Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Instead of answering her words, Mo Jingdeep moved his eyebrows with no expression, and looked at her coldly: “How does it feel to smash the cake? ”

“…” Yiyi dared not look up, had no idea what he should say, and could only reluctantly answer: “Yep, I'm fine... as long as Mo was happy...”

Mojing smiled deeply: “Am I happy? ”

“Yes… yes… you should be happy…” Yiyi nodded incessantly.

“To please me, but at a price. ”

Yiyi heard Mo Jing's deep, cold voice and only she could feel the cold mockery. She didn't know how she had ever caused him such a god, and she had no idea what to do.

More panicked, isn't Seasonal Warm really his wife?

Suddenly, Mo Jing pointed to the other seven layers of cake placed in the window, the closest to here, and the clerk pushed the cake in front of her with an eye.

Yiyi's eyes were stiff and raised to the depth of the ink.

“Smash." The cold words spit out in the deep mouth of the ink, and his cold eyes had no temperature at all.

Yiyi shuddered: “This... this...”

Mo Jingdeep, even with a sneer, still seemed to be mesmerized with a smile: “Didn't you say, as long as I'm happy? ”

“But this...”

“Smash!” Mo Jingdeep did not give her another chance to say another word. Her eyes glanced at her like a knife.

Yiyi stayed still, but did not dare to slacken in his frozen eyes, reaching out to hold the seven layers of heavy cake, because the action held so much cream on him, but did not dare to say another word, after a few dozen seconds of hesitation, just one bite in his eyes, inevitably dropped the whole cake directly to the ground.

Two giant cakes fell to the ground, and the cream and cake stalled into large pieces. The sweetness of the cream in the air made people feel no sweetness, but the silent smoke was approaching.

The storekeepers didn't dare to talk when they saw the cake that had been smashed on the ground. Yiyi's husband didn't dare to talk at this time, not even a word of maintenance.

And the movement here attracted the eyes of people passing by outside, and a lot of people started watching outside.

“Continue.”

The dark sound of the ink scene was cool, and the pale eyes glanced at the cake shop dozens of large and small cakes, many of which were scheduled to be taken today, as well as some new cake samples made the previous few days.

Those storekeepers saw Mo Jingdeep's eyes and guessed what he meant, but no one dared to speak anymore, and no one dared to go forward to stop the development of the situation.

At first, these shopkeepers didn't know who Mo always was, but the person in charge of the store bowed to him so humbly. Obviously, it should be the owner behind the island. I heard that the owner of the island is Mo, which should be his true esteem.

Who dares to mess with this god? I just don't want to hang out with Argentina on this golden island!

“President Mo, this... just hit one... this...”

Mo Jing ignored her words deeply and his cold eyes swept over her face: "Did you smash it, or did I ask your husband to smash it? ”

Yiyi shuddered, it was not easy when it involved her husband. After all, Mo Jingshen was the owner of the island, and her husband was authorized by Shine Group to be the chief of the island. If she got into this big BOSS, her husband would probably be... then it would be more than just a piece of cake.

She turned around to pick up the other two little cakes in the window and smashed them to the ground.

More and more people appeared outside the store, pointing to YIYI, who was smashing the cake. She followed her husband on the island for several years and many merchants had opinions about her. At this point, she was smashing the cake, and there was a lot of discussion, thinking that she was out of her mind, and there were more and more people watching it.

“Continue." Mo Jingdeep is still a cool voice.

But as he spoke, he glanced at the silent season warmth.

Yiyi's eyes were all red, but she dared not delay. One by one, she smashed them to the ground. The clerk also dared not slack at this moment based on Ink's deep face. He voluntarily moved the other cakes away from her one by one to let her smash them.

The cream and cake at Yiyi's feet were almost piled up. She was all wobbly and a lot of the cream was sticky on her body. Turn around and pick up the other cakes to smash them.

Until all the molded cakes in the store were smashed to the ground full of cream, a messy scene that was hard to clean up.

Yiyi just thought she could relieve herself and Mo Jing suddenly looked cold at the clerk hiding next to her and said, "Bring all the finished and unfinished cakes in your room. ”

The clerk was surprised, and Yiyi was equally shocked.

But when the clerk saw Mo Jingdeep's eyes, his instinct was to go upstairs and get them.

The people outside the store have almost completely blocked the door of the cake shop. Seasonal Warm stands in front of the scene deep in the ink scene, and the ink name in her mind strangely shows many strange images, as if this man often supports her like this, protecting her all the time.

She paused and turned to Yiyi's already bloodless look.

Seasonal Warm doesn't really understand the current situation, but it just feels unnamed in my heart. It's particularly painful. The unhappiness in my mind just now seems like it's all gone away.

She lifted her hand and gently pulled the deep cuffs and whispered, “Deep, I don't want to be here anymore. ”

Just at this time, the clerk took down the cake and a lot of desserts in the room. Yiyi saw that the season warmed in front of the deep ink scenery and looked delicate and dependent. Her face was much more stiff in a flash. Then she saw what had been moved down. Her face could no longer be described simply as stiff white.

“Give her, keep smashing.” Mo Jingdeep held the season warm in his arms and patted her shoulder softly, whispering coldly.

“President Mo, I... can I not smash it, the ground can no longer be stacked...” Yiyi cried with her eyes and begged for forgiveness.

“Didn't you really like the cake shop? Aren't you proud?” Mo Jing's cold voice didn't slow down: “It hurts to smash a few cakes? ”

“No, President Mo, I, I...”

“To remind you in particular, all the cakes were smashed today and all the bills were put in your name. ”

“…” Yiyi's legs suddenly softened again, almost sitting on the floor, but the floor was full of cream, and she busily lifted her hand to the table beside her, which barely stood.

There were no cheap cakes just now, the smallest ones were $34,000, and they were quite large, and all these cakes, along with all the semi-finished products and desserts that came out of the production room, she smashed at least three million.