Game of the Controller: Wife Wins Husband

That was a tragic memory that Xia Qing wanted to bury completely. The feeling of being resented by long-legged and big-breasted beauties of various nationalities and identities was not much better than falling into a pit of ghosts. Therefore, since returning to China,

Unless it was extremely necessary, she never took the initiative to provoke Mo Chuan, adhering to the principle of getting as far away as possible, and she worked hard to maintain two parallel lines with Mr. Mo.

Who would have thought that such an immortal person would meet him at such a time and place.

Not to mention, there is Jun Qi standing not far away.

The moment Mo Chuan called out her name, she clearly felt a sharp gaze coming down on her. Unconsciously, she stopped and stood there.

With one hand in her pocket, Young Master Mo stepped forward gracefully, and suddenly pulled off the brim of her hat that she had deliberately lowered with her big hand, letting the handful of long black hair flow out like a waterfall.

"Still so beautiful." He admired, curved his thin lips, and smiled heartily. Just like Xia Qing remembered, there was no limit to his evil nature.

Xia Qing didn't want to bother with him anymore. She took back her hat and glared at Mo Chuan coldly, "Master Chuan, please respect yourself and don't always make disturbing jokes."

"Is there any?" Mo Chuan didn't care and looked at Xia Qing with interest. His peach blossom eyes glanced not far away and then immediately looked back.

"I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first. Goodbye... No, I should never see you again." She put her hat back on her head and stared at her head.

Did she leave? Huh! You are really forgetful.

"Contact me again, Xiaoqing." Mo Chuan waved from behind, then stretched out his slender and straight left leg seemingly casually.

The time was calculated just right.

A man who was chasing after him in anger staggered and almost tripped.

However, what is annoying is that at the moment he fell, he suddenly reached out to support the ground very quickly, and did a perfect one-hand somersault of 100 degrees, which simply and directly resolved the almost fatal fall.

An embarrassing situation is about to occur.

The accident that happened within just a few seconds gave Xia Qing the opportunity to leave.

Mo Chuan faced the storm-brewing ink-stained eyes without fear, and shrugged without sincerity, "I'm so sorry, Mr. Jun."

"Get out of the way." Jun Qi clenched his fist.

"Tonight Dihao is holding a grand banquet. Many troublesome people are coming for you, Mr. Jun. Come up quickly and don't keep them waiting." Mo Chuan warmly invited, his tall body covering his face unceremoniously.

He blocked the way to block Jun Qi's pursuit, and deliberately acted as an unsightly stumbling block to buy time for his cute elementary school girl to escape.

"I'm going to do something and I'll come back later." As soon as he finished speaking, the man had already passed Mo Chuan and continued to pursue him.

Young Master Mo touched his chin and smiled playfully, "You are a major general with a background in special forces. His skills are indeed good. Hey, Master Jun, everyone is waiting for you. Don't wait too long."

In the empty parking lot, the pale fluorescent lights made his face look slightly pale.