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Mu Feifan seemed to have drank a lot, he smiled at Tang Mohan and walked past him into the house.

"Brother Han, do you have wine here? Come have another drink with me! " As he spoke, he strolled around his living room and saw a small wine cabinet in the living room. The amount of wine inside was not much, but it had already made him excited.

"You've had enough." Tang Mohan took the alcohol in his hand and coldly rejected.

"Many? "Not much, not much. I just drank a little too much!" Mu Feifan wanted to snatch the alcohol back from his hands, but Tang Mohan evidently did not want to give it to him.

"Brother Han, give me the wine!" He stretched out his hand, but his eyes were still extremely clear at this moment. There was also a kind of determination and determination in his eyes.

Tang Mohan stared straight at his stubborn eyes, and then returned the wine back to him. Ignoring his drunkenness, she walked past him and sat on the sofa.

Seeing the wine return to his hands, Mu Feifan laughed, but then suddenly lowered the corners of his mouth. He turned around, his eyes dark.

"Brother Han, you will give me whatever I want, right?"

Tang Mohan raised his eyes, his pitch black pupils meeting his serious and somber expression.

"No way!"

Mu Feifan seemed to be startled. He exerted more strength into the finger holding the wine bottle, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

"Then Brother Han, if you and I both want it, will you fight with me for it?"

His eyes were bright, and he was obviously testing the depths of his eyes.

"Fight!"

Just a single word, loud and clear. His expression was still calm and composed, but Mu Feifan emitted an even deeper sinister aura.

"Haha — It really is the Brother Han!" Mu Feifan who was in confrontation suddenly laughed out loud, holding onto the bottle of wine, he walked towards the wine cabinet. He casually opened the cap of the bottle and took out two wine cups, walking towards him.

"Brother Han, come, let's toast!" He passed the glass to him, and he touched it and drained it.

Tang Mohan looked at it and drank it all.

After that, Mu Feifan poured another cup of wine and drank it for himself expressionlessly.

"Brother Han, do you know that from a young age, I have always had respect for you? You are the most admirable person in our circle. Although I also want to learn from Brother Han, but you also know that I don't have the heart to do anything big. Now that the Brother Han had lived up to their expectations, her future was bright and she was a virtuous wife like Sister Su. Brother Han, you should be satisfied now. "

Mu Feifan shook his wine cup and looked at Tang Mohan through the glass, reflecting his calm face.

Look at me. My career looks good, but I'm not strong enough. If my family wants to interfere, I'll have to put in a lot of effort." Fortunately, I still have a love that can set me at ease. " Saying that, the corner of his mouth curled up into a gentle smile. "Mo Mo Mo is very beautiful. "Merely, she is actually a bit petty. She is extremely stubborn and impulsive, and her heart is even more ruthless. After all, I have been tormented by her to such a sorry state.

He shook his head helplessly but his eyes were full of happiness, "However, they all say that it is a sweet burden. Brother Han, do you understand this feeling? " Mu Feifan suddenly frowned and asked.

Tang Mohan's expression did not change, his black eyes blinked, "Extraordinary, it's time for you to go back."

"Hehe, I know. Brother Han, do you understand it better than me?" Mu Feifan ignored him and mocked.

Tang Mohan stared straight at him, her gaze determined.

"I really didn't think of it, really didn't think of it." Mu Feifan's gaze instantly turned cold, "I didn't think that the man who took Mo Mo would actually be the Brother Han. My first feeling back then, you know about it, Brother Han.

"What is Tao?"

Seemingly knowing that he would not answer, he continued: "I'm afraid, but hate again! Two years ago, when I took Mo Mo to C City, I was very confident. I pulled her into my arms and accepted the most complete love from her. I knew she was stubborn, but thinking about how she had followed that man for three years, it took me three years to enter her heart as well. If three years didn't work, then four, five, even six. I thought I had, but the last time I went to A City and heard her accept it, I felt as happy as if I had the whole world. Who would have thought that these happy people would be hit so hard when they found out that it was you. Brother Han, I really wanted to kill you at that time. "

He smiled mockingly, "Not only will you stop Mo Mo Wuji's thoughts, you will also let me feel at ease."

"But, I know that the only thing I can do is to firmly protect her and make her only see me in my arms while only thinking about me. But did I really overestimate myself or underestimate your influence? Brother Han, you have no choice but to admire your charm! " With a raise of his voice, the wine cup in his hand was ruthlessly flung to the ground, shattering into a single droplet.

"Brother Han, I won't give up. I won't let go even if I die. " His eyes hardened. "You have a wife and a good career, how can you take her? How can you take her? Only I can give her true happiness. "

Tang Mohan narrowed his black eyes, the luster in them turning even darker.

"The happiness she wants? She doesn't understand it herself, do you? "

His words seemed to be ridiculing Mu Feifan for thinking too much, causing his anger to burn even more intensely.

"What she wants is an honorable lover, and you can never be that person!"

The fist that Mu Feifan struck heavily towards Tang Mohan's chin was easily dodged by him.

"Extraordinary. Smart men don't spend their strength on force."

With that cold sentence, Mu Feifan had already lowered his fist in dejection, and did not continue to attack.

"If you can't leave, then stay here and rest." Tang Mohan said solemnly, and walked towards the study room.

"Brother Han, I won't let go."

His firm voice sounded from behind Tang Mohan, but he only paused in his steps, and then without any reaction, he walked into the study.

Mu Feifan dejectedly inserted his hands into his hair, his brows knitted tightly, his face filled with pain.

After a while, he stood up and left without looking back.

Su Momo sat on the small wooden sofa at the side of Tang Mohan's office. Looking at his ugly and calm face, it was as if he owed Tang Mohan money.

Su Momo had already peeked at her for a long time and told her to come in, but he didn't say a word.

"Cough — —" She couldn't help but fake a cough.

Tang Mohan did not react.

"Alas —" She sighed again, still unresponsive.

She rummaged through her bag and purposely made a loud noise. The paper in the picture book was flipped so loudly that it made a piercing sound.

Finally, he got a good look at Tang Mohan.

He only cast that one glance before saying coldly with a sunken face, "Be more honest!"

Su Momo was startled, dissatisfaction surfacing between her brows as she glared at him.

"Mayor Tang, I am not your prisoner." He called her over and showed her his face again, but his tone was still so bad.

How hard it is to serve!

However, Tang Mohan was cold, and her pursed lips leaked out: "Miss Su, your performance wasn't too good!"