Chapter 136
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The smile on Tong jiumo's face suddenly coagulated. It's just that he stopped the wrong car. As for being so angry?
She wanted to explain something, but Lord Yan's eyes were too frightening. The man sat beside her with straight and long legs. His white shirt lined his tall and straight figure. He had a handsome suffocating face, sharp facial features, sexy thin lips tightly closed into a cold straight line, looking extremely overbearing and arrogant. A pair of deep and dark black eyes were more like spitting fire.
That's scary!
Let Tong jiumo argue again, there is no way, because Mo Qijue directly asked people to take Tong jiumo on the bus.
When Tong jiumo saw passers-by, she stretched out a hand for help to them, but the other party turned a blind eye!
Who dares to provoke the cold king of hell?
Interfere if you want to die!
"Mr. Mo, even if you don't accept my apology, you have no right to take me away!"
Tong jiumo clung to the door with his small hand, wanted to open the door and get off, and made a final struggle.
But in vain.
"Drive!"
Prince Ye Mo Qijue snorted coldly, and the whole handsome face sank.
Mo Qijue reached out and took her dislocated hand.
"Ah -" Tong jiumo exclaimed, grinning with pain.
She pressed her dislocated hand with one hand, but she didn't notice that her sharp sword like eyes were narrowing dangerously.
This woman... Did things unexpectedly.
When Tong jiumo looked back, she looked at his cold dark eyes. Her momentum weakened instantly and said with a fake smile, "Mr. Mo, what do you really want to do? Be gentle... It hurts..."
Under the darkness, the street lights flashed, and his whole heroic and handsome face looked extremely cold and indifferent in the backlight, refusing people thousands of miles away.
"Who gave you the courage to stop my car?"
Mo Qijue's sword eyebrow was slightly frowned, his face was cold, and with the cool breath of hell, he approached her, and she was scared to breathe.
She was 165 meters tall and pitifully Petite in front of the cold king of hell, who was completely stunned by his cold momentum.
"Click -"
Mo Qijue shook her dislocated hand a few times, and then took it back.
"Go back to the manor villa."
A command.
The young master's car is luxurious, spacious and comfortable.
Tong jiumo sits like a needle and felt, and his heart bumps like a deer.
Inside the car, there was silence.
Tong jiumo moved quietly to the window.
Being oppressed by this man's momentum is really frightening.
He dislocated her hand, but now she took it back three or two times. It's really rude!
Not gentle at all!
"Come here!"
Mo Qijue's fierce eagle eyes glanced at her and ordered in a deep voice.
"No!"
Tong jiumo grabbed the door handle and moved symbolically, but he couldn't open the door.
Mo Qijue frowned slightly, moved his body, sat beside her, extended his long arm and brought Tong jiumo.
Tong jiumo struggled with him, but unexpectedly, he pushed him into his strong and generous arms.
"Little cute, we are lucky to see you. We have meat and wine to drink with you."
The drunken Ye Jingshi glanced back, joked, and whistled angrily.
Ye Jingshi winked at Mo Qijue and smiled brightly!
Little master Mo, the boy chicken, had an unclear relationship with Tong jiumo a few years ago. Unfortunately, what relationship does the seven Lord Mo have with Tong jiumo?
Today was Mu Wanqing's death day. He accompanied Mo Qijue to the seaside wharf.
Who expected someone to worship Mu Wanqing first.
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The smile on Tong jiumo's face suddenly coagulated. It's just that he stopped the wrong car. As for being so angry?
She wanted to explain something, but Lord Yan's eyes were too frightening. The man sat beside her with straight and long legs. His white shirt lined his tall and straight figure. He had a handsome suffocating face, sharp facial features, sexy thin lips tightly closed into a cold straight line, looking extremely overbearing and arrogant. A pair of deep and dark black eyes were more like spitting fire.
That's scary!
Let Tong jiumo argue again, there is no way, because Mo Qijue directly asked people to take Tong jiumo on the bus.
When Tong jiumo saw passers-by, she stretched out a hand for help to them, but the other party turned a blind eye!
Who dares to provoke the cold king of hell?
Interfere if you want to die!
"Mr. Mo, even if you don't accept my apology, you have no right to take me away!"
Tong jiumo clung to the door with his small hand, wanted to open the door and get off, and made a final struggle.
But in vain.
"Drive!"
Prince Ye Mo Qijue snorted coldly, and the whole handsome face sank.
Mo Qijue reached out and took her dislocated hand.
"Ah -" Tong jiumo exclaimed, grinning with pain.
She pressed her dislocated hand with one hand, but she didn't notice that her sharp sword like eyes were narrowing dangerously.
This woman... Did things unexpectedly.
When Tong jiumo looked back, she looked at his cold dark eyes. Her momentum weakened instantly and said with a fake smile, "Mr. Mo, what do you really want to do? Be gentle... It hurts..."
Under the darkness, the street lights flashed, and his whole heroic and handsome face looked extremely cold and indifferent in the backlight, refusing people thousands of miles away.
"Who gave you the courage to stop my car?"
Mo Qijue's sword eyebrow was slightly frowned, his face was cold, and with the cool breath of hell, he approached her, and she was scared to breathe.
She was 165 meters tall and pitifully Petite in front of the cold king of hell, who was completely stunned by his cold momentum.
"Click -"
Mo Qijue shook her dislocated hand a few times, and then took it back.
"Go back to the manor villa."
A command.
The young master's car is luxurious, spacious and comfortable.
Tong jiumo sits like a needle and felt, and his heart bumps like a deer.
Inside the car, there was silence.
Tong jiumo moved quietly to the window.
Being oppressed by this man's momentum is really frightening.
He dislocated her hand, but now she took it back three or two times. It's really rude!
Not gentle at all!
"Come here!"
Mo Qijue's fierce eagle eyes glanced at her and ordered in a deep voice.
"No!"
Tong jiumo grabbed the door handle and moved symbolically, but he couldn't open the door.
Mo Qijue frowned slightly, moved his body, sat beside her, extended his long arm and brought Tong jiumo.
Tong jiumo struggled with him, but unexpectedly, he pushed him into his strong and generous arms.
"Little cute, we are lucky to see you. We have meat and wine to drink with you."
The drunken Ye Jingshi glanced back, joked, and whistled angrily.
Ye Jingshi winked at Mo Qijue and smiled brightly!
Little master Mo, the boy chicken, had an unclear relationship with Tong jiumo a few years ago. Unfortunately, what relationship does the seven Lord Mo have with Tong jiumo?
Today was Mu Wanqing's death day. He accompanied Mo Qijue to the seaside wharf.
Who expected someone to worship Mu Wanqing first.
The smile on Tong jiumo's face suddenly coagulated. It's just that he stopped the wrong car. As for being so angry?She wanted to explain something, but Lord Yan's eyes were too frightening. The man sat beside her with straight and long legs. His white shirt lined his tall and straight figure. He had a handsome suffocating face, sharp facial features, sexy thin lips tightly closed into a cold straight line, looking extremely overbearing and arrogant. A pair of deep and dark black eyes were more like spitting fire.That's scary!Let Tong jiumo argue again, there is no way, because Mo Qijue directly asked people to take Tong jiumo on the bus.When Tong jiumo saw passers-by, she stretched out a hand for help to them, but the other party turned a blind eye!Who dares to provoke the cold king of hell?Interfere if you want to die!"Mr. Mo, even if you don't accept my apology, you have no right to take me away!"Tong jiumo clung to the door with his small hand, wanted to open the door and get off, and made a final struggle.But in vain."Drive!"Prince Ye Mo Qijue snorted coldly, and the whole handsome face sank.Mo Qijue reached out and took her dislocated hand."Ah -" Tong jiumo exclaimed, grinning with pain.She pressed her dislocated hand with one hand, but she didn't notice that her sharp sword like eyes were narrowing dangerously.This woman... Did things unexpectedly.When Tong jiumo looked back, she looked at his cold dark eyes. Her momentum weakened instantly and said with a fake smile, "Mr. Mo, what do you really want to do? Be gentle... It hurts..."Under the darkness, the street lights flashed, and his whole heroic and handsome face looked extremely cold and indifferent in the backlight, refusing people thousands of miles away."Who gave you the courage to stop my car?"Mo Qijue's sword eyebrow was slightly frowned, his face was cold, and with the cool breath of hell, he approached her, and she was scared to breathe.She was 165 meters tall and pitifully Petite in front of the cold king of hell, who was completely stunned by his cold momentum."Click -"Mo Qijue shook her dislocated hand a few times, and then took it back."Go back to the manor villa."A command.The young master's car is luxurious, spacious and comfortable.Tong jiumo sits like a needle and felt, and his heart bumps like a deer.Inside the car, there was silence.Tong jiumo moved quietly to the window.Being oppressed by this man's momentum is really frightening.He dislocated her hand, but now she took it back three or two times. It's really rude!Not gentle at all!"Come here!"Mo Qijue's fierce eagle eyes glanced at her and ordered in a deep voice."No!"Tong jiumo grabbed the door handle and moved symbolically, but he couldn't open the door.Mo Qijue frowned slightly, moved his body, sat beside her, extended his long arm and brought Tong jiumo.Tong jiumo struggled with him, but unexpectedly, he pushed him into his strong and generous arms."Little cute, we are lucky to see you. We have meat and wine to drink with you."The drunken Ye Jingshi glanced back, joked, and whistled angrily.Ye Jingshi winked at Mo Qijue and smiled brightly!Little master Mo, the boy chicken, had an unclear relationship with Tong jiumo a few years ago. Unfortunately, what relationship does the seven Lord Mo have with Tong jiumo?Today was Mu Wanqing's death day. He accompanied Mo Qijue to the seaside wharf.Who expected someone to worship Mu Wanqing first.
