Chapter 786
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Mochen looked at He Lianxiao.
He Lianxiao said, "I'll say it again. If anything happens to me, the heart will be transplanted to Weiwei."
Mochen said, "Their target is me."
He Lianxiao chuckled. "Can the Mo Family and Helian Jing still differentiate between you and me?"
Mochen's gaze fell on He Lianxiao. "My skills should be better than the President's."
He Lianxiao's gaze suddenly wavered and he lost control of his voice. "Other than direct blood relatives, Weiwei might not be able to find a compatible heart!"
Mochen held his breath and looked at He Lianxiao.
He Lianxiao said, "An artificial heart can be transplanted, but it's not guaranteed."
Helian Jing glanced at He Lianxiao when she heard that.
He Lianxiao's breathing was very heavy. "Let's leave it at that."
Mochen glanced at He Lianxiao, pursed his thin lips and laughed. "Your Excellency, you haven't recovered from your injury. Are you sure you won't kill them if you go like this?"
He Lianxiao was speechless.
Mochen's gaze was cold. "Protect Weiwei and the rest. Even if I can't come back before the wedding, the assassins will definitely disappear from this world."
He Lianxiao looked at Mochen. He wasn't angry at his disrespectful words.
If he couldn't destroy the assassins, was he planning to perish together with them?
Mochen glanced at the time. "I'll have to trouble Your Excellency to take care of my grandpa and grandma."
He Lianxiao was speechless.
Mochen glanced at the time, got up and left the study.
He Lianxiao looked at his back view and closed his eyes. His breathing was very heavy.
Helian Jing looked at him. "Ah Xiao."
He Lianxiao opened his eyes, looked at Mochen's back, and shouted, "Manpower …"
Mochen said, "I have enough manpower."
He Lianxiao said, "Weapons …"
Mochen said, "Yes, but Lin Li can come with me."
He Lianxiao called Lin Li.
Lin Li received the order and was on standby.
He Lianxiao went back to his bedroom and laid there for a sleepless night.
If his guess was correct, Mochen's method was simple and crude, with himself as the target.
Since the killer organization wanted his head, wherever he appeared, the killers would appear, and they would take care of one after another?
It was too dangerous. Blood dripped from the tip of the blade!
…
Mochen left the study and made a phone call to arrange someone. When he arrived outside Weiwei's room, the lights were already off.
He stood in front of the window and took a look. Through the thin curtains, he could vaguely see the three of them snuggling together.
He lit a cigarette, took a puff, and left.
Weiwei did not fall asleep. She lay there, very awake.
She tossed and turned, unable to sleep!
She suddenly felt a little flustered and short of breath. She forced herself to calm down.
How she wished that he would be back when she woke up!
But reality proved that it was really an extravagant hope.
The next day, when she woke up, she glanced around and realized that Mo Chen was not around. Her heart felt empty. Her gaze fell on Little Pomelo and the little fellow. She gently hugged the little fellow, and only then did she feel a little better.
Half an hour later, the little fellow and Little Pomelo woke up.
The three of them washed up and went to have breakfast.
Old Master and Old Madam did not see Mochen. They guessed something and their hearts were heavy.
Especially Old Madam.
She had a nightmare last night. She dreamed that Ah Chen was injured and covered in blood. Just thinking about it made her feel uneasy and uneasy.
She had never had such a dream before. It was the first time!
Although she knew that what she thought about during the day was what she dreamed of at night, she still felt uneasy.
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