Mu fang had a feeling of being absent-minded for a moment. His mood was very complicated. Both happy and worried.

It can be said that it is sour, sweet, bitter and salty. At this moment, it's all coming.

"Pa!"

Annoyed this word, he waved down all the objects on the table.

"Thunderbolt PA La" fell one ground, looking at a mess on the ground, Mu Fang only felt more angry.

"Mudong, what makes you so angry? Can I help you? " A soft and enchanting voice came from his side, and then a graceful body sat down beside him.

Mu Fang turns his eyes, "Xin Min?"

……

Muqiaomin, the emperor's private club, has been waiting in the box for nearly an hour, which makes him angry.

Pick up the glass, the glass of champagne drink, and then heavily climbed down his short hair, face full of irritability.

Mo Junbo called him and asked him to wait for him here. He said he had something to tell him.

Muqiaomin always listens to mojunbo. As long as mojunbo says it, he won't say "no".

But, at this time, let him wait for an hour, his patience has almost run out.

If it's normal, don't say an hour. Even if it's a day, he doesn't care. He can wait. But it's different now. Dongfang Yuqiong that woman just woke up, and give him such a selective amnesia. I don't remember him.

It made him feel extremely angry.

Your uncle's, dead woman, who is not easy to forget, just choose to forget him! Is this revenge on him?

Now he just wants to do his best to let Dongfang Yuqiong remember the past and think of him. He doesn't have so much time to waste waiting here! He's going back to the hospital to take care of the woman.

If it had been someone else, he would have left long ago. It's Mo Junbo. He can only wait.

After waiting for an hour, he finally couldn't wait.

He walked towards the door and opened it.

"Master mu, you can't leave until he comes." As soon as the door opened, muqiaomin was stopped by the two "door gods" at the door.

They looked at him without expression and said in a mechanical tone.

Mu Qiaomin's anger "soared" down and came up. He yelled at them, "fuck! How dare you stop me? Don't you know who I am? I've been waiting for an hour. When is brother Mo coming? Did he forget! How dare you forbid me? Believe it or not, I'll do it for you now! "

Mu young master talks already some foreword don't match after language, anyway is a face of anger, still in fury. In the East Yu Qiong there suffer of gas, just have no place to vent.

So he took this opportunity to vent his anger on these two people.

Towards one of them is a punch and kick, but also full of strength, there is a pair of him as a sandbag hit meaning.

The man just let him beat him. He didn't want to fight back at all. He didn't even blink his eyelids.

"Damn it Muqiaomin's breath was relieved, and it was light. After a fury, he stopped.

Mo Junbo's car stops at the door of the club. Yang Lihe gets out of the car, looks up at the golden and magnificent door, turns his eyes to Mo Junbo, and looks at him with a smile of great interest. He looks at him with his eyes bent, and whispers: "Mr. Mo has already chosen a place! Well, this place really suits your identity. Emperor, I like the name

As he spoke, he took two steps forward, leaving only two centimeters between him. His whole body tilted towards him at an angle of almost 30 degrees. He continued to say, "can I enjoy queen level service later?"

Mo Junbo stepped back two steps and drew a certain distance from her. Silent eyes such as hook general straight at her, slow voice said, "come with me." With that, he strode toward the gate.

Yang Lihe stirred up an enchanting smile. His eyes were bright and bright, and he was as cunning as a fox.

The emperor, of course, she knows. It's a VIP private club, and it doesn't have to be rich to get in. It has a high threshold. If you have money and don't meet their requirements, they still don't care about you.

Mo Junbo entered, but he didn't even need to show his VIP card. It was like entering his own house. The staff of the club are almost bowing to please him when they see him.

It seems that the identity is unusual!

Yang Lihe has secretly investigated his identity, but unfortunately, what can not be found. It's more mysterious than mufang.

It's really the man she Yang Lihe likes. It should be like this. Powerful, mysterious, noble, elegant, just like the name of this club, "emperor". He's like a king.

I don't know if his kung fu in bed is as tall and brave as he is?Miss Yang began to imagine YY, and her brain filled with all kinds of rolling sheets.

Think about it, his face can not help showing a touch of amorous and enchanting ripples and dense. Even the eyes are beginning to be a little hazy, plating a layer of light charming.

That's why this product is not good. When you're a flower maniac, it's not a good occasion at all!

She was so full of a "obscene, indecent" eyes, looking at Mo Junbo's back.

It's really handsome, even the back is so magnificent and charming, or the walking posture is so elegant, just like the emperor. She's so crazy.

This man is her. No one's going to fight her. Who snatches, who she is anxious with! This must be her Yang Lihe man, she contracted!

Ha ha!

Looking at Mo Junbo's back, Yang Lihe's silent smile two times, that pair of brilliant eyes are full of thief light.

Suddenly, Mo Jun in front of him stopped and turned around.

Yang Lihe didn't react for a moment. He didn't have time to stop, so he ran straight into it.

His chest, as hard as a stone, hurt her nose.

Sour, eyes are floating up a layer of misty.

Yang Lihe gently stroked his nose, looked up, his eyes were like beads and fog, and his beautiful red lips curved a playful and ambiguous arc. Her body once again tilted toward him with a 30 degree angle, soft voice whispered and extremely elegant, "Mr. Mo, you don't have to turn around intentionally! If you hurt someone's nose, don't worry, your liver is pounding

Mo Junbo's mouth twitched two times, but she was still smiling, charming and gorgeous, just like a bud in bud, charming and enchanting.

"What are you thinking, staring at my back?"