The more Song Qingyou thought about it, the more uneasy she felt in her heart.
She immediately turned around and walked behind the door, grabbed the door handle and pulled it hard.
The door in front of her was still motionless.
Seeing the closed door in front of her, Song Qingyou's eyes suddenly flashed.
Annoyed, he subconsciously raised his legs and kicked the door in front of him.
Suddenly he felt the iron door shaking obviously. \ The iron door suddenly shook, making Song Qingyou's eyes suddenly light up.
Just as he was about to twist the doorknob, the door was opened from the outside.
Seeing the door suddenly opened, Song Qingyou's eyes flashed and she quickly took a few steps back.
Mo Jue did not expect that Song Qingyou would wake up so quickly, nor did he expect that she would be standing behind the door.
When he saw her body retreating quickly, Mo Jue was slightly startled, and a hint of interest quickly flashed in his eyes.
"I was originally worried that Mrs.
Lu had just given birth to a baby, and her health might be affected if she was kept in such a cold and humid place.
I also planned to have someone change you to a more comfortable room."
Mo Jue deliberately paused for a moment and then continued: "Seeing that Mrs.
Lu is so agile now, it seems that it is not necessary."
Song Qingyou didn't take the other party's well-intentioned remarks about Weasel paying New Year's greetings to the Rooster seriously.
She looked at the strange man in front of her calmly for a moment, and then asked coldly: "Who are you?"
Song Qingyou was very sure that she didn't recognize the person in front of her.
"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that you are in my hands now."
Mo Jue curled his lips and smiled, then looked at Song Qingyou who was calm and composed in front of him, and couldn't help but continue: "I wonder what Lu Jingchen's reaction would be if he knew that I took away his wife and children.
I heard that Mrs.
Lu was very interested in Lu Jingchen.
Words matter” When Song Qingyou heard the other party mention the child, his face suddenly tightened.
"If you have any problem, just come to me.
Don't hurt the children.
They are just babies just a few days old.
They don't understand anything.
No matter what grudges you have with Lu Jingchen , you can come at me if you want to retaliate against him, I just hope you don’t hurt the children, they are all innocent.”
Hearing this, Mo Jue sneered slightly and looked at Song Qingyou with a mocking look on his face, with a cruel smile on his lips.
"Innocent, when Lu Jingchen killed my eldest brother, why didn't he think that he was innocent?
Why didn't he think of letting him go?"
Thinking of the Mo merchant who died at the hands of Lu Jingchen many years ago, Mo Jue's face couldn't help but be filled with gloom.
"The grudge between me and Lu Jingchen, even if I kill you and your children, it will still be difficult to relieve the hatred in my heart.
When I catch Lu Jingchen, I will definitely skin him and cut off his flesh piece by piece.
Then I cut him into pieces and threw him into the Mo family pond to feed the crocodiles.
I want him to never be reincarnated."
Seeing Song Qingyou's suddenly cold aura, Mo Jue couldn't help but flash a hint of excitement and pride in his eyes.
"But don't worry, I will definitely let your family reunite in the crocodile's belly.
I heard that crocodiles like to eat food with fresh skin and tender meat.
If I throw the young master of the Lu family into it now, I don't know what that little thing will do.
Not very excited” After Mo Jue finished speaking, seeing the anger that Song Qingyou was trying to hold back, a flash of revenge flashed in his eyes.
Song Qingyou tried hard to control the anger welling up in her heart, staring closely at Mo Jue in front of her, without saying a word.
"I once heard someone say that Mrs.
Lu is thoughtful, calm and wise.
I still didn't believe it at the time, but now that I have seen Mrs.
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Lu, it is an eye-opener for me."
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