Rebirth: National Crown Prince

He did not forget that his surname was Mo, and the ink used for ink painting was not Mo Si's ink, so the people in the Mo Si family had nothing to do with him.

"Mo Yu, I'm coming with you!" In this situation, Feng Lin was not willing to stay alone with this clingy man.

Mo Yu said without mercy: "No need, it's too much trouble."

Feng Lin: "..."

Heartbroken.

"Who do you think is in the way?" Now Mo Siyao became dissatisfied.

Mo Yuzheng said: "You two."

Mo Siyao glared, "You are really annoying."

"Brother Feng Lin, he won't let us follow him, so we insist on going." Mo Siyao has always been willful and will act as he pleases.

Mo Yu did not continue to talk to these two people, turned and left the door, and in the blink of an eye, the figure disappeared around the corner.

Feng Lin: "Get up, people are almost gone." He looked helplessly at Mo Siyao, who had been hugging his waist.

Hearing this, Mo Siyao immediately let go of his arms and raised his head arrogantly, "Don't be afraid, we have a car."

Feng Lin's mouth twitched slightly: "..."

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Wan Zexi plugged in his headphones and sat on the sofa in the lounge.

The young man's posture was quite regular. After all, it was his own territory and he could not act arbitrarily. If Wan Zexi saw this, Xiao Hei would probably be surprised.

You know, the prince of his family has always been used to being wanton, with a very unruly temper and a cold nature. Don't expect her to be able to restrain herself anywhere.

Qiao Xi'an was a little impatient. They had been sitting here waiting for nearly two hours.

I got here at eight o'clock, and it's already ten o'clock now.

Wang Xiao seemed very embarrassed. Although he didn't know why he didn't arrive for a long time, the atmosphere was really weird.

"Master!" Qiao Xi'an couldn't help but look down at the handsome young man leaning on the large European and American style sofa.

Wan Zexi's eyebrows were a little cold, and she tapped her knees with her fingertips, one after another in an extremely regular manner.

Seeing that the young man didn't speak, Qiao Xi'an understood. He whispered: "I understand, Master."

Wang Xiao, who was sitting next to him, felt confused. This time he deeply realized that he and Wan Zexi were from two different worlds.

"Here it comes!" Wan Zexi stopped shaking his fingertips, and softly uttered these two words with his red lips.

Because she heard footsteps.

"Sorry, I'm late." A middle-aged man dressed in a fashionable but restrained manner walked in.

Qiao Xi'an narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the man who walked in. His eyes were a little dark.

The man in front of him was tall and tall, and his eyes looked at Wan Zexi with a hint of apology.

He spoke fluent and beautiful Chinese: "This must be Mr. Wan! It's really better to hear once than to see him. He is indeed more handsome than imagined!"

Wan Zexi didn't show it on the surface, she raised her lips slightly with a half-smile, "I don't dare to take it seriously, but Mr. Yin En is a bit younger than I thought."

Yin Enqiaos smiled slightly, like an old fox that had become a spirit. He naturally knew the reason why the overly beautiful young man in front of him asked him to meet.

Wan Zexi didn't want to beat around the bush anymore and said straightforwardly: "Mr. Yin En, I believe you also know the reason why this junior is here. I have a friend with an injured hand. I hope that the new treatment technology you have researched can help him." Treatment recovery.”

Because the two people spoke Chinese, Wang Xiao naturally understood it. He secretly observed the foreigner in front of him.

Even if he is not a very knowledgeable person, he can still feel the reserved and gentlemanly temperament of the foreigner in front of him.

Yin Enqiaos smiled and said: "Mr. Wan, don't worry, secretary, give Mr. Wan and the others a cup of coffee."

"Okay." The beautiful and stylish female secretary immediately went to pour a few cups of coffee.

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