After rebirth, the group's beloved daughter exploded the audience

He left with unbearable pain.

That majestic pace seemed like there were thousands of mountains pressing him forward with difficulty.

There is only a depressed loneliness behind the lonely figure, which looks like it has been severely injured.

Su Qianrou didn't even look at him until she died. She helped Fu Shuyan, the elegant scumbag, straighten his tie with a heavy focus, her almond-shaped eyes filled with looming pity.

"Are you okay?" She raised her eyes slightly, her brows furrowed slightly with concern.

"He can't scare me." Fu Shuyan looked sideways, with a breath of wind and light, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"On the other hand, you didn't feel bad about him, did you?" His eyes tightened momentarily, and he asked with a concerned look on his face.

Su Qianrou shook her head, but her eyes were obviously dim, and her heart ached as Mo Beichen left.

Like the afterthought you get after being stung by a bee.

She doesn't understand what's wrong with herself?

Obviously, I hate that man to the core...

"Rourou." Fu Shuyan seemed to notice that her expression was a little erratic, and couldn't help but interrupt her thoughts.

"Huh?" She came to her senses, her pupils dilating slightly, filled with doubts.

"Whatever my cousin can give you, I can also give you. I'm serious." Fu Shuyan gave her a firm look.

His hands fell on her shoulders at the same time, as if he was deliberately reaffirming his meaning.

"Sell me the Su shares and leave the rest to me." He raised his eyebrows again, his eyes full of affection.

Su Qianrou was silent and silent, as if she was acquiescing or hesitating. Her mood was extremely complicated, and her face was as quiet as death.

A few days later, Mr. Mo.

The man has a clear three-dimensional shape, and his picturesque facial features are calm and calm. He is sitting lazily with his eyes closed, looking very comfortable.

A pair of people rushed in with a slightly hurried pace, breaking the tranquility of the moment.

Li Mu couldn't stop him.

"Cousin, is this a good thing you did?" Fu Shuyan restrained the rolling emotions in his heart and showed an extremely forced smile on his face.

There is a sense of déjà vu that hides a knife in a smile.

As expected by Mo Beichen, he was as carefree and carefree as if he was waiting for this moment, waiting for his cousin to come to investigate.

He slowly opened his eyes, his strong jawline was like a sharp sword, and he saved the day for himself on the spot.

His tiger-like black eyes that could not be offended shone with an unfriendly light, and the look he looked at Fu Shuyan was even more fierce.

Fu Shuyan was holding a piece of paper filled with rules and regulations in his hand, with a malicious look in his eyes, "Is that you?"

so what?

Who dares to have the strength to fight against the Mo family?

Mo Beichen glanced at me coldly, "Come up and bargain with me? Or beg me?"

He was still as condescending as ever, and his tone was always on the verge of murder.

Fu Shuyan nodded heavily and sneered, and threw the document to the ground angrily. His pretended gentle face suddenly showed a ruthless look, and he glared at him with gritted teeth.

"Playing such despicable tricks is your usual style, cousin, right?" He suppressed his voice, but his ferocious face almost made him shout hysterically.

Two days ago, Mo Beichen found someone to tamper with the project in his hands, causing him to suffer from insufficient cash flow and collapse.

Mo Beichen just used his own strength to do what he needed to do.

To blame, it's Fu Shuyan's lack of ability.

"Have I warned you not to provoke me?" Mo Beichen's tone suddenly became serious. He turned around coldly, and a pair of murderous eyes immediately met Fu Shuyan's sword.

He was getting closer to Fu Shuyan, and the strong pressure was suffocating. “You asked for it!” His fingers were trembling, as if they would move in the next second.

He was always like this, always putting pressure on Fu Shuyan no matter what.

But Fu Shuyan was not a good person to be trifled with. Even if the man in front of him had monstrous abilities, he was not going to give in.

However, the anger in his heart could not be eliminated. His clear eyes were full of hatred and murderous intent, and his hands in his pockets were clenched into fists.

"Cousin, I really belong to you." He gritted his teeth and his eyes were as wide as copper bells.

Soon, he suppressed this anger in his heart, and instead showed a calm face, with a playful face showing a bit of ridicule.

"I can't win a woman, and other people would be equally unconvinced. My cousin took revenge on me. I understand, and it's my fault that I'm not strong enough."

He raised one corner of his mouth, a hateful expression showing disgust, and he was immediately swept away.

Using Su Qianrou as a bargaining chip to stimulate Mo Beichen, should we say that he really has a way?

He really wanted to see Mo Beichen lose his mind for a woman, his eyes were full of cunning pride.

What kind of virtue he has, Mo Beichen knows best.

If that incident hadn't happened, maybe Fu Shuyan wouldn't be like this now, always being pampered and in tit-for-tat with himself.

Just mentioning Su Qianrou, Mo Beichen's heart still felt inexplicably stirred up, as if a kind of inertia had formed, and his muscles and nerves were affected.

He was stunned for a few seconds subconsciously, but quickly calmed down again without changing his expression.

"My patience has its limit, don't mention her in front of me!" He cast a sharp look at Fu Shuyan again.

It is a strong warning.

As expected, Fu Shuyan sneered again.

Although she did not get the result she expected, Su Qianrou has always been Mo Beichen's weakness.

In this case, why not put on a good show?

"Cousin, if you lose, you lose. People must be self-aware. Rourou will not come back to you. Just give up."

Fu Shuyan's smile was even more proud, and his eyes were filled with the word victory.

His voice was clear and playful, and every word was clear and clear, constantly stimulating Mo Beichen's suppressed emotions.

"Fu Shuyan!" Mo Beichen's eyes suddenly became fierce, and he was obsessed with him.

Mo Beichen would really kill him.

Fu Shuyan snorted coldly from the bottom of his throat, his sarcastic gaze remained high, and then gradually disappeared from his eyes.

This guy Fu Shuyan!

Mo Beichen finally burst out, and his fists with white knuckles hit the chopping board hard.

The dull sound flowed rapidly through the small gaps until it was finally inaudible.

When Fu Shuyan saw Su Qianrou, his face was ashamed, his eyes full of melancholy, and his whole person looked slightly depressed.

"Rourou, I'm sorry, I might..." He hesitated before speaking.

"What?" Su Qianrou looked at him with half suspicion, and a bad feeling arose in her heart.

"I may not be able to help you for the time being, cousin..." He lowered his eyes and sighed.

Why is it Mo Beichen again!

What on earth is this man going to do? !