I gave someone a card as soon as I came up. Is Mo Lang planning to pack and raise her...

However, should she have the thickest and most golden thighs in the entire imperial capital? If she wants to be wrapped, she will be wrapped by Huo Tingxiao!

Huo Tingxiao's face suddenly turned dark. He hooked up with his wife in front of him. Do you think he lived too long?

"That...Mr. Mo, there is no need for a meeting gift, and more, your card is too expensive... I just need to receive your wishes." Yun Weiyang thought about his words and spoke.

Mo Lang became anxious and hurriedly stuffed the card into Yun Weiyang's hand, "How can this work! You are my brother's woman, and my Mo Lang's relative... You must accept this."

Yun Weiyang's mouth twitched. Is there such an operation?

Yun Weiyang turned his head and looked at Huo Tingxiao, "Why, are your friends so bold?"

A hint of helplessness appeared between Huo Tingxiao's eyebrows, "Please accept it, Xiao Mozai doesn't usually do this."

Yun Weiyang: "..."

Uh...I really can't answer this...

So what is he like usually?

To be honest, this name is worthy of its name. This guy looks very erratic. Mo Lang seemed to realize that his reaction was a bit too much, so he retreated to the sand and sat down, "Well, Tingxiao is right. I don't usually do this, but I was surprised that this ten thousand-year-old single dog actually has a girlfriend, so... I'm a little lost for a while.

Status, hehe, sorry.”

Yun Weiyang suddenly had a black line. How hatred is Huo Tingxiao? Having a girlfriend actually scared the person like this? Yun Weiyang glanced at the bank card in his hand and put it in his pocket helplessly. Huo Tingxiao was talking, and it seemed a bit pretentious if she postponed it. Moreover, for Mo Lang, this bank card might be just a gift for meeting.

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"Haha, since that's the case, I'm disrespectful. Mr. Mo's friend, I, Yun Weiyang, said." Yun Weiyang spoke in an old tone. A hint of joy suddenly appeared in Mo Lang's eyes. However, in order to avoid arousing Yun Weiyang's suspicion, he suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and stood up from the sand, "Haha, okay... It's good that you like it, Tingxiao, I suddenly thought

I still have some urgent matters to deal with...I'll leave first."

Huo Tingxiao nodded slightly, "Do you need me to arrange someone to send it?"

Mo Lang's head was shaking like a rattle, "No, I can do it myself."

Huo Tingxiao stopped talking, and Mo Lang hurriedly left the hall.

Yun Weiyang frowned slightly, then scratched his head, "Well, Huo Tingxiao, your friend... is there a trick in his mind? He always feels like he is weird..."

Huo Tingxiao pinched his eyebrows, "He is just too tired recently, but he is a trustworthy person. If there is an urgent matter in the future, he can find him."

Yun Weiyang was stunned. She didn't expect that Huo Tingxiao would trust Mo Lang so much. Even An Xun and Huo Tingxiao had never said such words.

Yun Weiyang: "Well, but there should be no such chance. Even if you are not here, Xiao Yeye and Xiao Yaoyao are still there. How can you find an outsider, right?"

The expression of someone who was shining the hair instantly calmed down a little, "Yes."

Yun Weiyang coughed lightly, "Well, can you ask Xiao Yeye to help me check someone?"

Yun Weiyang rarely asks Huo Tingxiao for help. Sometimes, if Huo Tingxiao wants to take the initiative to help, he will be rejected by Yun Weiyang.

It made him very distressed.

His wife is too strong, and he is helpless.

Huo Tingxiao nodded: "Say." Yun Weiyang smashed his mouth, "Our company recently cooperated with Cangchuan Comics Club. I met a cartoonist. The girl felt very pitiful. She was bullied by a scumbag again. Please ask Xiao Yeye to help me check who that scumbag is.

I must cut him to death!”

Huo Tingxiao: "That's it?"

Yun Weiyang looked terrified, "Yeah! That's it. Wanwan's private life is too simple. It's hard for me to intervene directly. First, I figure out which slag it is, and I'll make a long-term plan."

Huo Tingxiao: "Okay, I'll turn around and tell Qin Ye."

Yun Weiyang then breathed a sigh of relief and stretched, "I've been busy all day and I'm a little tired. I'll send Xiaobao to rest first."

Huo Tingxiao; "Yes."

Yun Weiyang took Xiaobao away and went to Xiaobao's villa.

The imperial capital, Longqian Mountain Cemetery.

Surrounded by a green and green mountain, this black cemetery is surrounded by the center.

The night fog is shrouded in, and the cold wind blows in the roar. The cold cemetery looks particularly gloomy and terrifying.

A black Bentley car drove into the cemetery parking lot almost crazy, and then parked horizontally in the middle of the parking lot. After a sharp brake, the black car stopped motionlessly.

Inside the Bentley.

A man in a black suit sat in the driving position with his back tightly. He grabbed the steering wheel with both hands. Because he tried too hard, his white fingers had clear joints, as if he was about to jump and break at any time.

The man lowered his head, his heart was fluctuating violently, as short as ink, covering half of his face. In this dark environment, he could not see his expression clearly.

After a while, water droplets slowly fell down and hit the steering wheel...

His whole body was shaking gently, and his heart seemed to be being pulled hard by someone, causing blood to hurt.

It took him a long time to slowly raise his cheek. His cheek, which had always been careless, was full of pain and confusion. He raised his hand stiffly, buried his cheek deeply into his palm, and then wiped his face.

After a moment, the man pushed open the car door and walked towards the cemetery gate step by step.

On the cemetery, people were prohibited from entering and leaving at night. The man walked to the front door, kicked open the door, and then walked in.

There was only a faint and dim light around the cemetery, but the man walked towards a certain direction deep in the cemetery as if there was no obstacle.

Step by step, it was like stepping on his heart. Every time he took a step, his heart fell from a height...

He often comes to this place.

He could not remember how many times he would drive around when he got drunk. Even though he could only look at the cold black tombstone, even though he knew that the man would never survive again, he still couldn't control himself.

The man walked to a black tombstone, and there were still flowers in front of the tombstone. It was her favorite tulips in her lifetime. The fiery red color was her passion for life and yearning for life.

"Alang, when we get married in the future, will we have to plant tulips in the yard? It's better to feed another dog, well, but you are not allowed to bully the dog..." "Alang, I really want to grow up quickly, so that I can marry you early..."
Chapter completed!