Chapter 9: The master must be over eighty years old, right?
After waiting for half a second, there was no response. As soon as the housekeeper raised his hand, the door was opened from the inside.
Zhou Mo leaned against the door, his face expressionless, and his tone of voice was lazy and weak, but mixed with a trace of impatience!
"There is Mr. Meng downstairs who said he is here to see you." The housekeeper answered cautiously, fearing that Zhou Mo might accidentally kick him.
Zhou Mo paused and said, "I know."
I almost forgot that she asked Zhuohua's people to send clothes.
After a while, Zhou Mo went downstairs, and there was a young man in his late twenties or mid-twenties sitting on the sofa.
The man was wearing a suit and had a briefcase next to the sofa. He looked like he was here in a hurry.
When Meng Qin heard the movement, he raised his head and his eyes flashed, revealing an impeccably delicate face.
She was so beautiful and yet so heroic that for a moment, Meng Qin forgot to stand up and say hello.
By the time he reacted, Zhou Mo had already sat on the sofa opposite him.
The housekeeper gave Zhou Mo a cup of hot tea and glanced at Meng Qin curiously.
He knew Zhou Mo's network, and she didn't know anyone except Fu Sheng.
But the man in front of me is no ordinary person at first glance.
"Are you...are you Miss Zhou?" Meng Qin stood up and was surprised to find that the descendant of Senior Zhou Yi was a high school student.
Zhou Mo raised his eyebrows, "Yes!"
"Hello, I'm the CEO of Zhuohua. I'll give it to Meng Qin!" He was so excited that he almost forgot that the purpose of this trip was to deliver clothes to Zhou Mo.
"Zhou Mo!"
Concise and concise!
The butler on the side was stunned. Zhuohua was a top-notch haute couture person, and he often heard the eldest lady talk about it.
Of course, Zhou Qiangqiang doesn’t have a few Zhuohua costumes!
"I don't know your size, so I take the liberty of helping you choose the new model for next season."
Meng Qin could arrange for the person in charge of the flagship store to come over, but he did not dare to neglect the descendants of Zhou Yi, so he went there in person to make his presence felt!
Zhou Mo doesn't care, Zhuohua customization is more vintage style, which is her favorite style.
Moreover, Zhou Mo’s natural clothes rack can make him look good in any clothes.
After a while, Zhuohua staff brought over a hundred sets of clothes.
Meng Qin knew that Miss Zhou would not wait for customized models, so he gave her the latest finished products first.
The housekeeper looked at the clothes piled in the corner of the living room and quickly arranged for the servants to move to Zhou Mo's room.
The shock on his face didn't stop even after Meng Qin left.
The housekeeper finally asked, under Zhou Mo's gaze, "Miss..., was that person just now Zhuohua CEO Meng Qin?"
Zhou Mo raised his eyes, curled his lips, and said with a carefree look, "That's right!"
The housekeeper was so shocked that he opened his mouth slightly and wanted to ask more questions, but Zhou Mo had already turned around and went upstairs, as if he didn't want to say another word to him.
The housekeeper was suspicious and finally came to the conclusion that Zhuohua CEO Nen rushed over because of Mr. Fu's face.
Otherwise, he would not believe that Zhou Mo met such a high-status person.
No, I have to report this matter to my husband!
The next day!
Early in the morning, Mo followed Fang Shiji out. In order to complement her outfit and celebrate her rebirth, she went to the barber shop to get a perm.
Take a taxi to Mission Plaza!
The two of them just got off the car.
Then I heard a sharp voice sounding in front of me:
"Zhou Mo, you are really easy for me to find. Why didn't you listen to what I said before?"
Jiang Yang took a younger brother and blocked Zhou Mo's way.
Yesterday I saw Zhou Qiangqiang’s post on WeChat Moments and learned that Zhou Mo kicked Qiangqiang and her aunt out of the house while her father was away.
He went to Zhou's house early in the morning. The housekeeper said that Zhou Mo had gone out and he didn't expect to meet her here.
Zhou Mo raised his head and met the young man's disdainful eyes. His body was trembling for no reason, coming from the fear in the original owner's heart.
Jiangyang!
The school bully of T City No. 1 Middle School, the eldest young master of the Jiang family, and Zhou Qiangqiang’s number one suitor.
Jiang Yang once captured the original owner and took him to an amusement park, where he rode an endless roller coaster.
The original owner was so frightened that he fainted before he let him down, and all he did was just to please Zhou Qiangqiang.
Zhou Mo's eyes narrowed, and there was ice in them. If it weren't for the scarcity of spiritual power, she really wanted Jiang Yang to have a taste of the soul-killing talisman!
Jiang Yang was stunned, "Are you that ugly Zhou Mo?" In his memory, Zhou Mo always wore colorful makeup and outrageous orange clothes. The difference between her in front of him and in his memory was huge.<
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There is no powder applied on the face, the skin is fair and very beautiful, and the eyebrows and eyes reveal a certain part of heroic spirit and a certain part of coldness.
There was no submissive look at all. How could Zhou Mo dare to look at her like this before?
It feels like I suddenly became a different person!
Fang Shiji said this so well that she didn’t like hearing it. Their ancestor was the most beautiful girl she had ever seen.
"You are ugly, your whole family is ugly, why don't you urinate and see what kind of bear you look like."
Zhou Mo lifted up the hair that fell on his cheeks and tucked it behind his ears. His eyes seemed to be stern and he raised his eyebrows, "Who do you think I am?"
This...how is this possible?
Jiang Yang tried hard to convince himself that he knew best what kind of person Zhou Mo was.
A famous love brain in T city, he is not good at studying, has no talent, and has a bad character. He does not hesitate to push his own sister into the trap for a man, and he lost his own company in gambling.
With a debt of 70 million at a young age, he is a well-known waste among T-city socialites!
Jiang Yang's eyes fell on Fang Shiji, and he instantly understood why Zhou Mo had changed so much.
"Oh, I was also telling you, it turns out you are a wealthy man. He spent a lot of money on you, right?"
Ruining a girl is just spreading rumors, not to mention that Jiang Yang knew in his heart that Zhou Mo was this kind of money-worshiping woman.
After hearing these words, Fang Shiji rolled up his sleeves and waved his fist, and his fist was empty
Jiang Yang was kicked by Zhou Mo and flew to the gate of the shopping mall.
It caused a lot of noise, and passers-by pointed at Zhou Mo.
Zhou Mo didn’t take it to heart!
Jiang Yang's pain shot through his whole body, and his brain didn't have time to think about how Zhou Mo could kick him away.
Zhou Moren had already walked up to him and stepped on his wrist. Jiang Yang couldn't describe the pain he felt in words.
He felt a chill down his spine, veins popped out on his wrists, and Zhou Mo's creepy voice sounded in his ears:
She said, "I am in a hurry this time. I will go back to recover from my injuries. I will settle the score with you."
She will repay the harm Jiang Yang caused to the original owner one by one, and clean up the Jiang family as well!
Aren’t these rich kids relying on their families to help others?
Then she will let him experience what it means to have nothing and what a fatal blow is!
Zhou Mo let go and shouted, then Fang Shiji stepped forward and said, "How dare you mess with my ancestor, I see you are tired of living."
Fang Shiji looked at Zhou Mo with eyes full of admiration. Their ancestor was so cool.
He likes it so much!
Seeing Zhou Mo's leaving figure, Jiang Yang hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, and soon he was carried away.
Feng Cheng and Wei Xingzhe, who were standing aside, saw this scene.
Wei Xingzhe exclaimed, "Brother Cheng, that girl is so fierce and cool."
She's quite handsome, but I don't know which girl is from that family, but she doesn't show mercy at all when she hits someone.
Feng Cheng looked back and said, "Let's go."
The two took the elevator to the 12th floor. As soon as they entered the box, Wei Xingzhe was a little excited. Thinking of meeting the fortune teller every day, he felt like a storm in his heart.
"Brother Cheng, you said that Tiantian fortune teller must be over six or eighty years old, right?"