Chapter 789

An Qing glanced at Fang Yuan.

This woman!

"Ha ha, I understand. You are here today to teach me a lesson."

Fangyuan goubiao: "my request is just like this. If you can't do it, I'll publish the video. At that time, it will only become more and more complicated."

"I don't think your company is willing to waste too much time on this."

If we go on like this, it will be a consuming thing for us.

Moreover, the longer the front is, the more public relations are needed.

It's not a good thing.

An Qing breathlessly looked at Fang Yuan and walked away.

Anyway, on the surface, she won, but in fact, Fang Yuan won.

It's a brilliant move to retreat.

An Qing directly opened a room next door, the other three people can only stand outside the room, waiting.

Seeing that an Qing had left, Li Meng angrily closed the door.

For the three people outside, Li Meng has no sympathy at all.

"Miss Fang, why didn't you refute anqing hard just now? You really want to help Mo dada. Why, in her eyes, you can misinterpret that you want to leave a perfect image in Mo dada's mind."

That's very angry.

Fang Yuan smiles a little, pats the bed beside him and says, "don't be angry. Come on, have a good sleep. Tomorrow is a storm. When it comes, you may be spurned by thousands of people if you are with me."

Thousands of people despise it.

It's not a joke.

"But I'm really angry!" Li Meng takes an angry look at the position of the door. The woman's arrogance really makes people want to kick her away.

"There's no need to be angry. It just shows what kind of person she is."

Looking at problems and things from different angles can just reflect a person's inner world.

Fang Yuan closed his eyes and lay on the bed.

If you have time to get angry, you'd better lie in bed and have a good rest.

Li Meng looks at Fang Yuan lying on the bed and smiles helplessly.

Maybe it's Fang Yuan's optimistic spirit that makes this girl come to the present.

Otherwise, I don't know where I was lost by the world.

Li Meng also learns to be square and round and lies on the bed.

Sure enough, it's very comfortable.

Lying on the big bed, like sleeping in a soft water bag, the whole person's bones are crisp.

"Rich people really enjoy it."

Li Meng said from the bottom of his heart.

The corners of her lips showed a little smile.

Yes.

Rich people enjoy it.

"Well Let's have a good time, too. "

The night gradually covered their world.

Everyone is waiting for the dawn.

……

Mohism.

A phone call wakes Mo Jincheng up.

He picked up his cell phone in the dark, looked at it and hung up without hesitation.

The mobile phone rings again.

It seems to be against Mo Jincheng.

Mo Jincheng closes his eyes.

No cell phone interference.

Soon, the phone stopped ringing.

But Mo Jincheng opens his eyes in the dark and doesn't feel sleepy at all.

He turned over, sat up and looked out the window which was not fully lit.

The gray sky, there is no meaning to disperse.

I took a look at the alarm clock on the desk. It was still a few hours before dawn.

He was completely sleepless.

Just about to take the phone, the door was slammed open.

"Ah, Mo Jincheng, please help me. I'm about to be scared to death by the evil voice that my grandfather found."

Nangong Che barefoot, jumped in, the whole person looks very embarrassed.

Mo Jincheng gets up coldly, and there is no Nangong Che in his eyes.

"Hello, you have a little sympathy for me."

Really, can't you just pretend?

You know, Grandpa called her because he didn't answer the phone, OK?

"Hello, boss, please..."

Before Nangong Che's words were finished, his mobile phone rang again.

Thinking of that terrible magic sound, Nangong Che doesn't want to answer the phone at all.

Mo Jincheng glances at Nangong Che.

Nangong Che pitifully holds his mobile phone in front of Mo Jincheng: "boss, you'd better answer the phone. Grandfather won't call you for no reason."

"He'll come to me for anything but that."Mo Jincheng said coldly.

I don't mean to answer the phone at all.

Nangong Che really wants to cry.

This kid, can't you pity him?

If he doesn't answer the phone, he will be severely punished by his grandfather when he returns to the United States for the Chinese New Year.

"Take it!"

Mo Jincheng coldly took the mobile phone and threw it out.

No hesitation.

There was even a trace of disdain on his face.

Ha ha.

Nangong Che really wants to cry.

This This boy, it's a rebellious period at all!

Nangong Che has no choice but to pick up his cell phone.

Fortunately, the cell phone is OK.

Pooh, Pooh, Pooh.

Why is the mobile phone so good.

If it's broken, you don't have to answer my grandfather's phone.

Well, let's face the reality.

Nangong Che picked up his mobile phone and picked it up. He said to the end who was going to start playing the magic sound: "grandfather, I'll let Jincheng answer the phone right away."

With that, he ran away.

If it goes on, his mind will be on the verge of live broadcasting that song.

It's terrible.

"Mo Jincheng, my grandfather's phone."

Nangong Che shoves the phone directly to Mo Jincheng. Before he wants to throw it out, he says breathlessly: "I've got it through."

Mo Jincheng raised his hand and stopped for a while.

In Nangong Che's expectant eyes, Mo Jincheng finally puts his mobile phone beside his ear.

At that end, the voice of the old man came.

Sound like a bell.

"If I knew that you had come back to China to make trouble for me, I would never let you go back to China!"

The old man coughed with anger.

These days, there are rumors about Mo Jincheng everywhere.

Now even the American media are reporting this.

If the reporter hadn't called here, he didn't know that Mo Jincheng was having an affair with a woman who was also a junior and also on the stage.

Mo Jincheng looked out of the window at the mist that had gradually peeled away, and said in a light tone: "even if there is no such thing, you still won't let me go home."

"You just want to leave a successor for Mohism!"

The old man was so angry that he knocked on the ground: "OK, OK, now the wings are hard. Hum, I will talk to your grandfather like this!"

It's really unfilial!

Unfilial!

"Old man..."

There was a voice of worry.

Mo Jincheng's tight facial lines also show a worried look.

Fingers, but tightly holding the phone.

There was no sound.

He looked up at the sky without stars and said coldly, "if it's OK, I'll hang up."