Chapter 159

Shen Chengjing turned his head and saw a tall figure in the crowd. His face was firm and cold, and his whole body was full of Confucian elegance, especially his eyes were as sharp as falcon.

"This..." she suddenly wanted to speak, but turned to see that the figure had disappeared in the crowd.

At this time, when the crowd was spreading out, someone walked in a hurry and soon came to Mo Yanchen's side. When he saw Shen Chengjing, his sharp eyes looked at her several times. Shen Chengjing was seen by his eyes as if he knew everything, which made her uncomfortable.

"Three less." The visitor stood there respectfully and said hello to Mo Yanchen.

"Well." Mo Yanchen was obviously very familiar with him. He nodded slightly to say hello.

"Yajian 1." He said to Mo Yanchen.

I don't know why, Shen Chengjing is a little uneasy. He feels Mo Yanchen's eyes return to indifference, as if he is tolerating something.

Mo Yanchen holds the big palm of her little hand and slightly tightens it. Shen Chengjing reaches over his big palm and sees the man nodding his head and striding inside.

She was in a trance. She was pulled inside by him and went to the VIP room. He pushed the door open and went in.

"Pop." At this time, there was a sound inside, and then it was eerily quiet.

The warm light of Yajian's lamp makes her see clearly the people inside. Mo chenghuan sits on the throne, and the one standing beside her is the one just now, while she doesn't know the others.

"Since Mo always has something else to do, let's go first." When they saw Mo Yanchen, they all chose to disappear.

He leads Shen Chengjing to go straight, and sees Mo chenghuan sitting there in a sullen mood. His sharp eyes are gloomy, especially when he sweeps her. It's like a cloud of sullen Qi. The whole person is not very good.

"Pop." Mo chenghuan holds a bowl and throws it to this side. It hits Mo Yanchen on the shoulder and falls to the ground and rolls several times.

The strength was amazing. Even when she stood by Mo Yanchen's side, she obviously felt that his body was shocked. How painful that memory was, the point was that it was the place where he was injured.

"Mo Yanchen, are you promising now? Can such low-level mistakes be made? Where did you put our Mohist's face He said, clapping the table, standing up, and coming this way with the iPad.

Shen Chengjing clenches her hands and looks at Mo Chengwu's aggressive appearance. Somehow, she is sad for Mo Yanchen.

I saw that on the iPad, it was a high-definition video. That night, Mo Yanchen was out, stabbed and killed!

She was surprised and looked up at his shoulder. Did he get hurt like this?

"Don't you see them all?" Mo Yanchen dropped such a sentence in a deep voice, but he didn't do much.

Shen Chengjing frowned. He felt that something was wrong with him. Under the light, looking at him, he revealed some desolate feeling, and his eyebrows also revealed some fatigue.

"Mr. mo..." she wanted to speak.

"Shut up, it's not up to you, an outsider, to intervene in Mohist affairs." Mo Cheng shouts harshly, with some kind of submissive power in his body.

Shen Chengjing is stunned for a moment. She thinks she heard wrong. As an elder, even if you don't accept her, it won't be so.

"For us, you are the outsider." Mo Yanchen deviated from his line of sight and glanced at Mo Chengwu with unprecedented indifference.

"You are so angry with me, you unfilial son."

"Did you ever think I was your son?" Mo Yanchen looked at him deeply, and then he gave a cool smile. His deep voice was shocking.