Wrong marriage! The black-bellied uncle wants a legitimate status every day

Without waiting for the two to respond, Lin Mingmo dragged Mo Zheng towards the car.

After the car drove a long way away, Lin Mingmo looked back through the window. The white main body of the manor was covered with snow, quiet and sacred.

However, the larger the family, the more likely it is to harbor corruption and intrigue.

This is the case with the Sheng family, and the Zhao family should be similar.

Lin Mingmo felt timid when she saw it.

The car continued to move forward. The scenery on the highway repeated itself, and Lin Mingmo felt drowsy.

Mo Zheng generously offered his shoulder and said, "Lean on me and rest for a while."

Lin Mingmo looked at his shoulder and shook her head gently, "You're so tall, it's not comfortable for me to lean on you."

"Eh?" Mo Zheng was a little flustered, looking around, "How about... you lie on my lap."

Lin Mingmo was ashamed.

"Inappropriate, really inappropriate."

Even though they are siblings, they are adults and should still have a sense of propriety.

Lin Mingmo leaned her head gently against the car window and closed her eyes.

Luochuan City welcomed its first snowfall of the year today. Citizens traveling to enjoy the snow are advised to dress warmly. A friendly reminder: roads can be slippery in snowy weather, so drivers should be careful. At 2:00 AM last night, a car accident occurred on the Jiangluo Expressway. A black Bentley skidded and struck a guardrail. The driver, the only person in the car, was seriously injured.

The sound of the radio reached Lin Mingmo's ears, and she suddenly started and opened her eyes.

Two o'clock in the morning, a black Bentley, Jiangluo Expressway, alone...

These key points made her think of that person - Sheng Yuan!

Lin Mingmo's breathing quickened and she turned to look at Mo Zheng.

Mo Zheng happened to have the same idea as him, so he took out his cell phone and called Sheng Yuan.

Lin Mingmo looked at him anxiously.

Mo Zheng's frown deepened, and he finally put down his phone and said calmly, "He didn't answer."

"No..." Lin Mingmo shook her head. This was the answer she least wanted to hear.

Mo Zheng grinned, "Don't be so gloomy, it might not be him. Maybe he's still mad at me and deliberately not answering the phone."

He deliberately said something to ease Lin Mingmo's mood.

However, Lin Mingmo felt more and more uneasy. She bit her lip and searched for information about today's car accident on her mobile phone.

After a while, she was able to find photos of the scene.

A black Bentley with a broken front, dark red bloodstains all over the ground, and... H's packaging boxes scattered all over the ground.

Lin Mingmo was already feeling unwell while listening to the radio, and now seeing these horrific photos of the scene, it was even more unbearable.

"It's... it's him..." Lin Mingmo said tremblingly, "We bought the things together..."

She held the page on her phone in front of Mo Zheng and said, "There's nothing wrong with it."

Seeing Lin Mingmo so sure, Mo Zheng also panicked.

"No way, no way..."

After all, he was the one who asked him to leave last night.

If something really happened to Sheng Yuan...

He suddenly felt guilty and shouted, "Driver! Get off the highway at the next exit!"

The victims of the car accident were taken to the nearest hospital, the location of which was not difficult to find.

Mo Zheng and Lin Mingmo immediately decided to rush to the hospital. Regardless of whether it was him or not, they had to see him to feel at ease.

After some inquiries, we learned that the injured in the early morning car accident are no longer in danger of death and are being observed in the intensive care unit.

The closer she got to the ward, the more uneasy Lin Mingmo became.

She didn't dare to think about how badly Sheng Yuan was injured, how painful it must be, and whether he would be left with a disability...

But I couldn't help it.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

For a moment, she wished she could bear it all by herself.

But why?

Aren't they unrelated?

Why are you so worried about her?

Lin Mingmo herself can't recognize her own heart.

"We're here." Mo Zheng said softly.

There were already some people gathered at the door of the ward, but their faces were unfamiliar.

They are dressed in suits and ties, but they look very classy.

When he saw Mo Zheng, he greeted him politely: "Little Mo Dong, you also received the news and rushed here? You are so thoughtful."

Now, it was confirmed that the person lying in the ward was Sheng Yuan.

Lin Mingmo's body suddenly went limp, and she only managed to avoid falling by holding onto the wall.

Then, the men's gazes turned to Lin Mingmo's face, and a look of surprise suddenly appeared on their faces. Obviously, they recognized Lin Mingmo.

After all, Lin Mingmo had appeared several times at Sheng family events.

But their expressions quickly returned to normal.

"How is A Yuan?" Mo Zheng asked anxiously.

"They say there's no danger to her life," one of the men replied with a smile. "But we don't know the specific circumstances. The Fourth Master got angry and didn't allow us to visit."

"However, judging from his demeanor, it seems that there is no big problem."

The others nodded in agreement.

Mo Zheng nodded solemnly, muttering to himself, "He's like this... He doesn't want others to see his vulnerable side..."

"Little Mo Dong, you are the Fourth Master's best friend. You can still have a few words with him. We won't waste any more time here. We'll take our leave first."

Several men leave.

Mo Zheng turned around and said to Lin Mingmo, who was still a little dazed, "Whether A-Yuan was sick or injured in boxing and was hospitalized before, the Sheng family always just sent a few secretaries and assistants to check on him..."

"These people are just trying to complete their mission and don't really care about A Yuan at all."

"But it's also true that no one in the Sheng family cares about him... It would be a face-saving thing for them to send someone to check on him."

Mo Zheng complained casually, but Lin Mingmo took it to heart.

The feeling of uneasiness surged again.

I knew that Sheng Yuan was not valued in the Sheng family, but I didn't expect him to be ignored to this extent.

When Mo Zheng said, "Let's go in and see him," she backed away.

"Brother, go in, I'll wait outside."

Mo Zheng was stunned for a moment, then he raised the corner of his mouth and responded with understanding: "Okay, I'll be right out."

Mo Zheng pushed the door open and walked into the ward.

Lin Mingmo couldn't help but look inside, but didn't see Sheng Yuan.

The door is closed.

Lin Mingmo stared at the sign on the ward, lost in thought.

The time I spent waiting alone felt extremely long, as if a century had passed.

The door opened again, and Mo Zheng's solemn face suddenly appeared before her.

"Brother, how is he?" Lin Mingmo grabbed Mo Zheng's sleeve and asked anxiously.

Mo Zheng shook his head and sighed softly, "Alas...what a pity..."

"What's going on?" Lin Mingmo's eyes were wet again.

She couldn't help but think, if she hadn't said such a decisive thing last night, if she had kept him for one night, if...

"Disfigured." Mo Zheng said, "Such a handsome face... What a pity..."

"Disfigured?" Lin Mingmo frowned. "How serious is it? What about other injuries? Can you move?"

She asked questions one after another, and there was no end to them.

It was a pity that such a handsome face had a flaw, but Lin Mingmo was more worried about whether he had more serious injuries.

"If you care so much, you can come and see it in person."

A low and hoarse voice sounded from behind the door, and Lin Mingmo's breathing stopped instantly.

Sheng Yuan leaned half of his body out of the door, crossed his arms over his chest, and looked at Lin Mingmo with a cold gaze.

Lin Mingmo was stunned for a moment, her eyes scanning his entire body from top to bottom.

His cheekbone was slightly bruised and bruised, but it did not diminish the beauty of his handsome face at all. It even made his sharp features look more broken and moving. As for other parts of his body... they were wrapped in a hospital gown, and there was no sign of any injuries.

Not even a bandage.

The photos of the car accident scene were so tragic, with blood all over the ground...but Sheng Yuan's condition didn't seem to match it.

Feeling the doubt in Lin Mingmo's eyes, Sheng Yuan raised his eyebrows and chuckled.

"This car accident destroyed my car and a bottle of Romanee-Conti." Sheng Yuan's mouth curled up in a different arc than usual, and he casually explained Lin Mingmo's doubts.

Lin Mingmo breathed a sigh of relief.

It turns out that the "bloodstain" was just red wine...

Fortunately, fortunately nothing serious happened.

"I'm surprised that you care about me so much." Sheng Yuan said again with a faint smile on his lips.

Before Lin Mingmo could say anything, Mo Zheng interrupted, "A Yuan, I'm concerned about you! My sister... just came along for the ride."

"That's right..." Lin Mingmo hid behind Mo Zheng and retorted weakly, "I just came here by chance."

"Oh." A hint of melancholy flashed in Sheng Yuan's eyes. "Then are you disappointed to see that I'm fine?"