i only like your face

Mo Ming dragged Han Shaoying to hide under a slope behind a tree, secretly observing the approaching light source.

"Could it be that your bodyguard brought someone to find you?" Mo Ming asked in a low voice.

Han Shaoyu is not sure: "It should not be so fast, let's observe first."

The several figures dispersed, and a person with a flashlight gradually came towards him.

"No, we will be discovered here." Han Shaoyong pushed Mo Ming hard with his hands, "You hide over there, hurry up."

Mo Ming turned his head and looked at Han Shaoyong, the moonlight refracted in his eyes, the light in his pupils was breathtaking, beautiful and sharp, Han Shaoyong's heart ached when he liked it, and suddenly he leaned forward and kissed again, saying in a hoarse voice :"quick."

Mo Ming didn't say anything, turned and left.

There were many shadows in the trees, and Mo Ming quickly disappeared into the dark night. Han Shaoyun breathed a sigh of relief, and after a while, a bright light shone on him.

"It's really not dead."

Han Shaolong's eyes were blinded by the strong light, but he knew from the sound that this was Pang Yuanqing's subordinate before, and he was suddenly thankful for being vigilant just now, and for letting Mo Ming leave.

His eyes adjusted to the light beam, and Han Shaoyun saw that the man was holding a knife in his hand.

The body was still unable to move much due to serious injuries. Seeing the opponent approaching, Han Shaoying clenched his still-moving right hand, ready to make a final resistance. Even though he knew that there was no hope of survival in this situation, he didn't want to just let others slaughter him like this.

However, just as the man was about to make a move, a figure quietly walked around behind him.

Mo Ming moved neatly, and suddenly stretched out his hand to strangle the man's neck from behind, and threw the man to the ground. In the next second, he clamped the man's right arm holding the knife, and clamped his legs around the man's neck tightly.

A triangle was formed, and the man struggled to breathe and was unable to call his companions. After a short struggle, he lost consciousness due to lack of oxygen.

It wasn't until the person passed out that Mo Ming breathed a sigh of relief and let go of his hands and feet. When he looked up, he saw Han Shaoying staring at him blankly.

The man's flashlight fell aside, and the light just shone on Han Shaoying's face, clearly reflecting the surprise and amazement in his eyes.

Mo Ming stared at Han Shaoyong: "What do you want to say?"

Han Shaoyun lowered his head: "No, it's nothing."

Mo Ming covered the unconscious man with the dead leaves on the ground, picked up the flashlight to look around, and after finding a suitable hiding place, he dragged Han Shaoyun to hide there.

"I just thought that I saved your life, and I could have a little weight in your heart, but..." Han Shaoyun sighed, and said with a wry smile, "You returned the favor in an instant."

"Compared to sending flowers to your grave every year to thank you, it's easier to pay off in one lump sum."

"…Too."

After a while, Han Shaoyun whispered again: "If, I mean if..."

Han Shaoying moved to Mo Ming's side, and asked cautiously, "If you get married in the future, can you promise not to use the trick just now when there is domestic violence?"

Mo Ming was still carefully observing the light spot in the distance, without turning his head, he said, "No."

Han Shaoyu was silent for a while, and said after a long time: "I will promise not to make mistakes."

Mo Ming: "..."

After an unknown amount of time, a large moving light source appeared in the opposite direction, and another group of people came over.

Mo Ming's tense heart suddenly relaxed, he knew that he was saved.

"Let's...um."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a light kiss.

"Mo Ming..." Han Shaoyong said softly, "It's nice to meet you..."

The night was getting darker, thick clouds covered the moonlight.

Pang Yuanqing did not go to bed to rest, but leaned on the sofa chair by the window, looked out the window with cold eyes, and stroked the two strings of golden bracelets with engraved characters on his left wrist with his fingers.

The subordinates had called before, claiming that the bodies of the two people were not found in the car that crashed at the bottom of the cliff, and a group of people are currently searching in the forest.

In the middle of the night, news came again that Han Shaoying and Mo Ming were rescued by another group of people, but they died in the hospital due to their serious injuries.

"Are you sure you're dead?" Pang Yuanqing asked.

"It has spread inside the hospital, but the news is currently blocked from the outside world."

The next morning, Pang Yuanqing didn't know until he received a call that Pang Mingshun had arrived in country N by private plane, had already been to the hospital, and had seen his grandson's body.

The caller was Pang Mingshun's personal assistant, who asked Pang Yuanqing to go to a cruise ship in the port, saying that Pang Mingshun was waiting for him there.

"Pang Dong is very sad, and I hope that President Pang can do his best to appease."

"It's natural."

The cruise ship was an asset of the Pang family, and it had been docked at the port for a few days. After boarding, Pang Yuanqing saw Pang Mingshun in a wheelchair on the deck.

Pang Mingshun was sick and haggard, his eyes gazing at the sea were cloudy and gloomy, showing a gloomy look.

"Father, I'll take you to my residence." Pang Yuanqing said, "It's very windy here."

"No, I just called you over because there are some things that need to be resolved..."

Pang Mingshun's voice was weak, but cold, not as sad as Pang Yuanqing expected.

Pang Yuanqing narrowed his eyes slightly, and quietly took out the mobile phone in his pocket, only to find that the surrounding signals were blocked.

"Your father had a good relationship with me back then, so I adopted you into the Pang family after his death..." Pang Mingshun said slowly, "Is it your nature or my fault that you have become like this..."

Pang Yuanqing's eyes became colder and colder: "Father, what are you talking about?"

"Although I can feel your ambition all the time, I also feel that you act cautiously and properly, but I don't want to be deceived by you for so many years." Pang Mingshun turned his head to look at Pang Yuanqing with painful eyes, "You really, really disappoint me .”

After a while, a confidant of Pang Mingshun hurried aboard and handed over two exquisitely crafted pure gold bracelets to Pang Mingshun.

Pang Yuanqing recognized the bracelet, and his calm face changed slightly. He immediately realized that after he left, Pang Mingshun's people searched his residence.

His feet trembled, the ship whistled, and Pang Yuanqing suddenly found that the cruise ship he was on had actually set sail.

Heart sank suddenly, Pang Yuanqing turned around resolutely, and saw five or six men in black suits walking onto the deck, standing not far behind him with expressionless faces.

"It seems that one of the two survived..." Pang Yuanqing moved the corner of his mouth, lowered his eyes and sneered, "Or both of them are here."

Pang Mingshun clenched the bracelet in his palm that he had given to his sons and daughters back then, and stood up tremblingly from the chair, his eyes were moist, and his heart was burning.

He couldn't accept that the adopted son he raised by himself was actually the murderer who ruined his family.

"They used to..." Pang Mingshun breathed tremblingly, "They regarded you as a close relative."

Pang Yuanqing looked at the coast that was gradually moving away, and his heart sank to the bottom, but he calmed down: "You are regarded as a close relative but not a close relative. Your son was just a worthless romantic dude back then. Obviously, I am more suitable to be your heir than him."

"There is nothing in the Pang family that should belong to you."

"That's why I want to fight for it myself..." Pang Yuanqing slowly closed his eyes, "At least when I entered the Pang family, I didn't expect that I would have the achievements I have today. Although it is not long enough, it is worthy of my hard work these years. No regrets…"

got windy…

The salty sea breeze was mixed with a strong smell of blood, which took a long time to subside.