I! The villain leader, the protagonists are mentally broken

After all, Lin Qingqiu was still ‘soft-hearted’.

When did the little flower in the greenhouse really see a human life?

Although her parents were killed by Lin Hua’s family, she still chose to... make Lin Hua’s family live a life worse than death.

The girl’s choice surprised Mo Cinian a little.

Originally, he thought... Lin Qingqiu should choose to let Lin Hua’s family go to jail.

But she actually wanted to make Lin Hua’s family live a life worse than death?

I have seen many living Bodhisattvas, but this is the first time I have seen a living King of Hell.

It seems that Lin Qingqiu, the good girl, has gradually turned evil.

"Is your foot better?"

"Yes... a little better!"

"Let me see~"

"......"

The girl seemed to have accepted her fate and stopped resisting, letting Mo Cinian take advantage of her.

Mo Cinian was not a foot fetishist, but he could not help but feel emotional.

It had to be the heroine of the novel, Run!

This kind of perfect leg shape... I'm afraid it will only appear in novels, and it will instantly kill those so-called leg models.

With such perfect legs, it would be a pity not to ride a tricycle.

......

When the car passed a supermarket, Lin Qingqiu called it to stop.

"What's the matter?"

"I... I have something to do! You... you wait for me"

"Yeah"

After saying that, Lin Qingqiu trotted out.

A few minutes later, he returned to the car.

"Going shopping?"

"Yeah... yeah" The girl's cheeks were flushed.

Even her neck was stained with a faint pink.

Who is Mo Cinian? At first glance, he could tell that something was wrong with Lin Qingqiu.

It was not difficult to guess what she bought by connecting the context.

"Heh~"

She just chuckled and didn't say much.

"Where shall we go next?" Lin Qingqiu asked softly.

"What do you think?"

Mo Cinian gave her a meaningful smile.

"......"

......

"It's great, you can stay in the top suite without spending money in a hotel"

Mo Cinian sighed.

He also experienced the feeling of being a prince. He opened a hotel by himself and didn't spend a dime in the top suite. That feeling was still very cool.

The top suite cost more than 100,000 yuan a night. Even in his previous life... it was very painful to stay for one night.

But it didn't matter to him now.

Although the dog author wrote the ending of his villain a little sloppily and forced the plot to kill him, it should be said that... his background and strength are first-class.

Nonsense, if he is not strong, how can he highlight the protagonist's awesomeness?

In his previous life, he sometimes had to think about spending money, but now?

He doesn't have to worry about money at all!

Not long after, Lin Qingqiu came out of the bathroom.

She was wearing a pure white nightgown, her wet long hair cascading down, and a few drops of water could be seen on her smooth collarbone. Her snow-white skin was pink under the steaming water mist.

The whole person looked like she came out of a comic book.

If Chen Hong is a Korean comic young woman, then Lin Qingqiu is a Japanese comic girl.

Lin Qingqiu was startled by Mo Cinian's eyes and bit her thin lips lightly.

At this time, she was extremely nervous.

"Come here!"

Mo Cinian hooked his hand.

Just as Lin Qingqiu was hesitating, a mobile phone rang.

"Which bastard is so ignorant?"

Mo Cinian started to curse.

Open the phone and take a look.

Note: Old immortal.

After thinking for a while, Mo Cinian remembered.

This is his cheap father in this world.

Mo Cinian gestured to Lin Qingqiu, and the girl nodded.

After the call was connected.

The voice on the other end was very noisy, and it seemed that a woman's voice could be heard?

"Hello? What are you doing, little bastard? Why did you answer the phone just now?"

The voice was a little rough.

"Old immortal, why did you think of calling me?"

Mo Cinian smiled and said.

Although the conversation between father and son was against the sky, he knew very well that the original body had always used this tone to talk to his father.

"Little bastard, how do you talk to your father?"

"Hehe..."

Mo Cinian, who inherited the memory of the original body, knew his cheap father very well.

Mo Zhanhong, it sounded like a

A legendary name.

He was able to transform from a small arms smuggler into a respected arms tycoon, and even opened his own arms company? He had an independent production and manufacturing chain... It was enough to show that this man was really amazing.

Especially in the West, where racial discrimination is more serious, it is really difficult for a person with an oriental face to make a name for himself.

But... this man is a playboy, with many wives and concubines, just like a big stallion who is in heat all the time.

Mo Cinian even doubted whether his cheap father was also a son of luck?

For example, if he was bound to a system of having many children and many blessings, he could become very powerful as long as he married many wives and had many children.

...

However, due to the death of the original mother, there was a gap between the father and son, and the original owner always had a grudge against Mo Zhanhong.

"Is the money enough? If not, I'll give you some more?"

"No need!"

"How can you do without money? Without money, you can't even find a girl"

"Hehe... I'm not like you. I don't play yachts and never drive impars. I have enough money."

Mo Zinian began to sneer.

Mo Zhanhong's old face was a little embarrassed. Why didn't he realize that his son was so sharp-tongued before?

He quickly changed the subject.

"By the way... I heard from Chen Jiu... You are still pursuing that girl named Lin? Haven't you gotten her yet?"

"Let me tell you... No one will refuse money. If you are rejected, it can only mean that you are not spending money in the right way, or that you are not spending enough!"

"Let me tell you, don't drive your broken Ferrari anymore. I recently found a good thing, a rare item that only exists in the world. I had to ask others for it because I couldn't bear to drive it myself~"

"Oh? What is it?"

If Mo Zhanhong can call it a good thing... then it must be a good thing.

Is there only one car in the world?

As a sports car enthusiast, Mo Cinian is really tempted.

"Hehe... I have asked someone to airfreight it to you. You will definitely like it... Your Ferrari is just a docile little sheep in front of it!"

"I really can't bear to part with it~"

Mo Cinian: "..."

What car are you talking about?

The riddle man must not hose!

The old man Mo Zhanhong was like an African grey parrot, chattering away a lot of useless words, which made his ears almost calloused.

"Oh! By the way, little Adele told me yesterday...she missed you and asked when you could come back. If you don't come back...she will go to find you, you know...no one can stop her"

"Adele?"

When Mo Cinian thought of this name, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly.