Signing In At The Civil Affairs Bureau, I Was Rewarded With A Gorgeous Wife

Chapter 225 This title is pretty good, do you like it?

On the suburban highway, two sports cars were racing wildly, one chasing the other.

Mo Huanqing held the steering wheel with a sense of indescribable satisfaction. This was what a sports car was all about! The power, the acceleration, the comfort!

Truly, damn enviable!

But Song Yun was about to die soon, and all of this would belong to him!

"Beep beep beep!"

Mo Huanqing sounded the horn and then noticed a river up ahead within his field of vision, not too wide, not too narrow – just wide enough to fit Song Yun's car laden with poison.

Heaven helps me!

Heaven helps me!

When Song Yun has an accident, I'll just say he crashed into the river because he was going too fast!

He slowly reduced his speed, then stopped by the riverside.

Playing dumb, Song Yun also stopped and opened the car door, asking, "Brother Huanqing, is there a problem?"

"I can't beat you, I admit defeat."

Mo Huanqing shook his head in feigned regret and laughed, "I didn't expect your driving skills to be so superb. I'm thoroughly convinced by your prowess."

"Hahaha, you're just flattering me."

Song Yun laughed and patted the other's shoulder before taking out a packet of unbranded cigarettes from his pocket, "Care for one?"

"I don't."

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"Then that's really a pity."

Song Yun sat on the hood of the car laden with poison, looking at the raging river and said, "Life is like this river. Even if you don't want to move forward, there will always be countless reasons, countless external forces pushing you onward. Huanqing, who's pushing you from behind?"

"No one, I guess. I'm all alone now, and even if I wanted to strive for something, I wouldn't know what to strive for."

Mo Huanqing stood behind Song Yun, his hand reaching toward his lower back.

"Huanqing! Don't give up on yourself, you still have us, your friends!"

Song Yun suddenly turned his head, grabbed the other's shoulder, and shook it violently. Then he asked suspiciously, "Hey, what are you doing with your hand behind your back?"

To avoid drawing attention, Ugly Ox twisted Mo Huanqing's neck with a strong hand, deepening his grip with a grim expression.

Mo Huanqing's face turned red, his hands beating on Ugly Ox's robust arm. After a dozen seconds, his legs kicked out, and he died!

"Mr. Song, how should we handle him?"

Ugly Ox asked respectfully.

"Make it discreet."

Song Yun sighed and headed back with the poison.

At the Villa of the Huas.

Song Yun pushed open the door. Song Bu sat on the sofa casually and asked, "Is it all taken care of?"

"Yes, Ugly Ox is a useful pawn."

"Just a big fool," Song Bu waved his hand dismissively, "Zi Mouse has already set a time for Ugly Ox and another to return to the organization. How do you plan to deal with the real Mo Huanqing? It might be difficult for Ugly Ox to explain if you don't follow them back."

"What a headache."

Massaging his temples, Song Yun said indifferently, "I'll attend the interrogation in a while. You arrange the scenario for Ugly Ox's rescue."

Song Yun had just returned and sat down for a few minutes before having to leave again. Ye Qingqing hugged Song Yun, full of reluctance. Her husband had done so much for the family; as a wife, she didn't crave wealth or luxury; all she wanted was for the father of her child to be safe and sound!

"You must be careful!"

Ye Qingqing lifted her face to instruct him.

"Don't worry, I'm going to act, not really fight."

Song Yun stroked his wife's hair, his chin resting on her head, smelling her scent and feeling filled with strength.

The place arranged for Mo Huanqing was a secluded wilderness. Finding such a place in the bustling Magic Capital had indeed required a lot of effort from Huang Baoding.

Song Yun entered the dark room where the orange glow of the flickering light bulb added to the tense atmosphere.

"Mo Huanqing, hello."

By then, Mo Huanqing had been injected with muscle relaxants and could do nothing but talk as he lay on the bed.

"To the victor go the spoils! If you've got the guts, just kill me! Kill me! I've got nothing left to live for anyway!"

Mo Huanqing turned his neck with all his might, staring daggers at Song Yun.