Chapter 167

But if Mo Jingyao doesn't find out the man named Beiyi in half an hour, he will be fired directly.

Lujiang moved quickly.

After ten minutes, however, there was no clue.

He is still through the Bureau directly check the names of all the people in T city.

Although it was found out that there were "Beiyi" in the five names, only by looking at his age, he knew that he could not be the person Mo Jingyao was looking for.

One year old, three-year-old, 54-63-72-year-old, even if they are young. These people are ordinary people. The three older people are not business people.

It doesn't make any sense to go further.

However, he really did not know who the man Mo Jingyao was looking for.

He didn't even have any direction, so he felt like he was looking for a needle in a haystack.

It's too hard.

He's too hard.

But Mo Jingyao never asked him to check a person for no reason.

But Mo Jingyao did not give him any hint.

However, it seems that Mo Jingyao's irrational reaction recently seems to have something to do with one person.

That's metaphor.

Thinking of metaphor, Lu Jiang immediately threw himself into the battle.

As a result, in only six minutes, he found out the person Mo Jingyao wanted to find.

No wonder this person can't be found through the household information.

It turns out that his household is not in T city.

Ji Beiyi.

Once a student of Qimei No.1 middle school.

Later I transferred.

As long as you check the Qimei No.1 middle school where the metaphor is located, you will find out all of a sudden.

Lu JIANGCHANG breathed a sigh of relief when he learned that there was a boy named Ji Beiyi in Qimei No.1 middle school.

He directly sent Ji Beiyi's information to Mo Jingyao.

A little later, it will be more than half an hour.

He's in trouble.

Hearing the sound of "Ding", Mo Jingyao lowers his head and opens the mailbox in his mobile phone.

When he saw Ji Beiyi's information, he turned black.

It's the top date of birth.

Ji Beiyi is the same age as metaphor.

She really likes young and light men, so she said he was old.

Staring at the mobile phone, if Lu Jiang gave him not mail, but paper, this moment absolutely turned into pieces.

Ji Beiyi is the school grass of Qimei No.1 middle school.

Metaphor is the school flower of Qimei No.1 middle school.

School grass and flower

Mo Jingyao wants to pinch grass now.

The metaphor of sleeping heavily shivered, and even called Mo Jingyao in a low voice.

Unfortunately, the man on the balcony missed it.

Mo Jing Yao put out his smoke and left the room without even entering it.

Walking into the night, Bugatti drove him on the road of T city without destination.

After the peak of the city, only the romantic and aesthetic night of tenderness.

Driving Mo Jingyao's mind, but always how also can't get rid of that drink slightly smoked face.

It's as sweet as a grape that he wants to swallow.

That night, it was not until Bugatti's oil tank ran out that night that Mo Jingyao drove back to the mid mountain villa.

I haven't been back for days.

The villa is the same as before. It's cold and quiet when it's dark.

He stopped the car and went into the living room to get into the elevator. He heard a voice behind him, "Jingyao, mom has something to say to you."

Mo Jingyao stopped, but did not turn around. Instead, he turned his back to Luo Wanyi and said, "speak."

There is no sound of temperature, this moment the room suddenly dropped a few degrees.

His temperature, once only to one person, now, do not know who else to give.

"Jingyao, do you just talk to mom like that? I'm your mother anyway Luo Wanyi frowned. She should have been waiting for Mo Jingyao for a long time.

Mo Jing Yao stroked his forehead, turned to walk to the sofa, sat down, "said."

"Drinking?" Luo Wanyi smelled the wine on his body, which made her face sink.

"Well."

"Drink and drive? You didn't die last time, and now you don't care, do you? Can't you have a long memory? " Luo Wanyi hates the roar of iron and steel.

"Talk about it." Mo Jingyao spoke faintly, his voice was hoarse and his eyes were as red as blood. There was nothing left in his eyes when he looked at Luo Wanyi.

Looking at such a son, Luo Wanyi sighed, "you haven't been to the company for seven days. Those old guys are ready to move again."

"Xinteng bieyuan, I know."

"You know that they gathered in Xinteng bieyuan to discuss how to defeat you. You could not go to the company for seven days for the sake of metaphor. Jingyao, as the president of a group company, you did this to my disappointment.""Did my mother stop me just to tell me about it?"

"Am I wrong to tell you this? Am I going to watch you take over as president of Mercer group and then tell you? " Seeing Mo Jingyao's indifference to her words, Luo Wanyi was anxious.

"I've already predicted this. If there's nothing else, I'll go back to my room." Mo Jingyao finished, got up and left.

"Jingyao, it's best if you have a prediction. Wait a moment. Mom has something to tell you." Luo Wanyi took a look at her son. She knew what his ability was.

So, at this moment, I put down my heart a little.

However, some things should be opposed.

"Say it." Mo Jing Yao stopped to live, and his eyes were full of wine.

But no matter how drunk, his brain is the same sober, only metaphor, in addition to metaphor or color.

Luo Wanyi cleared her throat and continued, "I know you want to repay her kindness, but there are many ways to repay her kindness.

You can give her the best life, give her everything she wants, not marry her.

What's more, if you marry her, it may not bring her happiness, but a risk that may exist all the time, and even lose her life.

So, Jingyao, mother suggested that you give up her and marry a stronger woman who doesn't have to worry about safety? I think Li Yuner is good. You bullied others when she went to the company that day, didn't you? "

After hearing this patiently, Mo Jingyao said, "I want to marry her not just to repay her kindness, but because I like the smell of human fireworks on her body. She finally gives me the feeling of being a living person. As for Li Yuner, I don't like it." After finishing every word, Mo Jingyao left at the beginning and never looked at Luo Wanyi any more.

"What about Sheng Jin Mo?" Luo Wanyi cried out in a hurry.

Sheng Jinmo's name is also floating in the corner of the villa hall.

When she read out the name, she definitely looked at Mo Jingyao's reaction.

Sure enough, Mo Jingyao's steady pace slightly pauses.

When Luo Wanyi thought Mo Jingyao was moved, she saw him continue to walk to the elevator, and said faintly, "I don't remember this man."

When the elevator door was closed, luowanyi fixed to look at the direction of her son's departure and shook her head.

It's impossible. Even if she doesn't like Sheng Jin Mo any more, it's better than Yu se, a girl who doesn't have the right door.