The smile on Tong Jiumo's face suddenly froze, isn't it just that he stopped the wrong car, as for being so angry?

She wanted to justify something, but Lord Yama's eyes were too terrifying, the man sat beside her, his legs were straight and long, his white shirt lined his tall and straight figure, a handsome face, sharp facial features, sexy thin lips tightly pursed into a cold and hard straight line, looking extremely domineering and arrogant, a pair of deep and dark black eyes more like they would breathe fire.

It's scary!

No matter how much Tong Jiumo quibbled, there was no way, because Mo Qijue directly asked Tong Jiumo to take Tong Jiumo to the car.

Tong Jiumo saw passers-by passing by, so she stretched out a hand to them for help, but the other party turned a blind eye!

Who dares to provoke the cold Hades?

If you want to die, you can interfere!

"Mr. Mo, even if you don't accept my apology, you don't have the right to take me away!"

Tong Jiumo's little hand clutched the car door, wanting to open the car door and get out of the car, making a final struggle.

But in vain.

"Drive!"

The Seventh Lord of the Crown Prince Mo snorted coldly, and his entire handsome face sank.

Mo Qijue reached out and took her dislocated hand.

"Ah" Tong Jiumo exclaimed, grinning in pain.

She pressed her dislocated hand with one hand, unaware that a pair of sharp, sword-like eyes above her head were narrowing dangerously.

This woman did things that he didn't expect.

When Tong Jiumo turned around, she met his cold and dark eyes, her momentum instantly weakened, and she said with a smirk, "Mr. Mo, what do you want to do, you are light, it hurts, it hurts."

Under the night, the street lamps flashed with light and shadow, and his whole handsome face looked extremely cold and indifferent in the backlight, rejecting people thousands of miles away.

"Who gave you the audacity to stop my car."

Mo Qijue's sword eyebrows frowned slightly, her face was cold, and with the cool air of the Hell Hades, she approached her, and she was so frightened that she was suffocated.

She was 165 tall, and in front of the Leng Hades who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, she was pitifully petite, and she was completely shocked by his cold momentum.

"Click"

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

"Back to the manor house."

A command.

The young master's car is luxurious, spacious and comfortable.

Tong Jiumo sat like pins and needles, and his heart was pounding like a deer.

Inside the car, there was silence.

Tong Jiumo quietly moved to the car window.

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

His hand was dislocated by him, but now he gave her three or two blows to take it back, which is really rude!

Not gentle at all!

"Come here!"

Mo Qijue's sharp eagle eyes glanced at her, and he ordered in a deep voice.

"Don't!"

Tong Jiumo grabbed the doorknob and symbolically moved a few times, but he couldn't open the door.

Mo Qijue's sword eyebrows frowned slightly, his body moved, he sat beside her, stretched out his long arms, and brought Tong Jiumo over.

Tong Jiumo struggled, looking like he was fighting with him, but he was unexpectedly pressed into his strong and wide arms by him domineeringly.

"Little cutie, it's your blessing that our Mo master has taken a fancy to you, follow Mo Xiao Ye to eat and drink meat."

Ye Jingshi, who was drunk, glanced back, said teasingly, and whistled angrily.

Ye Jingshi frowned at Mo Qijue, and smiled brightly!

Master Mo, the boy chicken, had an unclear relationship with Tong Jiumo a few years ago, but unfortunately, what kind of relationship is Mo Qijue's feelings for Tong Jiumo?

Today was originally Mu Wanqing's death day, and he accompanied Mo Qijue to the seaside pier.

Who would have thought that someone worshiped Mu Wanqing first.