Yang Ling looks at the kind of men who are not good-looking, looking at their faces, they will automatically filter their faces, there is no way in this society, handsome guys are always eye-catching, handsome guys can be remembered at a glance, and other long-looking ones are not very handsome, well, remember can remember, but it takes time.

"Shopkeeper, do you think you're filming?"

"Brother Ling, hehe, what's the matter, what is that Mr. Mo's attitude?"

"What attitude?" Yang Ling's tone was puzzled, she raised her eyes to look at the man nicknamed "Shopkeeper", the man in front of her looked about the same height as her, according to guess, it should be a follower or something.

"Didn't you see Mr. Mo?"

"No, don't ask me who Mr. Mo is, I don't know each other, and I don't want to be friends."

"I don't want to be friends, ouch, Miss Yang, you are embarrassing me, if you don't make friends with him, your mother will let you go back on a blind date."

"What?"

"How can there be blind dates in this era, have I fallen into this dead loop?"

Yang Ling recalled her memories before she was hit and killed, she seemed to have rejected the object introduced to her by her mother, and went home on a blind date, but was hit by a car, if it weren't for the blind date being so ugly, she wouldn't have missed the car, and then was hit by the car.

"My mother's side, I'll solve it myself, you don't care, anyway......"

"Yang Ling, you're here!" Suddenly, there was a man, very tall, with a pair of small eyes, a high nose, and distinct facial features, he was really not a handsome guy, it was a little difficult to remember his appearance, he ran over, in Yang Ling's eyes, he still only saw, well, what about the man's clothes?

Oh my God, Yang Ling didn't want to see this, especially when this strange man confessed to her, saying that he liked her very much.

She reluctantly pushed the man away and strode away, nicknamed "Shopkeeper" chasing behind, shouting Miss while chasing, you slow down.

White Maybach, okay, she got it.

Yang Ling forcibly wanted to break the car door, but the door opened in diameter, and then she sat in, just gasped, turned her face sideways and just wanted to say thank you.

Seeing the other party's golden ratio figure, hooking abs and vest line, and ......

Forget it, don't talk about it, Yang Ling himself is about to suffocate, this man is amazing, he is also so handsome, with short black hair, a pair of obsidian eyes, a cold face, a slight frown with the word "Sichuan", thin lips are not opened, he is definitely a rich man.

"Mr. Mo, this ......"

"Hmm......" The man raised his hand and stopped the man in the passenger seat very elegantly, it seemed that they knew each other very well.

Wait, what did the man call him?

Mo, Mr. Mo?

Damn, rich businessmen?

What to do, I'm so nervous and want to go to the toilet.

Yang Ling smiled at him, a little reluctantly.

"That, I, I'm ......"

"Huh?"

"I'm here, I'm off, I'm off." Yang Ling couldn't hold back the tension when she saw the handsome guy, and she reached out to break the handle of the car door.

The white Maybach braked suddenly, and the man sitting next to him didn't say anything.

Yang Ling hurriedly got out of the car, and the man suddenly snorted lightly from the tip of his nose, seemingly in a happy mood, dyed with an indifferent smile.

"Mr. Mo, that girl ......"

"It's funny."

"Funny ......"

The assistant thought seriously for a moment, and his face was frightened.

"You, do you like her?"

"Get out, eventful."

"Yes, yes, I'm troublesome, I'm talkative."

"What's her name?"

"Yang Ling, Yang of Poplar, Spirit of Reiki."

"Drive back, I still have a meeting to go."

"Okay, Mr. Mo."