Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Moody closed his eyes and said in pain: "Dad, don't force me, I don't like her."

"I don't need you to like her. You just need to cultivate a relationship with her. When the time comes, you should get married." Mu Qingtian's words hit Mu Di coldly, without any emotion.

"You like Elena, does she like you? Can you tell clearly whether she likes you or likes to use you?"

Mu Qingtian said in a cold tone: "I can't tolerate my son becoming a waste who only knows how to talk about love, but I only have one son, so I won't touch you... If you continue to be disobedient, I will only touch her. .Understood?"

Moody only felt that there was a rope around his neck. As the arc of his struggle became wider, the rope around his neck became tighter and tighter until he could hardly breathe. His eyes were covered with a layer of gloom and he gave up struggling: "I will go back."

The other end hung up the phone immediately after achieving his goal. Moody could only hear the indiscriminate busy tone coming from the phone, and the beeps were hitting his nerve endings.

He raised his hands sharply.

"Bang!"

The expensive mobile phone hit the wall, broke into pieces and fell on the carpet. It was shocking to see.

It was at this moment that the assistant knocked on the door and came in.

Seeing this scene, I immediately felt as if I was being pinched by the back of my neck. I didn't dare to say anything. I walked in timidly and whispered.

"Young Master Mu, Miss Elena said she wants to see you."

"..."

The assistant didn't get an answer for a long time. He moved his neck and carefully raised his head to observe his reaction, hesitating whether to say it again.

Moody curled his fingers and pinched his palms, took a deep breath and unclenched his fists, gritted his teeth and said, "Tell her that I will be away for two days."

"Ah?" The assistant didn't respond and looked at him in surprise.

Moody felt the surprise on his assistant's face that he had no time to put away, and felt even more ironic. He twitched the corners of his mouth, unable to suppress the cold cruelty in his eyes, and his chest was so compressed that it was about to explode.

Moody also sneered: "Have you seen a duck?"

"?"

The assistant was scared: "Mu, Mr. Mu?"

The man's suit was straight and outlined his narrow waist. His leather shoes stepped on the broken mobile phone into seven or eight pieces on the ground. He walked to the wine cabinet and pulled out a bottle of hard liquor from it. He unscrewed the cap and poured a glass, raising his hand to drink. Half a cup was eaten.

He walked back again under the assistant's attention. His handsome face was hidden in the shadow of the light, and the curved smile on his lips did not reach his eyes.

Those cold and sinister eyes stared at him.

"Look at me."

"..."

The assistant was freaking out.

"Tsk." Moody took another sip of wine, the strong liquor rolled down his throat, and asked him: "Do you think I look like a duck?"

The assistant trembled: "Mu, Mr. Mu, you are drunk."

Moody paused when he heard the sound, and there was no smile on his eyelashes, as if he was talking to his assistant or saying to himself: "Am I just a male prostitute in his eyes?"

Eleanor wanted to call him to tea, so that his father could urgently summon him back regardless of what he was busy with.

Who is he?

Maybe in that woman's eyes, he's not even a duck!

After all, you need money to order duck, but you don’t even need money to order him!

Veins bulged in Mo Di's temples, and he swung his hand and smashed the cup he had just taken.

"boom--"

A harsh cracking sound was heard in the room again.

The assistant did not dare to make any sound and even stopped breathing.

The corners of Moody's mouth raised, and his handsome face twisted into a big smile, but it didn't make people happy, it only made people scared.

"Let me get ready, I want to go back to the Sixth Continent."