Chapter 67: Thrown into the "Cold Palace"
"That ......" didn't know how to call Yan Zhuo, Zhou Yuxuan skipped directly, "I'm sorry just now, you suddenly appeared, and there was no sound at all, so I was scared." β
Zhou Yuxuan scratched her hair embarrassedly, ashamed of her reaction just now.
How old are the people, and they are still scared like just now, and they are not as calm as a little boy.
"It's fine." Yan Zhuo shook his head, "If it weren't for my sudden appearance, you wouldn't have been scared." β
Yan Zhuo really appeared out of nowhere just now, and it was normal to be scared.
"That...... What's the matter with you? β
Finally asked the point.
Yan Zhuo hurriedly asked, "Do you know where Momo went?" β
Zhou Yuxuan looked confused: "Momo? β
Yan Zhuo said: "It's your big boss." β
Hearing Yan Zhuo's words, Zhou Yuxuan almost choked on his own saliva for a moment.
WhatοΌοΌ What did she just hear?!
"Momo" refers to Mo Hancheng, the big boss of their company?!
Are you kidding?!
Such a soft and cute title! It's not at all in line with the big boss's cold and domineering personality, okay?!
"Ahem...... Zhou Yuxuan coughed lightly twice to calm himself down, "Mr. Mo and Jia Tezhu are on a business trip, I don't know when they will come back." β
"On a business trip?" Yan Zhuo twisted his eyebrows.
Mo Moke had never told her about it.
Seeing the young man's surprised appearance, Zhou Yuxuan sighed in his heart, thinking that Mr. Mo spoiled this young man so much that he didn't even say a word about such a business trip.
Alas! It's miserable!
The scene of the young man being thrown into the cold palace and staying alone in the empty room is called a desolation and a grudge!
Out of sympathy, Zhou Yuxuan's voice was much softer.
"Mr. Mo, they are temporarily booking a ticket today, and we don't know where to go......
Yan Zhuo's eyes were slightly constricted, his eyes blocked the emotions in his eyes, and there was wind and waves surging in his eyes.
Knowing that Mo Hancheng left without saying a word, there was no place to vent the depressed grievances in his heart, all of which were manifested as the wind and waves surging in his eyes, as well as the violent factor that could erupt at any time.
Now, if someone dares to provoke Yan Zhuo, he will either be half-disabled or completely paralyzed.
In short, the current Yan Zhuo is extremely dangerous.
Moreover, she is a dangerous person herself.
If not, how could he be imprisoned and sealed in the eighteen layers of hell in the underworld.
The eighteenth floor of hell is no joke.
It's not late at night, and there are a lot more pedestrians at night than during the day on weekdays in Arashijo, and most of them come out to play.
Go out shopping, take a walk, or sing and drink to get rid of the tiredness of the day.
Yan Zhuo walked alone on the street, the light hit his body, pulling his back very long, occasionally passing by one or two people, hurriedly walking past Yan Zhuo, bringing a breeze.
I want to be quiet alone, and the hustle and bustle of the big city at night makes Yan Zhuo very uncomfortable, and he subconsciously walks towards the dark lights and few people.
It didn't take long for some noisy voices to reach Yan Zhuo's ears.
It was the trembling scolding of the girls, and the shrill laughter of some men.
Yan Zhuo was in a bad mood now, and he didn't want to meddle in his affairs, so he directly ignored the few men in front of him and the girls who were surrounded, and continued to move forward.
It seems that everything has nothing to do with her.
When she's in a good mood, she's helpful, and when she's in a bad mood, everything has nothing to do with her.
Yan Zhuo is such a person who does things according to his mood.
However, she doesn't look for trouble, things always come to her.