Wild Games: The Devil Let My Mommy Go

Ling Shaomo then realized what was going on and said angrily: "Ye Yanmo, why are you holding my girlfriend? Let her go!" He wanted to come over./⊙﹏⊙bwww

"Master Ling, I think we need to have a good talk. Let's find a place."

Ye Yanmo casually opened the door of Ling Shaomo's car and got in unceremoniously: "You choose the place. I'll treat you!"

He also pulled Yin Yanyan in smoothly: "Yan Yan, come up. It's rare for Mr. Ling to come to D City and travel all the way to deliver Yin Guo. It's both credit and hard work. We have to invite him once to express our gratitude.

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His hand strength was neither strong nor weak, and Yin Yanyan was pulled in by him and sat side by side with him in a blink of an eye.

"Hey, you..." Yin Yanyan struggled a little.

She wanted to sit in Ling Shaomo's car, but she didn't expect that he would also get in...

"Yan Yan, Mr. Ling went all the way to send your child off to you. You don't even want to lose his face, right? Do you really don't want to ride in his car?" Ye Yanmo clasped one of her little hands with one palm and smiled.

Overwhelming the country and the city.

Yin Yanyan's black line, she originally thought that as soon as Ling Shaomo came, she would just get in his car and everything would be fine and escape from Ye Yanmo's 'devil's clutches'.

But I didn't expect that he would strike first and do something like this!

Let him put it this way, it doesn't matter if she gets out of the car or if she stays in the car...

Ling Shaomo was also stunned. He didn't expect Ye Yanmo to get into his car just like that.

Hasn't this guy always had a mysophobia?

Haven't you always disliked the smell of hormones in his car?

He said there were too many women in his car...

Why did you take the initiative to get into his car this time?

The sun rises from the west?

He is here to pick up Yin Yanyan, not this 'old friend'!

He was used to going his own way and didn't like giving face to others. Of course, this time, he didn't want to give Ye Yanmo face either.

His handsome face sank, as if a storm was about to come: "Ye Yanmo, I don't think I have anything to talk about with you now!"

His face dropped, and his cold and stern aura was astonishing. If it were his subordinates, they would have been so frightened that they would have been so scared that they would have been as silent as cicadas.

But the target of his anger was Ye Yanmo. The two had similar status. Ye Yanmo's company was even bigger than his, and the backend was a little tougher than his.

Power cannot suppress the other party.[

Of course, he can also choose to throw Ye Yanmo out of the car, but the prerequisite is that Ye Yanmo doesn't fight back and lets him throw it away...

That chance is almost zero.

If he really wants to take action, he is more likely to be thrown out of the car...

He can't be beaten again and again, and he can't be suppressed by power. This feeling is very bad.

So Ling Shaomo's face was as gloomy as the sky in June, and he wanted to use words to drive the other person off the bus.

Ye Yanmo smiled and didn't care at all about his extremely smelly face: "Young Master Ling, it doesn't matter if you don't have anything to talk about. I want to have a good talk with you. Let's drive. It's almost noon, and Yan Yan is also

I’m hungry. Let’s find a place to eat and chat.”

Ling Shaomo clenched his fists and his face became even more disgusting: "If you want to talk, you can go back to your own private car!"

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