The smile on Tong jiumo's face suddenly froze. It was the wrong bus. As for being so angry?

She also wanted to explain something, but Yan Wang Ye's eyes were too terrible. The man sat beside her, his legs were straight and long, his white shirt set off his tall and straight figure, a handsome and suffocating face, his sharp facial features, his sexy thin lips tightly pressed into a cold straight line, which made him extremely domineering and arrogant, and his deep dark eyes seemed to be able to spray fire General.

How frightening!

Let Tong nine Mo again sophistry, all have no way out, because Mo seven Jue directly let people take Tong jiumo to the car.

When Tong jiumo saw passers-by, she reached out to them for help, but the other side turned a blind eye!

Who dares to offend the king of cold?

Intervene if you want to die!

"Mr. Mo, even if you don't accept my apology, you have no right to take me away!"

Child nine foam small hand tightly grasps the door, wants to open the door to get off, is doing the final struggle.

In vain.

"Drive!"

Prince Mo seven Jue cold hum, the whole handsome face all sink down.

Mo Qi Jue reached out and took her dislocated hand.

"Ah --" the child nine Mo exclaimed, the pain makes her straight grin.

She pressed her dislocated hand with one hand, but she did not notice that there was a pair of sharp sword like eyes on her head, which were narrowing dangerously.

This woman What he did was beyond his expectation.

When Tong jiumo turned back, she immediately weakened his cold and dark eyes, and said with a fake smile, "Mr. Mo, what do you want to do, please be gentle Pain, pain, pain... "

Under the night, the streetlights flashed light and shadow, and his whole handsome face was extremely cold and cold in the backlight, and he refused to be seen from thousands of miles away.

"Who is so bold to stop me?"

Mo Qi Jue's eyebrows frowned slightly, her face was cold, and she was scared to breathe.

She was 165 in height, nearly 1.9 meters in front of the cold Yama, petite and pitiful, completely shocked by his cold momentum.

"Kera --"

Mo Qijue shook her dislocated hand a few times, and then took it back.

"Back to the manor villa."

A command.

It is luxurious, spacious and comfortable.

Tong jiumo sits like a needle felt, his heart pounding like a deer.

Inside the car, there was silence.

Tong jiumo moved quietly to the window.

Being oppressed by this man's momentum is really frightening.

Her hand was dislocated by him, but now she has taken it back. It's really rude!

It's not gentle at all!

"Come here!"

Mo Qi Jue's fierce eagle eyes swept her one eye, deep voice command way.

"No!"

Tong jiumo grabs the doorknob, symbolically moves a few times, but can't open the door.

Mo seven Jue sword eyebrow micro Cu, body a move, sit to her side, long arm a stretch, will Tong nine Mo brought over.

Tong jiumo struggles, a pair of and he spell the appearance, but unexpectedly by his domineering press into his firm broad bosom.

"Dear, it's your good fortune that we like you. We have meat to eat and wine to drink with him."

Drunk Ye Jingshi, glanced back, joked and whistled.

Ye Jingshi frowned at Mo Qi Jue, smiling with a bright face of spring!

Mo Xiaoye, a boy chicken, had an indistinct relationship with Tong jiumo a few years ago. Unfortunately, what is the relationship between Mo Qijue's feeling of Tong jiumo?

Today was the death day of Mu Wanqing. He accompanied Mo Qijue to the seaside wharf.

Who expected someone to worship Mu Wanqing first.

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