Mo Yunqing got up and went to work, Beiyu suddenly said that he wanted to go out for a walk. Mo Yunqing thought that Mo Qing was still at home, and Beiyu might not feel comfortable staying there, so he agreed, and before leaving, he told the housekeeper: "He wants to Send a few more people to follow when you go out, and don't let me see Mo Qing get closer to him, if she makes trouble again, send me directly back to the United States."

"Yes."

Bei Yu stood at the door the whole time, watching Mo Yunqing's car until he could no longer see it.

"Are you going out now?" the housekeeper asked him, but Beiyu didn't seem to hear it, and kept looking at the direction the car was leaving.

Bei Yu is only 17 years old, and his face still has a childish look between a youth and a teenager. However, when he stares at something quietly like this, it gives people an indescribable feeling of indifference and alienation , It's as if he has many secrets in his heart, but he keeps people out invisibly, and no one dares to ask or disturb him easily.

At this time, Bei Yu suddenly turned his head and glanced at the housekeeper, who stood beside him respectfully, with his head bowed.

"Does Mr. Mo have a bad relationship with his sister?"

"Miss, she seldom comes back since she got married."

Regarding the matter of the master, the housekeeper naturally wouldn't talk casually, and could only answer ambiguously.