The car drove far away, and Zeng Miaomiao was still sulking.

My mother brought something back, and she beat people at every turn, and even took it upon herself.

How could the person I like be a bad person? He must be deliberately looking for trouble and going against himself.

The man looked at the man standing upright in the rearview mirror with gloomy eyes. He originally thought he was an ordinary person with murderous intent, easy to deal with, but who knew he was hiding it so deeply that he couldn't catch a single move?

Still feeling a dull pain: "Who is he?"

He turned his head and looked at the girl who was obsessed with and trusting him. This was his prey.

Although he is not young, he has mature charm that young men do not have, a successful career and enough sense of security. He is the type that many young girls like.

Zeng Miaomiao was one of them, and it took no effort at all to make her obsessed with him.

He was thinking about how to enjoy such a fresh and tender body.

Zeng Miaomiao was angry: "My mother raised a pretty boy, don't worry about it."

The man reached out and held her hand gently, his mechanical voice full of magnetism: "Don't be angry, I will take you to relax and let you forget all the unpleasantness."

Zeng Miaomiao nodded: "As long as I can be with you, I can go anywhere."

The look in his eyes became more and more soft and obsessed.

She could feel pampered by this man, deeply infatuated with him, and greedily wanted to be together forever and never leave him.

As long as she can be with him, her heart will beat fast. This is the beginning of love, the deepest love for the opposite sex!

…

As soon as Mo Heng opened his eyes, he saw four eyes staring at him.

Su Cen smiled and said, "How did you sleep, Master Patriarch?"

I slept until dawn and had a really solid sleep.

"It's acceptable." Mo Heng stood up quickly, unhurriedly, and tidied up the clothes that were like clouds on his body. His eyes were calm and unhurried, without any intention of ruining the bridal night of his precious disciple.

Su Cen gained a new understanding of the thick-skinnedness of his ancestor, and continued to smile: "Would you like to help you groom yourself?"

Mo Heng glanced at her lightly, and lightly opened his lips: "Yes."

He also stretched out his hand, waiting for her to arrange his clothes, taking it as a matter of course.

Seeing no movement, he looked over and said, "Hurry and serve."

Su Cen was so rude when he saw him that he almost didn't come over in one breath, but he still climbed up the pole smoothly.

Li Jinxing quickly patted her back and said, "Calm down, calm down."

Su Cen glared at him: "Look at him, does he look like the patriarch?"

Li Jinxing quickly coaxed: "We are juniors, and we should serve our elders. Grandmaster is already a long time ago and has never been married. What a pity! Let him feel the feelings and have a good time."

Su Cen agreed: "It's quite pitiful to say the least. Let's not care about it."

Li Jinxing glanced at Mo Heng and continued: "That's right, I'm careless. Maybe he thinks we are unfilial as juniors and misunderstood our intentions."

"It makes sense." Su Cen agreed: "Respecting the elderly and caring for the young is a traditional virtue. We cannot be unfilial and disloyal. We must let our ancestors feel our filial piety towards him."

Mo Heng turned around in an instant and glared at the two people who were singing and singing. His eyes narrowed dangerously. The two people's words were more heart-wrenching than each other. They must have deliberately come to bury him!

Knife after knife was stabbed into his heart, piercing his heart.

Especially Li Jinxing, who clearly knew that he and he were of the same blood, would stab others the hardest, and would not even spare himself when he hurt others.
Chapter completed!