Chapter 392: This Overlord's Painting Style Is Wrong (24)
Coldly sneered and froze, his eyes widened, and the whole person completely began to doubt life because of his sassy operation.
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On the other side, Mo Jiuhua got up with a smile and ended the conversation with several business tycoons, and the music on the dance floor was suddenly turned off.
A circle of people on the sofa turned their heads to look over there, only to see that the people who had been dancing and chatting on the dance floor slowly gathered to a corner over there.
Looking at what they are talking to, it must be something that has happened.
But no matter what it was, this kind of accident at her daughter's birthday banquet made Mo Qing frown unhappily.
Mo Jiuhua glanced at him, and then walked towards the crowd gathering place with Mo Jiang and the others.
Seeing them coming, everyone spontaneously gave way, but the expressions on everyone's faces were a little weird.
Several people walked over to look at the scene in front of them, and they were all stunned.
Only Mo Jiuhua raised his eyebrows, looking at this scene, the corners of his eyes twitched a little.
I saw that Mo Bai, who was the new president of Mo's, fell to the ground weakly, with obvious paleness on his face, pursed his lips, and his eyes with small broken light were also full of grievances and some kind of firm and uncompromising water.
In front of him was a broken red wine glass, which had been spilled with the remaining red wine.
Looking at Leng Ran again, one hand was still slightly raised, facing Mo Bai who was sitting on the ground, the whole person seemed to be petrified, motionless, and stood like this in a strange posture.
The handsome face that had been shaved by a knife was full of twisted and stiff iron blue.
In this way, this scene, at first glance, it is cold to push Mo Bai down!
But is that really the case?
The corners of Mo Jiuhua's eyes twitched, and his strange gaze glanced at a certain man on the ground silently.
Suddenly, a milky voice sounded in Mo Jiuhua's mind.
It was Bu Meng's exclamation.
[This—This is...... Master?? When did he learn this trick? Residence、Actually pretending to be a white lotus ......]
In the system space, Bu Meng blinked her big eyes as beautiful as jewels, but the emotions in them were a little indescribable.
The host is really ...... It's getting dogs......
Mo Jiuhua coughed lightly, [Your master has learned badly, but...... I like it. 】
Bu Meng who was caught off guard and choked on dog food: [......]
Boom...... Done......
The young lady's heart completely ran to the dog owner, woo woo woo......
Its young heart was soaked in vinegar, and it felt like it was going to be loveless, but it was still slowly horning.
Bu Meng moved his soft little body and shrank into the corner to digest the sour smell in his mouth.
Seeing his son like this, Mo Jiang frowned, what's the matter? Could it be ......
His gaze flickered, and he met his son's casual glances.
In an instant, he understood something.
Mo Jiang: "......"
No, it shouldn't be his genes...... This is also too good for the White Lotus......
Although he is helpless in his heart, who makes him his son? So......
Mo Jiang's usual warm expression was put away, his brows were seriously frowned, and he was the first to ask, "What's going on?" Xiaobai, Mr. Leng, what happened to you?? ”
Yes, what happened, Leng Ran actually dared to push Mr. Mo to the ground? Didn't he know that Mr. Mo had been frail and sickly since he was a child?
What if someone is pushed out......
Tut-tut, this Leng Ran is too bold, isn't it......
Many people have gossip glint in their eyes.
Sure enough, everyone was thinking about these things in their front feet, and the faces of the black white hind feet turned a little whiter, and they covered their chests and coughed several times.