A Sweet Marriage Is Worth Billions: Mysterious Young Master Moh’s Cute and Sweet Wife

   "It doesn't hurt anymore."

  "Are you Shao Mo?" Mo Yongqiang just felt strange, so he followed him all the way.

  Looking at Shen Chengjing and Lin Qinghui chatting, he was waiting for the opportunity, but he didn't expect that someone really came to her. This person is not someone else, but the man who went to school that day.

   Seeing Mo Yongqiang coming out, a few black lines appeared on Shen Chengjing's forehead, and he felt a little lingering.

  As a man, he turned right and wrong so unreasonably, coupled with the previous things, his image has long disappeared, and now he is still following him?

  Mo Yanchen stroked the coffee cup with his fingertips, ignored him, and looked directly at Shen Chengjing: "No one can hit here casually."

   "Shao Mo, that was just a misunderstanding." Mo Yongqiang was anxious, no matter whether he was polite or not, he interrupted again.

The feeling of being ignored by Mo Yanchen is very uncomfortable.

   "Young Master Mo? Who are you calling?" Mo Yanchen's magnetic but slightly majestic voice sounded, and looked at Mo Yongqiang suspiciously: "If you want to climb higher, then find the wrong person."

  He has never used Shao Mo to claim to himself. Moreover, he has never been proud of the Mo family. Now everything he owns depends on his hard work with both hands.

  "Are you not Shao Mo?" Mo Yongqiang narrowed his eyes, looked at him in disbelief, and then at Shen Chengjing, wondering how many men she had.

   "Let's go." She said softly, but not too warm, and got up to leave.

Mo Yongqiang stood in front of her, and he said in an imploring tone: "Orange Jing, they all say that one night husband and wife will be good for a hundred days. At any rate, we have been together for more than a year, can you not save it? I really need to see Young Master Mo in an urgent matter, can you help me? As long as this time, I am willing to do whatever you say."

  As long as he climbs up to the Mohist school, it will be the day when he rises to the top. At that time, does he want anything? Do you still need to talk to others in such a low voice?

  The momentum of Lin Qinghui today completely made him understand that as long as he is strong, he can stand up and demonstrate in front of others.

   "I'm sorry, I can't help you." She indifferently refused without hesitation, with a sense of indifference in her eyes.

  He stretched out his hand to clasp her hand. In the next moment, one of his hands was faster than his. He pinched his wrist and twisted hard, and there was a burning sensation in his wrist.

   "Ah." Mo Yongqiang's wrist was broken alive.

  He took a painful step back: "Do you dare to hurt me?"

"She's not the person you should touch. If you ask for someone, you should have a begging gesture. As a man, you don't even need dignity. What's the point of being alive? Don't come out and lose a man's face." He said harshly, stretching out his hand. After Shen Chengjing, he threw down a few banknotes before leaving.

  Mo Yongqiang tried to endure the pain and followed, and was suddenly thrown over by a coffee cup, hitting his lower body.

   "Ah." He hugged his lower body and jumped a few times, holding the man's life in his hands. root. The child's position was so painful that he stayed on one side, but it was a pity that Mo Yanchen's wrist was twisted and dislocated, and he had just pushed **** the table, and his pain made him scream like a pig.

   "Sir, how are you? Anything?" At this moment, a waiter stepped forward and tried to support him, but the coffee in his hand "accidentally" fell over his head.

   "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She stepped forward to support him, but she slipped and kicked him to death. root. Zi, he screamed and fainted.

   Mo Wen stood in the dark, looking behind the scenes, then turned around and left.