Mo Liangyu picked up the cigarette box on the table, held the cigarette and muttered, "how can I tell you the truth?"
He can't make a fat face!
What's more, he felt that his father could not have been unaware of his recent developments.
Hearing this, Han Yunting sighed, "it seems that uncle Mo should be depressed!"
Mo Liangyu flashed, stretched his eyebrows, pretended to shrug his shoulders, "I don't know if it's going to cool down. Anyway, before he left, he said a word to me..."
He paused, facing everyone's eyes, hummed and laughed, "he said I deserve it!"
All of you: --
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After dinner, they parted ways in front of Li chengzun's door.
Mo Liangyu was standing near the parking lot, watching the brothers get into their own luxury cars, but he still couldn't ask the question.
I don't know if they will continue to hack his phone!
"How are we going?"
At this time, Ying Feifei looks sideways, sees Mo Liangyu's lonely look, and drags back his thoughts.
Mo Liangyu raised his hand and looked at the time. "I'm going to work in the winery this afternoon. I'll take you home by taxi first."
He still wants to get back to work as soon as possible.
Hearing this, Ying Feifei shakes her head and politely refuses, "no, you go to work. I'll go back by myself. You can tell me what you want to eat at home in the evening."
Mo Liangyu glared at her, eyes fell on the flowers, eyes bright a lot, "OK, I'll tell you later."
After they left one after another, Yan Shiqi, who was sitting in the car, looked back from the window.
She looks at the man by the body suspiciously, "doesn't uncle Mo plan to forgive Xiaoyu?"
Even if you want to experience him, it's too harsh.
At that time, the man turned his head and worried about the inkstone. He said, "if you don't forgive him, uncle Mo won't come today!"
"Is it?" Yan Shiqi is suspicious. Seeing Ying Feifei who has taken a taxi out of the window, he shakes his head and sighs, "this time you and uncle Mo are exerting pressure on Xiaoyu, but how can I feel that these pressures are also added to Feifei."
"She wants to be with Xiaoyu. These are the problems they have to face." Words fall, the man takes her hand, kaixie way: "don't worry about them, Mo uncle won't let go."
Inkstone when seven looking at the man's steady posture, said a sentence I hope it.
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On the other side, when Ying Feifei took a taxi back to the apartment, he just got off the bus and found a black Bentley parked beside the path in front of the corridor.
Highland barley international apartment is an old residential area, there are few luxury cars around.
Ying Feifei looks suspiciously. Before she enters the corridor, someone calls her, "Miss Ying, our husband wants to talk to you!"
Behind him, the man who spoke happened to be standing next to the Bentley.
At the same time, the window of the back seat fell, reflecting Mo Shengjiang's serious face.
Should Feifei heart next tight, standing in situ, I do not know how to react.
It's impolite to refuse; But when she talks rashly, she can't figure out the meaning of Mo Shengjiang.
However, the driver didn't give Ying Feifei too much time to hesitate. He directly opened the front passenger's door and signaled Ying Feifei to get on the bus.
In the face of the driver's solemn expression, Ying Feifei knows that she can't avoid it, so she can only get into the co pilot calmly.
All the way to Mo's headquarters, Mo Shengjiang didn't say a word to her.
Should Feifei nervous all the way, until sitting in Mo Shengjiang's office, mood still did not ease.