Rebirth of a wealthy family: the chief supernatural sweetheart

"Grandpa Mo, don't be sad." Yan Qiaoxin patted his back lightly behind Grandpa Mo's back, and slowly injected spiritual energy into Grandpa Mo's body while helping him smooth his Qi.Grandpa Mo is getting old, and being in a sad mood will not be good for his health. He may have cardiovascular or blood pressure problems. She is afraid that Grandpa Mo will almost pass out like he did in the police station, so she has to use up the spiritual energy in her body.

Grandpa Mo's tear-filled eyes looked at his beloved grandson with pity. Suddenly, he noticed that Mo Shangzhe's eyelids moved, and he looked at Mo Shangzhe in surprise.

"Shang Zhe, Shang Zhe?"

Mo Shangzhe, who was in a daze, heard his grandpa's call, his red and swollen eyes opened a gap, and the grandpa who loved him the most came into view.

"Shang Zhe, it's Grandpa, can you see Grandpa?" Mo Lao called sadly.Seeing Mo Shangzhe woke up, Yan Qiaoxin immediately opened the door and ran out to find the attending doctor.

Hehe, am I about to die, and I saw Grandpa...

Mo Shangzhe's brain didn't even realize where he was now, a tear fell from the corner of his eye, a self-deprecating smile slowly formed on the corner of his mouth, and those dark eyes slowly closed.

When Mo Lao saw that Mo Shangzhe closed his eyes again, he shouted in fear: "Shangzhe, wake up, Shangzhe, grandpa came to see you, it's grandpa's fault, grandpa shouldn't let you live here alone Yes, it's all my grandfather's fault!"

Hearing that Mo Shangzhe had closed his eyes, he opened them again. He looked at the almost real grandpa in front of him in panic, and he couldn't imagine his own eyes.The doctor opened the door and walked in. Seeing Mo Shangzhe who had woken up, he immediately stepped forward to check his wound.

It was only when the cold stethoscope was attached to Mo Shangzhe's body that he came back to his senses. He looked at the clean and spacious ward, at the busy doctor, at Yan Qiaoxin standing by, and at the worried grandfather.Only then did he suddenly realize that all this turned out to be real!

"Master, master..." Mo Shangzhe struggled to utter these two words from his hoarse throat.

"Shang Zhe, my Shang Zhe, woo woo woo, my grandson! These goddamn bastards!" Mo Lao held Mo Shangzhe's scarred little hand and cried loudly.

Mo Shangzhe also opened his mouth, panting heavily, tears kept pouring out of his eyes, but no crying sound could come out of his throat.

Yan Qiaoxin stood aside and watched them, wiping the tears from her face with emotion.

Mo Shangzhe, who was crying bitterly, suddenly passed out, and Mo Lao exclaimed: "Doctor, doctor, what's wrong with my grandson!"

The doctor hastily picked up the flashlight and glanced over Mo Shangzhe's eyelids, and then observed the various indicators on the instrument. Then he said with a sigh of relief: "The patient is just malnourished and his body is too weak. I passed out, but nothing serious happened. Most of the wounds on my body were traumatic. I guess there will be no problem after a month or two after applying the medicine. It’s just that the patient’s pancreas has a lot of internal injuries, so he needs to rest and observe, so avoid taking it It is very important to maintain a good mental state while eating raw and cold food."

"Thank you, thank you!" Mo Lao looked at the doctor gratefully.

Mo Lao looked worriedly at Mo Shangzhe who was wrapped into a mummy, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said in a cold voice: "Anyone who has anything to do with this matter must not let them go! "

"What does Grandpa Mo want to do?"

"I think what you did before is good. Public opinion is indeed a terrible method! Since the other party can keep the media reporters in City H silent, then I can let other media reporters except City H report this case. Is it possible? Can he still control all the media reporters?"

"What if the other party really has this ability?" Yan Qiaoxin asked suspiciously.

Mo Lao snorted coldly: "If he really has this ability, he will definitely show his feet with such a big move, so that he can immediately know who the murderer is!"

Yan Qiaoxin's eyes lit up when she heard the words, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky outside the window, accompanied by deafening thunder.

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The Beijing Morning Post, one of the newspapers with the highest circulation and influence in China, is one of the most timely news in China.Reading the Beijing Morning Post every day is something that people must do every day. The Beijing Morning Post has already been integrated into people's daily life and is inseparable.

Today, the home page of the Beijing Morning Post published a piece of news "Many girls were sexually assaulted and innocent children were imprisoned"!

The people who read this newspaper were in an uproar. Everyone could not have imagined that there would be such beasts in a harmonious society. Those were all young girls, how did the gangsters manage to do so!

People hastily flipped through the internal magazine to read, only to see that it clearly described the scene of Wang Dandan's tragic death in the toilet, which made people indignant and cursed.

The newspaper also reported that Mo Shangzhe, the first witness to the murder case, kindly called the police, but was arrested as a criminal suspect and sentenced to death with insufficient evidence.

At the end of the article, a few pictures are attached. The content of the pictures is the news from the major newspapers and TV stations in H City that reported this case before. After a few days, all the news about this case evaporated and disappeared.A reporter from the Beijing Morning Post satirized everyone as if they had chosen to forget about this case tacitly!

Previously, the influence of TV stations and newspapers in City H was limited to City H. Since the news media reporters in City H were unwilling or unable to report on this case, how about national coverage?So what if the murderer hiding in the dark has a background?Could his hand reach the imperial capital so quickly?Can it reach any corner of the motherland?

As soon as the Beijing Morning Post was sold that day, the matter immediately swept across the country like a hurricane. People influenced by Confucianism turned their attention to City H angrily. People wanted to know what happened to the media reporters in City H. Wanting to know whether the child who was sentenced to death was wronged, people feel sorry for those little girls who were spoiled.

All of a sudden, the telephones of newspaper offices and TV stations in City H were almost ringing off the hook by media reporters from all over the country. People who were eager to get first-hand information had already packed up their equipment and rushed over to City H by car.

"Manager Wang, what should we do? The phone is about to explode, and many reporters want to interview us. How should we answer when we are asked?" Reporter A asked anxiously.

"That's right, there are already several reporters standing downstairs and wanting to rush up, what should we say?" Reporter B glanced down from the window.

Manager Wang was smoking a cigarette with a headache. He never expected that this matter would be reported by the Beijing Morning Post. The matter had already been exposed.But after all, he works in City H, and many things are beyond his control.