Marriage is worth a thousand dollars: the first young wife of a famous family 413.Chapter 413 The head of the dragon confronts Mo's father with the needlepoint against the wheat awn
413.Chapter 413 The head of the dragon confronts Mo's father with the needlepoint against the wheat awn
Les was right. Even if she could be with Long Qingtian, the two could only have a secret marriage, because if Mojiu didn't reveal her identity for a long time, they would never be able to appear openly on the street.
But when her identity was revealed, Mo Jiu shuddered and shook his head as soon as he thought about the reaction of the Leng Hell King. He couldn't say it, not even to his death!
And if Long Qingtian really gets married, might it be the right choice for him to leave here?
"How's it going?" Les immediately asked when he saw Mojiu showing signs of loosening.
But without thinking, Mo Jiu gave him a look in the rearview mirror, "Uncle, are you an idiot? I'm not a child, why did you kidnap me?!"
After saying this, Les was stunned. He thought about how many men and women wanted to squeeze under his protective umbrella as he was a popular figure in F country, but Les had never set his sights on anyone, but he was so busy.
I want to take someone with me, but I am despised by others...
I'm so contemptuous... I've never been looked at by anyone with such eyes in my life~!
After Mo Jiu said this, he caught a glimpse of Bai Zhantang's mouth twitching, and immediately said: "Uncle, I know you may be afraid that I will get hurt if I stay in the country, but I won't play this bet."
Saying this, Mo Jiu stared at the rearview mirror seriously, "I believe him, so I won't bet with you."
Mo Jiu said this so confidently that Les couldn't say a word to express his contempt.
When the atmosphere between the two of them was awkward, they suddenly heard the sound of ping-ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong noises.
Mojiu was shocked, but Laisi was calm and just said to Mojiu: "Turn left ahead!"
At the critical moment, amid the hail of bullets, Mo Jiu did not dare to go directly to Long Qingtian's villa. After all, this was a triad matter, and she did not want to discredit her elder brother.
He turned left obediently, and then there was the sharp sound of a car cutting through the ground, and the sound of gunshots. Fortunately, it was midnight, and those robbers also wore mufflers, but they dared to commit murder on the streets of Kyoto. Mo Jiu secretly marveled, this gang
People are so courageous!
It's just that the killers didn't catch up, so they must have been dealt with by Les's hands.
After the car stopped, Mo Jiu realized that she and Les had arrived in a community.
Les threw a key from his arms and said, "2601, Floor 26, Building 7."
Mo Jiu knew that no matter where they were, this group of people would have one or two properties. Single-family villas like Long Qingtian's were easily discovered. It was the safest to hide in the crowd. He immediately parked the car and asked Les
Putting a hand on his shoulder, he led him upstairs.
Les's house in Kyoto is a simple two-bedroom apartment with only 70 to 80 square meters. After turning on the light, he soon discovered that the room was just like the Les people, simple and elegantly decorated, all in white.
White floors, white walls, and white furniture. If it weren't for the rows of red wine on the wine rack that still exuded color, Mo Jiu felt that he would become blind sooner or later.
Kicking his heels back and closing the door, Mojiu helped Les walk to the sofa in the room. Dirty footprints were immediately left on the smooth and clean floor.
Putting Laisi carefully on the white sofa, Mo Jiu looked at the blood on Laisi's chest and felt a little helpless. He frowned and looked around. Laisi was right. Even if she could be with Long Qingtian, the two of them would only be together.
It could be a hidden marriage, because if Mo Jiu didn't reveal her identity, they would never be able to appear openly on the street.
But when her identity was revealed, Mo Jiu shuddered and shook his head as soon as he thought about the reaction of the Leng Hell King. He couldn't say it, not even to his death!
And if Long Qingtian really gets married, might it be the right choice for him to leave here?
"How's it going?" Les immediately asked when he saw Mojiu showing signs of loosening.
But without thinking, Mo Jiu gave him a look in the rearview mirror, "Uncle, are you an idiot? I'm not a child, why did you kidnap me?!"
After saying this, Les was stunned. He thought about how many men and women wanted to squeeze under his protective umbrella as he was a popular figure in F country, but Les had never set his sights on anyone, but he was so busy.
I want to take someone with me, but I am despised by others...
I'm so contemptuous... I've never been looked at by anyone with such eyes in my life~!
After Mo Jiu said this, he caught a glimpse of Bai Zhantang's mouth twitching, and immediately said: "Uncle, I know you may be afraid that I will get hurt if I stay in the country, but I won't play this bet."
Saying this, Mo Jiu stared at the rearview mirror seriously, "I believe him, so I won't bet with you."
Mo Jiu said this so confidently that Les couldn't say a word to express his contempt.
When the atmosphere between the two of them was awkward, they suddenly heard the sound of ping-ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong noises.
Mojiu was shocked, but Laisi was calm and just said to Mojiu: "Turn left ahead!"
At the critical moment, amid the hail of bullets, Mo Jiu did not dare to go directly to Long Qingtian's villa. After all, this was a triad matter, and she did not want to discredit her elder brother.
He turned left obediently, and then there was the sharp sound of a car cutting through the ground, and the sound of gunshots. Fortunately, it was midnight, and those robbers also wore mufflers, but they dared to commit murder on the streets of Kyoto. Mo Jiu secretly marveled, this gang
People are so courageous!
It's just that the killers didn't catch up, so they must have been dealt with by Les's hands.
After the car stopped, Mo Jiu realized that she and Les had arrived in a community.
Les threw a key from his arms and said, "2601, Floor 26, Building 7."
Mo Jiu knew that no matter where they were, this group of people would have one or two properties. Single-family villas like Long Qingtian's were easily discovered. It was the safest to hide in the crowd. He immediately parked the car and asked Les
Putting a hand on his shoulder, he led him upstairs.
Les's house in Kyoto is a simple two-bedroom apartment with only 70 to 80 square meters. After turning on the light, he soon discovered that the room was just like the Les people, simple and elegantly decorated, all in white.
White floors, white walls, and white furniture. If it weren't for the rows of red wine on the wine rack that still exuded color, Mo Jiu felt that he would become blind sooner or later.
Kicking his heels back and closing the door, Mojiu helped Les walk to the sofa in the room. Dirty footprints were immediately left on the smooth and clean floor.
Putting Les on the white sofa carefully, Mo Jiu looked at the blood on Les's chest and felt a little helpless, frowning and looking around.
