Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Mo Jingdeep in this transaction, almost silently blocked Anshu's retreat.

Such a reversal, just between instantaneous changes, no one thought, let alone could be prevented, so invisible pushed by Mojing.

Then Mo Jingshen talked to Mr. Weisson randomly, recommending a friend of his who specializes in wedding ideas in the United States, which, of course, has been completely settled.

Father An was about to say something, but Mo Jingshen had smiled and talked to a local Haicheng company leader behind him in a low voice, ending the previous topic.

Mr. An Yan clamped his skirt in the dark and prevented Mr. Weisson from being right next to him. He could not show too much bad emotion. He said calmly: "I am not very comfortable. I will go to the bathroom. ”

As he said, he turned around and quickly walked towards the bathroom.

As a result, she just walked to the hallway leading to the bathroom, saw the light inside was dark, and then saw the bodyguard who was often following Uncle Mo standing nearby, and the bodyguard looked back at her and showed her to leave.

An Yan stared at the darkness inside and looked at the direction of the ladies' bathroom.

Unknown, she seemed to have guessed something, paused for a moment and slowly backed away, turning around and walking away.

Until Anshu's footsteps passed in the other direction behind the crowd, Mo Jing deeply raised his eyes and noticed the flashing tension on her face. Despite her good cover, he still noticed a few anomalies.

At this moment, Anshu Yan's hands and feet were cold and his eyes dimmed. He went down to the second floor under the guidance of the staff.

From the day Mojingdeep made her leave Mojingzhi four days later, she knew that there was absolutely no room for change in the decisions he made.

I also wanted to use this opportunity to work with Shine Group to stay with him for a while, but I didn't expect him to let her be his date today, just to give her enough reason to face her family before relentlessly driving her back to the United States, so that neither her father nor Uncle Mo would have anything to say.

Anshu Yan stood at the railing on the second floor, avoiding the crowd's gaze, and picked up his phone and called Mo Jingshen directly.

She can't just go back to America, and everything that happens tonight is doomed, and if she goes back, it's hard to get to him again.

Mo Jingdeep saw the number shown on the call and did not answer it until the vibration of the phone stopped and the call did not continue.

The phone was quiet and Mo Jing raised his eyes deeply, because of the flash of nervousness before Anshu, he thought about sweeping the entire banquet hall.

Suddenly, the phone shook up again, and this time it was Sister Chen who called.

Mojing deeply frowned and answered the phone.

“Mr. and Mrs. Moore, did you go to your office tonight?” Sister-in-law Chen's tone is somewhat worrying.

“She didn't go back? ”

“No, it's already so late, ma'am hasn't come back yet. I thought she might have gone to your company to find you. Her phone is still off, she can't reach anyone...”

Ink's deep gaze was more quickly searched through the scene, his eyes were deep and his anger was indistinguishable.

At this point in the banquet hall, a staff member suddenly cautioned: "Ladies and gentlemen, I am truly sorry that there is a circuit failure in the bathroom on the first floor of the banquet hall. It is temporarily unavailable. Please move to the second floor or other floors later. The bathroom on the first floor is currently closed. ”

It was just a reminder from the staff that the circuits in the bathroom were broken and did not affect everything in the banquet hall.

The staggering of preparations continues.

At this time, An Yan had come back. When he heard the staff's reminder, he looked directly in the direction of Mo Jingdeep.

“President Mo, can we have a word? I don't want to go back to America...” She walked over to him and whispered in front of him.

Instead of looking at her deep in the ink, she turned her back indifferently and looked directly in the direction of the bathroom.

The figure that suddenly walks toward the bathroom like a renegade in the crowd because of the words of the staff is...

I don't know when it will appear in the banquet hall.

An Yan stood in front of him, but found that the man's eyes were exploring the degree of moderation, looking over there, sinking, with a chilling sense of oppression.

Deep Mo Jing is such a person, when you see him, you can't help but think of the white frost tree when everything fades in winter, and the clear lining stands in the colorful cold weather snow, clean, alienated, even indifferent and not close, but because it's too beautiful, it has more flavor of love.

At this time, however, his traditional hidden look on the cultivated moral turtleneck was no longer so good, the jaw line was slightly tight, and the eyebrows seemed to be thin snow at the top of the mountain, as if tearing away the noble and friendly disguise in the famous resort, transforming Zhou into a cold arrow full of killing air, as if the next second would shoot through everything.

Anshu suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his sleeve. He wanted to leave people behind and stay with him. His eyes looked straight at him and whispered: "President Mo, Uncle Mo and my father are calling you. ”

Ink's deep eyes were frightening and cold. An Yan Xiu frowned and his hands were tighter on his sleeve: “President Ink! ”

“Let go.” Mo Jing's deep, cold voice sounded, waiting for the words of An to reflect, and pulled his arm out directly. He walked faceless in the direction of the cold.

Anshu Yan stood still and then hurried up to follow the past.

“President Mo, it's been years, I don't know...” Someone next to him saw Mo Jing Deep, and he was just about to chill out.

“Excuse me.” The deep end of the ink landscape didn't go back directly, his eyes slightly dimmed.

“President Mo...” Ansheu saw that he was approaching that direction, afraid that what he had just feared and suspected had become real, hurried to grab his wrist: “Tonight is an important party of Mo's and Shine Group, the staff has just said, the bathroom on the ground floor is not working, there is no one there...”

But Mo Jing pushed her away in a deep, cold way. An Shu shrugged for a moment. He reached out and tried to stand steady with his arm. The moment he raised his hand, the man had gone away.

Everyone in the banquet hall saw it because of the movement over here, and Mozambique also saw the direction of Mo Jing Deep, his eyes frowned coldly and placed the unfinished glass of wine in the waiter's pallet.

Sheng Yi snorted back, the cold gaze to the deep view of the ink, four eyes opposite, seemed to be the ice slag when the Arctic iceberg collided, Sheng Yi was about to walk to the bathroom door footsteps suddenly paused, if thoughtful emotions flashed away, the corner of the mouth was filled with silky laughing arcs.

Mo Jing approached deeply and faintly: “Tonight's dinner, it looks like one of Mo's hospitality is not well, the bathroom in the hotel banquet hall actually broke down, Mr. Sheng might want to move to the second floor? ”

“Sheng did not have the talent, but this business has not officially crossed the door, but was remembered by President Mo, and recognized at a glance.” The tone is just as slow as it is when it's cold.

The ink landscape was silent, and the cold eyes had looked directly at the bathroom door in the dark of the corridor.