The two men who stayed behind continued to drink, without the dancers on the stage to accompany them, and the ambiguous factor in the air also disappeared a lot.
"My lord, are you going to let Widowmaker go like this?" Mo Yuan asked quietly.
Bei Chenxiao sipped the red wine and smiled like Satan, "A killer who killed my woman and son, do you think I will keep her? Let her be arrogant for a few days now, just to get what I want.
Once she has no use value..."
Mo Yuan took the words, "Then leave it to me."
The youngest godfather of the Mafia, this title is not for nothing.
"Mo Yuan is the one who knows me." Bei Chenxiao picked up the wine glass and said, "Thank you in advance."
"I don't care about verbal thanks. Looking back, remember to help me buy the KTV on East Street. I have fallen in love with the foreman there."
"make a deal."
The two men drank a few more bottles of wine and left the bar. Both of them were a little drunk.
He was standing on the steps with his hands in his pockets, waiting for the bus. He was a handsome man. From time to time, he glanced sideways and talked, which attracted the attention of many passers-by. However, the dangerous aura exuding from the men was a silent warning.
They dare not look more,
Mo Yuan took out two cigarettes from his pocket and gave one to Beichen Xiao. The two of them lit it and started smoking slowly.
At this time, a group of boys and girls came out of the bar chattering. They looked like students in age.
"Momo, let me take you home." One of the boys said enthusiastically to a girl.
The girl had a smooth ponytail, a pair of eyes as bright as crescent moons, and her skin was as delicate and lubricated as the petals when a bud first bloomed. Her faint pure fragrance could be smelled from far away.
The girl hesitated when she heard what the boy said.
The boy struck while the iron was hot, "Momo, it's so late and it's not safe for you as a girl, so just let me see you off."
Seeing her lowering her head, the boy boldly took the girl's hand, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, it was pulled away by a strong force. Then the air around him suddenly became several degrees colder. The girl was shocked, and she was already gone.
In Mo Yuan's arms.
Mo Yuan looked at the boy coldly, with a strong anger on his brows, as if a volcano was on the verge of erupting, and the heat continued to rise.
The boy felt Mo Yuan's cold aura and took a step back in fright. The boys and girls around him also looked at this handsome and lifeless man without saying a word.
"Uncle." Momo called out timidly and gently pulled his sleeve, "Uncle, don't be angry."
Mo Yuan said nothing, took her hand and turned to leave.
Momo was pulled so hard that she staggered and almost fell down, but she didn't dare to say anything and could only follow Mo Yuan silently.
The boy just now asked the girl who had a good relationship with Momo, "Who is that man?"
"Momo's uncle, Mo Yuan." The girl looked at the direction the two were leaving with an envious look on her face, "I wish I had such a handsome and rich uncle."
Mo Yuan pulled Momo to the side of the car that had just arrived, and waved to Beichen Xiao who looked interested.
Bei Chenxiao smiled incomprehensibly, smiled, and pinched out the cigarette in his hand.
He and Mo Yuan were both a little drunk, especially Mo Yuan, whose drinking capacity was slightly worse than his. But he knew that if that man went crazy with alcohol, he would be so drunk that no one could stop him.
Momo sat next to Mo Yuan, and the air in the car was a bit dull and depressing.
Mo Yuan remained silent, looking out the window coldly.
Momo didn't dare to speak, so she could only sit quietly, with a pair of small white jade-like hands resting helplessly between her legs.
Back at Mo Yuan's villa, he dragged her out of the car. Her wrist hurt from his pulling, and she hurriedly shouted, "Uncle, it hurts."
"Don't call me uncle." Mo Yuan suddenly turned around and yelled at her, the redness in his eyes like burning flames.
Momo was frightened by his appearance and bit her lip in grievance.
He dragged her into the villa and went up to the second floor.
His body exuded a strong smell of alcohol, and she said fearfully: "Uncle, you are drunk, can I ask the servant to make you sobering soup?"
He turned around, glared at her fiercely, and kicked open the door in front of him.
Momo exclaimed and was picked up by him and thrown onto the bed.
She was so frightened that she didn't know what had happened to her uncle who had always been gentle and caring towards her. She was even more sure that he was drunk.
She tried to get up from the bed, but Mo Yuan's majestic body pressed down like a mountain, holding down her slender limbs as if they were shackled.
"uncle..."
"Don't call me uncle..." He moved forward and sealed her lips fiercely.
Feeling the familiar yet unfamiliar male aura, Momo was completely stunned.
How could this happen? The person pressing on her now is her uncle?
Mo Yuan ravaged the soft lips crazily, and the tip of his tongue forcefully opened her small teeth, penetrated her mouth, hooked the sweet-smelling tongue and sucked.
Momo finally reacted at this time and pushed her tongue hard outwards to resist, but she was no match for him. He immediately took over the cherry mouth and jade tongue.
He held her in his arms, and his outer robe fell to the ground roughly, leaving only the girl's pink underwear.
She tried to break free, but her body shape was indeed too petite. Compared with Mo Yuan, who was slender and strong, the difference between a small mountain and a ten thousand-foot high peak was simply huge.
Mo Yuan's strong arms made the two of them so close that there was no gap. Her soft breasts were rubbed by his hard chest, and her round and plump buttocks were caressed by his powerful right hand, moving towards his lower body.
Press hard.
He stroked her fair jade back, rubbing it up and down, and the creamy touch made the desire in his heart swell to the point of almost exploding.
He groaned like a little animal, and tears fell from his eyes, and they were as crystal clear as pearls, flowing down the corners of his eyes to the temples on both sides, and disappeared.
Who will tell her what happened and why her uncle did this to her?
He loves her so much and protects her so much, and he doesn't want her to be exposed to wind or rain. His good friends all say with envy, "Momo, I wish I had an uncle like that."
Momo's tears became more and more violent, wetting Mo Yuan's face.
A cold light flashed through his fierce eyes, and the pear-shaped little face beneath him suddenly turned into another person, the woman he hated so much.
It was she who killed his eldest brother and gave birth to a daughter who looked exactly like her mother. She was simply a charming little fairy.