Les: ...Daughter, what’s going on with this kind of fear of chaos!
Long Qingtian had long been accustomed to Mo Jiu's style, and was not surprised at all by her occasional words, and his men used even more strength.
Their wrists connected and their bodies collided with each other.
Les raised his lips and smiled, charming all living beings: "Boy, you are no match for me. I have been in love for so many years, and there is no one I can't defeat. This woman is mine!"
Humph, she is definitely his daughter. Even if she doesn't admit it, she still has my blood flowing in her body!
Long Qingtian punched him.
The two separated again, Long Qingtian's eyes deepened, just like midnight, their legs intertwined, and suddenly bumped into each other.
Long Qingtian said calmly: "Want an old cow to eat young grass? Ask my fist first!"
Les laughed.
While chatting, the two men kept fighting and fought for more than ten rounds.
The more they fought, the more frightened the two of them became.
Long Qingtian knew that there was something out there, but it was beyond his expectation that this man was so powerful.
Rice had long known that Long Qingtian was the king of the special forces, but the special forces king looked like that every year. He never expected that Long Qingtian could tie with him!
Both of them had the feeling of meeting a close friend over wine, and the fight was very enjoyable.
Rice specially picked Long Qingtian's face to hit, and said euphemistically: "Boy, I think your face is uncomfortable. Anyone who is as handsome as me will be beaten flat by me."
Long Qingtian was not that weak, but he counterattacked: "If you have the ability, hit him more. I'm more handsome than you."
Mo Jiu:...Brother, can we be more narcissistic?
Les laughed again. He really liked this son-in-law more and more!
The two fought for a few more rounds. When they were tired, they stopped where they were and rested five meters apart from each other.
Rice moved his neck and shoulders and stretched out his finger to Long Qingtian, "Awesome!"
Long Qingtian snorted coldly, "Each other."
Les raised his shoulders and said, "Miss Mo Xiaojiu..."
"It's mine." Long Qingtian retorted immediately and waved his fist, "As a gangster, you are not from the same world as us. This time, I will temporarily spare you, but next time... you will offend me.
If you have it in your hand, it won’t be so easy to escape.”
Les curled his lips and looked at Mojiu again, "I was going to say goodbye to Miss Mojiu today."
Farewell?
Upon hearing these two words, Mo Jiu was slightly startled.
Uncle Mei is leaving?
Les raised his lips and said, "I'm going back."
Ah! Could it be that after Les saw that there was no future with Mo Jiayi today, this guy became discouraged?
Although she didn't like Mo Jiayi, she was her mother after all, so Mo Jiu felt that she needed to apologize to Les.
After all, Mo Jiayi was helped by others when she woke up from a vegetative state, right?
Mo Jiu took two steps forward and stretched out his arms: "Uncle Mei, I will miss you."
As soon as she stretched out her arm, Long Qingtian grabbed her wrist and snorted coldly.
Mo Jiu took the opportunity to retract her arm, but before she could say anything, a figure suddenly flashed beside her, and then, something warm was printed on her forehead.
Forehead?
Mojiu was stunned.
The scent of Les's perfume was filled with disdain, and Les's lips parted at the touch, so fast that Mojiu didn't even react.
When she came to her senses, she was holding her forehead in confusion. Was she being... eaten by someone?
