Chapter 2947

Little things don't agree with him. What do you want to do in his room? Now he doesn't have to go back to see it. 80% of the room is in a mess again.

"Ha ha." Don't ask to listen, only smile not language, turn round to return to the room, leave don't beg pitiful alone.

Mo Qiu covered his nose, went back to the room, turned on the light and looked at himself in the mirror. His forehead was swollen.

"I'm a man! Being bullied by a dog every day? I'll quit. " Mo Qiu said, and he fell down on the sofa.

Feel a little strange, he looked down!

Then, he stood up silently, went out with his things, turned back to the Research Institute, and vowed that he would not come back to live here in the future! Otherwise, he can't help killing the little thing.

In a villa, the old man walked in the dark and turned to enter the side hall.

"Dad." Ouyang Zhai was lying on the sofa and felt someone coming in. When he looked up and saw the old man, he wanted to get up, but it was too painful to get up.

The old man stepped forward, his hands behind him, healthy!

He looked at Ouyang Zhai coldly, and didn't care!

"Stupid." The old man said harshly that the police are now publicizing Ouyang Zhai for questioning. Now they are forced to suspend a lot of business.

Just because of Ouyang Zhai's carelessness, not to mention dealing with Mo Yanchen now, even himself is a little difficult to protect.

"Dad." Ouyang Zhai cried. He covered his ass and stood up.

The old man stood there with a cold face. He was as thin as skin and bone. In the dark light of the night, he looked more strange and even had a creepy feeling.

"You've stopped all your actions recently. Without my fate, you can't mess around any more. Otherwise, no one can protect you when something goes wrong! You are not Mo Yanchen's opponent. " The old man firmly finished, did not care about his injury, turned away.

Ouyang Zhai stood there, clenching his fist.

He is denying himself, which makes Ouyang Zhai feel insulted! He always thought he was very smart, but in his eyes, he was always stupid.

"Dad, I will prove to you that I am better than Mo Yanchen." He said.

Unfortunately, the old man just laughed sarcastically and turned away.

"Shit." Seeing this, Ouyang Zhai reached out and swept things to the ground. He picked up his mobile phone and made a phone call: "mark the actions of all the Mohist people for me. If you can, the people around him will also see it. What's wrong? Report quickly."

"Yes." His men answered, and he hung up.

The old man didn't go far, just stood in the corridor and watched the rain outside.

"It's early winter again, Lao mo. it's time for us to meet." He said in a cold voice.

He raised his hand and looked at the scars on his hand and the pain on his body. If they had not chosen to abandon him in those years, he would not have been buried alive in the dust and almost died.

Thinking of this, he clenched his fist, and his knuckles kept making clear sounds.

"Hello, it's me." He's on the phone.

"Found it?" Hearing the report on the other end of the phone, the old man stopped.

"Yes! I live in the ink garden. " Said the other.

Listening to the old man, he said in a deep voice, "at the right time, sometime, I want to see her."

"Yes."

"Don't let Ouyang Zhai know about it." Said the old man.

The man answered and hung up.

The old man stood there thinking. Ouyang Zhai knows more than he does, but he deliberately chooses to pretend he doesn't know?

When he turned back and closed the door, the cold wind blew, and the night seemed colder than ever.