The room suddenly returned to calm, and Leng Xin'er did not answer.

Mo Sijue's body stopped slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't speak again, and walked out of the room quickly.

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In the room on the top floor of the 'Imperial Capital Building'.

Under the dim light of the room, Yan Lie was shirtless, leaning on his long hair, next to a row of strong liquor that had been drunk, holding a Swiss cigar that was about to burn to the root, his eyebrows were tightly locked, his face was angry, his eagle eyes were slightly through blood-red silk threads, he couldn't sleep for several days, as soon as he closed his eyes, he would think of Leng Xin'er and his child who hadn't had an accident yet,—— so worried!! I'm scared!!

I'm afraid of losing them from now on.

Knowing that their wedding date was already set for tomorrow, he wanted to do a lot of things, robbing people, he had thought about it, but when he thought of Leng Xin'er's resolute appearance in front of him with a gun, he had no confidence.

He was afraid that if she really did something stupid, he would really regret it!

One drop, two drops, three drops...... Tears couldn't help but slowly slide down from the corners of his eyes, and his always resolute face looked unusually lonely in the dim light, like a disoriented cheetah! At any time, I want to break out of the cage, but I am tightly bound by external things, and I am really powerless! --------

At this time, the phone rang urgently!

Hawkeye casually skimmed the phone number, which made him even more irritable, paused for a moment, and saw that the phone never meant to be cut off, so he reluctantly pressed the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray and picked up the microphone.

"Why did you answer the phone? Now it's all burning eyebrows? How can you stay at home and not go out and figure out a way? I heard that people are going to get married tomorrow? And with the princes of what Middle Eastern bullshit countries...... If you don't hurry up and take action, you won't regret it in the future......" Yan Jingtian's unusually irritable voice came from the phone, and a series of questions made Yan Lie unable to answer, so he could only tighten the microphone, grit his steel teeth, and frown hard. Knead gently

"As soon as I ask you, you get angry, you have to make a show, make a result, let me see and understand! Bastard things, even their own women and children, can't protect ,...... How could you be me...... Yan Jingtian's son? Boy, listen up, no matter what method you use, you have to bring people back to me, you know? ……”

Seeing that he had never moved, on the phone, Yan Jingtian's voice was getting louder and louder, and the sound of panting was getting louder and louder, and Yan Lie's scalp was numb and his eardrum was 'buzzing' and painful!

I couldn't help but yell, "Okay, Dad! I know, I'll take care of my own business, you don't have to worry about it! After speaking, Yan Jingtian was answering, and slammed the phone on the sofa beside him.

also gasped for breath, poured a glass of foreign wine, tilted his head, poured it directly into his stomach, wiped the corners of his eyes vigorously, and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes!

I thought to myself, this old man, when he changed his sex, when he begged him to agree to marry Leng Xin'er, he was still very reluctant, and he was reluctant to nod, but now he is in a hurry.

He knew his father, and he must have felt that Leng Xin'er married a prince from the Middle East, and he had no face on his face, so he took the initiative to get anxious, because now many people outside know that the young gang leader of the 'Hell Gate' ----- Yan Lie.

is about to marry the daughter of the Mo family, and there is already the incense of the Yan family in her stomach, and now, she has made a 180-degree turn, but she wants to marry the prince of the Middle East with a big belly, which is reasonable and reasonable, it is like ...... The daughter of the Mo family threw off the young gang leader of the 'Hell Gate' and switched to the prince's arms.

Reputation.

Severely damaged.

(Zilang Literature)