Chapter 97

"It doesn't hurt for a long time."

"Are you mo Shao?" Mo Yongqiang just feel strange, then all the way to follow over.

Looking at Shen Chengjing and Lin Qinghui chatting, he is waiting for the opportunity. Unexpectedly, someone really came to find her. This person is not someone else, but the man who went to school that day.

See Mo Yongqiang come out, Shen Chengjing forehead out of a few black lines, feel that he has some ghost.

As a man, he so confused right and wrong, unreasonable, plus the previous thing, his image has long been gone, and now still follow?

Mo Yanchen fingertips caressed the coffee cup, ignored him, but looked directly at Shen Chengjing: "here is not anyone can play."

"Mo Shao, that's just a misunderstanding." Mo Yongqiang is anxious. No matter whether he is polite or not, he cuts in again.

It's hard to be ignored by Mo Yanchen.

"Mo Shao? Who are you calling, please Mo Yanchen's magnetic but slightly dignified voice rang out and looked at Mo Yongqiang in doubt: "if you want to climb up, you've got the wrong person."

He never used to call himself Mo Shao. Moreover, he was never proud of Mo School. What he has now is all his hard work.

"Aren't you mo Shao?" Mo Yongqiang squints his eyes and looks at him incredulously. Then he looks at Shen Chengjing. He doesn't know how many men she has.

"Let's go." Her tone is soft, but not too much temperature, get up to leave.

Mo Yongqiang stood in front of her, and he said in a pleading tone: "orange Jing, they all say that we have been together for more than a year. Can you not help us? I really need to see Mo Shao. Can you help me? As long as this time, I will do whatever you say. "

As long as he ascends Mohist school, it will be the day when he will prosper. At that time, what will he want? Do you need to talk to others in such a low voice?

Today, Lin Qinghui's momentum completely made him understand that as long as he was strong, he could stand upright and demonstrate in front of others.

"Sorry, I can't help you." She refused without hesitation, and her eyes were cold.

He reached out and wanted to hold her hand. The next moment, one hand was faster than his. He pinched his wrist and twisted it. There were bursts of burning pain on his wrist.

"Ah." Mo Yongqiang's wrist was twisted.

He stepped back in pain: "how dare you hurt me?"

"She's not the one you should touch. If you ask for help, you should have the attitude of asking for help. As a man, you don't even need dignity. What's the point of living? Don't come out and disgrace a man. " He said harshly, reached out to pull Shen Chengjing, dropped a few bills and left.

Mo Yongqiang is forced to bear the pain and comes forward. Suddenly, he is thrown by a coffee cup, which hits his lower body.

"Ah." He jumped a few times with his lower body in his arms and covered the man's life with his hands. Root. Son position, pain to support on one side, but the wrist was mo Yanchen twist dislocation, just he was forced to support on the table, pain he issued a pig like cry.

"How are you, sir? Can I help you? " At this time, a waiter came forward and wanted to support him. Unexpectedly, the coffee in his hand "accidentally" fell down on his head.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She stepped forward to support him, but the sole of her foot slipped and kicked him to death. Root. Son, he screamed and fainted.

Don't ask standing in the dark, looking at this behind the scenes, just natural and unrestrained turn around, leave.