Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

The ink gradually retracted its gaze, slowly sliding through the black suit cuffs.

Dark and cold eyes, those eyebrows are particularly cold: “If Seasonal Warm loses one hair tonight, you Han family's luck is almost over. Are you sure you want to fight me? ”

Han Tian instantly froze, and the calm on his face hid a silk crack.

“Give you one last chance.” Mojing frowned deeply, hidden killer appeared: “Seasonal warmth, where? ”

Han Tian cautiously said: “I don't know, but I actually saw her show up at the banquet, someone put something unclean in the cup, and then dragged several men directly into the elevator madly. I think it's better to play in which room right now...”

Until the voice fell, Han Tian suddenly strangled his throat with an icy hand, suffocating instantly, he looked at the depth of the ink.

He didn't even get a chance to shine.

“President Mo, gentlemen don't do anything. Besides, this has nothing to do with me...”

Mo Jing smiled deeply and her eyes were colder and darker.

If a major master were to be strangled like this, even death would be too ugly. Although Han Tianyuan is confident that there is no evidence of his involvement in this matter tonight, he still knows that he really got away with it tonight.

Mo Jingshen, don't say it was to kill a man, even if it was in the public, no one would dare to hold him accountable!

“General Mo, all the doors of the hotel have been sealed. Now go in?” Shen Moo walked behind Mo Jing and whispered.

“Search one room at a time! ”

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In the hotel's banquet hall, because of the appearance of deep Mojing, the scenery suddenly crawled, the organizer and the hotel's head rushed over after hearing the news, but Mojing completely ignored it.

Everyone was controlled in all corners of the venue, and the bar adjacent to the hotel's first level corridor was also sealed off from the exit and no fly could fly out.

“You, stop!” Shen Moo saw a waiter sneaking his eyes behind the crowd and asked his bodyguard to bring him here.

The waiter was singled out, and his face was already frightened and blue. As soon as he saw Ink's deep eyes, he was afraid to lift his head.

In his reflection, it is not difficult to see that he is a thief.

“Stand still! Shake what?” Shen Moo kicked behind the waiter's knee.

“President Mo, President Mo...” The waiter was frightened and tightened, barely standing steady, shivering his voice to try to get away with his honest statement: “It's none of my business, it's really none of my business... I was also instructed by someone, President Mo... please, please let me go...”

Mojing glanced deep and cold: “Where is she? ”

The waiter raised his finger rigidly and pointed upstairs: “On the 10th and 10th floors, Miss Zhou brought your wife up...”

In an instant, Mo Jingdeep's figure walked into the elevator, and the entire banquet hall was face-to-face.

Normally, this kind of dinner, Mo Jingshen can't even invite you, suddenly appeared today, even more terrible ranking, what's the big deal?

On the 10th floor of the hotel, the doors of all the rooms were kicked open, one room at a time, until the innermost, that door that was unlocked from the outside, Mo Jing just approached, suddenly heard a wave of women inside. A shaky and painful cry.

The bodyguard who followed him and Shen Moo, who rushed over, heard the noise, dared not change anything on his face, let alone look at the dark face of Ink.

The ink landscape paused for only a moment and looked calmly at the door in front of him.

The sound, it's not seasonal warmth.

Even if someone made something really unclean, even if she was out of her mind, the screaming of the hard to hear could never be seasonal warmth.

Deep in the ink, the door kicked open and the dark room filled with some disgusting smell.

At the moment of entering the door, his frosty eyes looked at the woman being crushed by several naked men, who had already had purple, messy hair, dirty, and all kinds of milky white liquid flowing through her body.

Even her lower body was constantly and ferociously invaded by men, and even if someone broke in, it continued for a moment.

As soon as the door opened, Shen Mu instinct closed his eyes.

Deep in the ink, he looked at the woman's face with cold eyes.

Shen Moo opened his eyes and saw the scene when he discovered that Mo Jingdeep had not spoken.

The woman was crying and struggling. The men seemed to be losing their minds. This scene of the wheel J... is really unprecedented...

This... is Zhou Yeon Yeon?

“President Mo...” Shen Moo looked back and suddenly turned to the depth of Mo Jing.

“Keep looking.” The ink scene is dark and dark, and the tone is extremely pale.

The hotel is a well-known six-star hotel in Haicheng, with many floors and rooms, and if the seasonal warmth is really drugged, it's impossible to leave on her own.

A group of soldiers searched the floors in several directions, and surveillance on the tenth floor and elevator was carried out.

Until the surveillance room called suddenly: "Got it! Surveillance on the ground floor isn't broken! Twenty minutes ago, Mrs. Mo walked alone through the hotel hallway to the bar that connects her! ”

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Season warms in the box, pushes away the two obscene. Trouble. The perverted man, struggling to get up, reached up and picked up a bottle of beer on the coffee table and smashed it, lifted it up against them, stood up against the couch, his eyes fierce, his eyes like a torch: "Fuck off! ”

The thought of her being hugged from the door by one of those fat-headed men on the couch just made her sick and upset!

That's the last 20 minutes. After a couple of struggles, those two changed. The man was fat and strong, drunk but much better than she was.

She used the bottle as a sharp tool to protect herself, but she was only threatened for a moment and a half. The two men pounded her hard on the couch at the same time, quickly pulling the bottle away from her and throwing it on the floor.

“Fuck off, don't touch me--”

“CNMD, see how long you can last!” One of them changed. The mortal man's mouth cursed and was about to tear her clothes directly. Seasonal warmth lowered his head and bite his hand hard.

“Ah, Mom. Son of a bitch. Shame on your face!” The perverted man raised his hand in pain by slapping her in the face.

Don't open your face when Seasonal Warm is beaten. It's dark in front of you, but you hold on to your mind. Take the opportunity to grab the fruit tray on the coffee table and get a fruit knife from inside. You don't even have time to hesitate, and stab him in the thigh!

“Ah, fuck...”

Screaming, swinging. The man jumped directly in pain, and the other saw the knife in her hand, reaching straight to his face to grab it.

Seasonal warmth kept waving the fruit knife in his hand, racing back and forth toward the two of them, at the moment when they squeezed their hands away, got up and grabbed another bottle of wine with their other hand, smashed it hard on the coffee table, held the cold and sparkling fruit knife in one hand, held the sharp bottle in the other hand, pointed at them, eyes full of death guard, did not dare to relax for a moment.

This is what Mojing saw when he kicked open the door and walked in.