Chapter 1188

Once again, Mo yanjue's handsome face was tossed by Yang Yilin.

At this time, if you don't find him to settle accounts, then he is not Mo yanjue!

Get up to pay the bill, get out of the car and go straight to the ink club.

"Is Yang Shao still there?" Angrily enter the door and ask the manager.

"Still in the box, drunk and unconscious, we are saying whether to send him to the hospital?" The manager followed him gingerly, his heart almost springing out of his throat.

"To the hospital? I think it's better to send him directly to the crematorium than anything! "

Behind the manager wants to cry, I am also innocent!

The door of the box "Dong" was kicked open, and the people in the sofa hummed and hawed, "how dare you kick my door after eating bear heart and leopard?"

Just as the voice fell, he was kicked on the ground in the sofa.

That's even if it's recorded.

Hou's manager at the door was horrified. He said that the boss was cruel. I didn't think before. Today I really saw that he was so cruel to his cousin, let alone others?

Yang Yilin, who was drunk, was kicked. Naturally, he wanted to make trouble. He just got up and wanted to fight. As a result, he saw that the person standing in front of him had a flash of despondency in his scarlet eyes.

"Brother!"

It's hard to call him brother seriously.

Then I went back to the sofa, picked up the wine on the table and continued to drink.

Mo yanjue kicked the wine bottle in his hand to the ground, and the wine in the bottle flowed on the expensive carpet along the mouth of the bottle.

"What are you doing?" Yang Yilin's dead face is a broken jar.

The big palm stretched out, grabbed his collar, and lifted him up. His black eyes were sharp and frightening.

"What do you want me to do?" The tone is also thin and cold.

"Ha ha, sir, isn't she a woman? Women are like clothes. Brothers are hands and feet. I don't care. I don't care at all. Before I finish talking, my face is firm and crisp.

Suddenly, the world was silent.

It's like it's forbidden.

Yang Yilin, with red eyes, stared at his angry face for three seconds, as if waking up from a dream.

"Sober?" big palm flings his collar mercilessly, threw him into sofa.

Like a statue, he sat still.

"Wake up and follow me." There was no superfluous nonsense. The cold Mo yanjue turned around and went out, not worried about what he would do if he didn't follow.

The manager waiting at the gate of the box saw this and immediately flashed to one side and watched the boss leave respectfully.

And the people sitting in the box did not have two seconds, stumbling to push him away, but also chased out.

One of the managers who was pushed was confused, so he left?

······The villa of Yang Yilin.

Mo yanjue took him out of the car, dragged him directly into the bathroom, opened the shower, and poured cold water on him from the beginning.

"Wake up and think about what's wrong with you?"

Mo yanjue has never been soft in his work, not to mention his cousin. He poured cold water over and over again until he was completely wet.

"Give you five minutes to change and go downstairs!"

Leaving a cold warning, the angry Mo yanjue turns around and goes out, leaving Yang Yilin, who has lost his soul, lying in the bathtub, shouting sun Zhenzhen's name over and over again.