Mu Nianqing couldn't come back to her senses for a while.
Yingzhen gradually showed a smile
The man who was cold and domineering in San Francisco was possessed. Strong men are always better at capturing women's hearts. She fell in love with Mo Yanyi's masculine and domineering attitude in an instant.
Such a top-notch man who is gentle at times and overbearing at times. God will never create a second woman for her, so I decided not to miss her again.
In an instant, the unruly Miss Yingzhen said like a little woman: "Let's drive."
Mo Yanyi thanked her gently, got into the car with Ying Zhen, and left gracefully in the eyes of everyone who was petrified.
Mu Nianqing stared at Ferrari's fiery red shadow for a long time, until it disappeared from his sight, and she still didn't fully come back to her senses.
He is Mo Yanyi. He is very familiar with his sharp eyes and commanding tone. But why doesn't Mo Yanyi recognize him? Not only that, but even Ying Zhen doesn't recognize him.
He called her Zhenzhen, what happened to him?
Isn't he in San Francisco?
Suddenly, Mu Nianqing frowned. Fu Kang and Fu Jian's four personal bodyguards had returned home. There was no reason for Mo Yanyi to stay alone in San Francisco.
He suddenly remembered the secret figures of the Mo family gang in City A these days.
Something must have happened to Mo Yanyi
A bodyguard whispered: "Boss, it seemed like Mo just now..."
"I know." Mu Nianqing smiled coldly, a bit coquettishly, turned around and got into the car, and said to the driver, "Go to Mo's house."
Mo family, a little deserted
Mu Nianqing sat in the garden, sipping the cappuccino brought by the servant. Mo Yanyi loved this kind of coffee.
Mo Qixuan slowly walked towards him
Eight years have passed, and he has grown from an ignorant boy to a handsome man with beautiful trees in the wind. There is a shadow of Mo Yanyi between his eyebrows, but his expression is not as sharp as his.
"Brother Nianqing," he sat down opposite Mu Nianqing and chuckled, "Why do you have time to come to Mo's house for coffee?"
"It tastes really good," Mu Nianqing put down the coffee cup and said, "No wonder Yan Yi likes to drink it."
Mo Qixuan looked at him calmly and said, "Miss my brother?"
"Yes, we haven't practiced shooting together for a long time. I almost beat him every time, and I feel unwilling to do so," Mu Nianqing said with a smile.
"When he comes back from San Francisco, you can have a good discussion and learn from each other."
Mu Nianqing's eyes were gentle, but Mo Qixuan was startled: "When will he come back?"