The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex

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At the police station, Mo Yixuan sat motionless with a face, like a sculpture. Whatever the police asked, he answered, and all the questions were answered truthfully.

Since he dared to act, he was not afraid of anything.

The comrades of the police knew his identity and did not embarrass him at all, and even made him tea. It's just that the person he hurt by the hand was not dare to offend their police station.

The policeman said in a difficult way: "Mr. Mo, although you are fighting, after all, it is your first move and you have used a sharp weapon. If the other party wants to sue you, you still have to bear legal responsibility." The police made a false accusation. They also have no choice but to enforce the law impartially.

Mo Yixuan nodded. "I see."

Out of the gate of the police station, he smashed into his car and kicked him hard. He hated, hated Ye Hao, but hated himself even more.

I hate myself for not having treated He Xiyan well for so many years, and even hate myself for ruining his own happiness more than a year ago.

When he got home, he still couldn't diminish the anger in his heart, and his face was also flushed. As for the injuries on his face, he didn't even care about it, nor did he know that his left face was swollen, and a large piece of blue had become.

At the first sight of Li Qin, Li Qin found something wrong, and also saw the obvious injury on his son's face. At first glance, he was beaten.

Who beat his son and wanted to die is not it!

"Yixuan, what's wrong with you? Who hit you?" Li Qin took his son's sleeves and looked distressed at the injury on his son's face, and immediately ordered his domestic servant to find the swelling tool.

Mo Yixuan shook his mother's hand directly, his face was aloof and irritable.

This flesh wound was nothing in his eyes. And the real pain was his heart, like a knife cut.

"Yixuan, tell your mother, who hit you? Mom asked someone to choke him." Dare to touch his son, are you tired?

Mo Yixuan left his mouth coldly and still didn't answer his mother's words. He didn't want to go back, and didn't have the heart to talk. He turned upstairs, went to his bedroom, closed his eyes in pain, and fell to the bed.

Downstairs, where did Li Qin swallow this breath, for so many years, except that her son had a fight with Ye Hao last year and was injured, no one had the courage to dare to provoke them to Mo's house.

Taking out his mobile phone, Li Qin prepared to call his brother Li Yunsheng, who is a senior official of the Night City Procuratorate. Yixuan didn't tell her, she found someone to check, and found out who had started, to see that she didn't want to shut him down for three or five years.

"Yunsheng, Yixuan was beaten. I do n’t know who it was. You found someone to check. After you found him, he was locked up for a few years." After the call was answered, Li Qin angered himself. The brother said a word.

Although her husband Mo Xuming is gone, as long as she has a breath, she will not allow anyone to bully her son, grandson.

She doesn't have any other skills, it just has to do with her. Her ancestor Li's family are all distinguished officials. Nothing else is entitled.

Li Yunsheng on the other side of the phone froze for a moment. Obviously something unexpected, but immediately said awkwardly:

"Sister, I have asked the bureau about Yixuan's fight. It was at the West Lake Hotel that he hit Ye Zhiyuan's son, Ye Hao, and wounded his neck. Now, I'm worried about how the Ye family will suppress this matter if they sue. "