Pampering you to the bone: Good Morning, young Master Jue Chapter 842

Chapter 842: Chapter 842 torture

Author: Leisurely and leisurely MACHINE TRANSLATION

Mo Weian gradually lost her oxygen and it became more and more difficult for her to breathe. After a moment, Mo Weian’s little face turned red, but her beautiful eyes kept staring at Lu Ziyin and Lu Ziyin. The corners of her mouth slowly rose and she mouthed, “strangle me to death, hurry up and strangle me to death… ”

After killing her, no one knew where Xia Weiyang was.

After killing her, Xia Weiyang would also be buried with her.

If Xia Weiyang died, many people would probably be in so much pain that they wished they were dead. That was great… …

Mo Weian was just one breath away from disappearing from the world. Suddenly, Lu Ziyin let go of her.

“You want to die? Before you tell me where Yang Yang is? I won’t let you die before I save her. ” Lu Ziyin looked down at Mo Weian, who was holding her neck, coughing and breathing in the fresh air.

He really almost killed her just now.

But when he thought of Yang Yang, he realized that he was almost fooled by this woman again.

She did it on purpose!

In the next moment, Lu Ziyin grabbed Mo Weian and mercilessly dragged her out and threw her heavily on the ground.

Bang.

Mo Weian heard the sound of the door closing and locking. She lay on the ground and looked at the cold ground. It was unknown whether the corners of her mouth held a sneer or a proud smile.

It had been two days.

Yun Weiyang was still not rescued.

s.h.i.+ Jue’s heart almost broke down.

During this period of time, he did not even dare to return home. He was afraid to see the little treasures, afraid that they would ask him for his mother, afraid to see their tears, afraid to hear their cries… …

He was not a good father, nor was he a good husband.

Di Jue Corporation.

In the CEO’s office.

“Young Master, you have not rested properly for two nights. If this continues, your body will not be able to take it. ” Mo Yi placed a cup of hot tea beside s.h.i.+ Jue’s hand. He held a thick piece of clothing and draped it over s.h.i.+ Jue’s body as he tried to persuade him.

He was originally on vacation, but he rushed back when he heard the news.

s.h.i.+ Jue held his head with one hand and waved his hand.

Rest? How could he rest? His Yang ‘Er had not been found yet. After such a long time, his Yang ‘Er must have suffered greatly. The weather was getting colder and colder. Yang ‘Er must be very cold, but he did not know where she was?

At this moment, s.h.i.+ jue hated himself very much. He hated himself for being useless.

He was also the most powerful person in B city, but he could not even find his own woman.

Mo Yi sighed slightly. They were also very worried that something had happened to his wife.

But it was useless to worry.

“Young Master, you don’t want your body to collapse before you find his wife. You also don’t want to faint in front of his wife when you just met her. Let his wife worry. Only with a good body can you find his wife… ” Mo Yi was still trying to persuade him.

However, even if he brought out Yun Weiyang this time, s.h.i.+ jue was still indifferent.

Looking at the young master who didn’t even move, Mo Yi was very helpless and very worried.

Suddenly, the office door opened.

Who was so bold to enter without permission.

Mo Yi’s expression changed. He turned around and was about to get angry, but the next moment, when he saw the person who came, he shut his mouth again.

“Father… ”

Two little babies ran in one after the other. With a loud beep, they pounced on s.h.i.+ Jue.

Hearing the sound of the babies, s.h.i.+ Jue raised his head. Perhaps because he had not rested well, his movements were a little light-headed. For a moment, he felt dizzy and everything before him was pitch black.

After a long while, he finally calmed down. He got up and carried du Du.

Du Du’s Chubby hands hugged s.h.i.+ jue’s neck. He looked at his usually handsome and handsome father. At this moment, his face was haggard. His Chin was black and his small hands were a little p.r.i.c.kly.