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

The woman was calm and relaxed, smiling with the corners of her mouth raised.

Mo Beichen's eyes immediately darkened, and his hatred for women emerged spontaneously.

He hated people who covered up the truth most in his life.

He snorted coldly, his face as dark as a dark cloud.

"If I guessed correctly, they should be talents produced by our Mo family, right?"

He turned away from his dark eyes, mocking openly and implicitly.

The woman's face instantly dropped, looking very ugly.

It is really embarrassing that the dignified CEO of the Mo family can be so rude.

The woman no longer had the desire to continue chatting, and her expression was obviously a bit hostile.

"Master Mo, you have to rely on evidence to speak. It's really inappropriate for you to smear our Li family in this way."

The woman left her seat and crossed herself in front of the window, her posture stiff.

She knew very well the origin of this drawing.

Mo Beichen is not a benevolent person either. He doesn't care what Li did, but he will never give up on the manuscript.

He stood up coldly, put his hands in his pockets, and walked until he was only two steps behind her.

He leaned forward, his thin lips close to her ear.

The sound of heavy breathing came gradually.

"Ms. Li, I'm not here to negotiate with you. I'm just warning you that you still have room for maneuver."

His deep voice was deafening.

It felt like it was going to pierce her eardrums.

Her heart trembled for an instant, her complexion suddenly turned livid, and her fear gradually emerged.

Now admitting that the drawing was plagiarized would be a slap in the face to oneself in public.

I believe no businessman would do such a stupid thing.

After all, Li is also a dominant figure in the Beijing circle.

Her expression changed, she became relaxed and contented, and her smile became even more intense.

"Master Mo Wu, I don't know what you are talking about." She turned around, her brows and eyes full of charm.

Still being stubborn.

"I don't know? Then let me tell you clearly that you plagiarized my paintings. Is it clear?"

He raised his eyebrows, and there was a bit of sullenness between his eyebrows.

After talking, the woman felt it was funny, covered her mouth and laughed shyly a few times.

Stopped suddenly.

Then she sighed, "Master Mo, everything in the world, even people, can be the same, so what's wrong with our idea being somewhat similar to Mr. Mo's?"

"At most we can only say that we have the same idea and are one step ahead."

After the woman finished speaking, she fell silent.

He walked aside in a leisurely manner, picked up a glass of water, and moistened his throat a few times.

She who can talk like this is obviously brave.

Mo Beichen had no intention of going around and immediately withdrew his gaze.

If he was defeated like this, wouldn't his title as the Fifth Master Mo make people laughable?

No!

Li Mu sensed his predicament and immediately took two steps forward, his lips about to open.

"Li Mu!" He shouted to stop him and calmed him with a look.

Li Mu felt unwilling and could only retreat angrily.

"Miss Li, remember what you said now. I gave you a chance, but you didn't take it."

He ended with a sharp look and left from Li's.

The moment she saw Maybach suddenly leave from the window, the hanging stone in the woman's heart became even more unbalanced.

What would he do?

In the car, Li Mu was worried, his heart was agitated, and it was difficult to calm down.

He finally couldn't help it and looked back at the man who was brushing up on current events.

Doubts suddenly erupted in my heart.

"Mr. Mo, why didn't you show off your power just now? That man named Li obviously doesn't take you seriously."

He raised his eyes to face her, and the fingertips supporting his forehead were tapping the skin in an orderly manner.

"What's the point of arguing with a woman?" he asked slightly.

Li Mu was speechless and looked embarrassed.

This is indeed the case.

"You have been with me for so many years, you should know how I do things. How do you think I should fight back against Li?" Although he was asking on the surface, he was actually hinting.

Li Mu suddenly felt sorry for the murderous aura oozing from his eyes.

"I understand what you mean." As expected, Mr. Mo Wu was not a sick cat, but a sleeping lion.

Mohist family.

Su Qianrou drank a lot and staggered while walking. Her whole body was filled with the fermented smell of alcohol.

It smells very bad.

She skipped checking on Mr. Mo and went to the wrong room of Mo Beichen.

He lay on the soft quilt and fell into a deep sleep.

When Mo Beichen came back, he immediately frowned, grabbed a servant on the spot and asked.

"Who has been drinking?" His eyebrows were bright and his eyes were stern.

The servant trembled: "Yes, it's Miss Su, she's very drunk..."

This worrisome woman!

He tore his tie roughly, his steps becoming windy.

As he walked, he quickly unbuttoned his collar.

His face was solemn and he felt very depressed.

"Rourou!" He pushed away her room, and only the cold black responded to him.

"Su Qianrou!" He shouted her name, his tone a bit harsh.

Finally, he found her huddled figure in his room.

She was like a cat, lying there motionless, her body rising and falling slightly.

It was just that the autumn was getting colder, and his heart inevitably ached for a few seconds.

He looked at her, took out a few breaths with difficulty, and then covered her with the quilt.

Don't know how to take care of yourself at all.

This woman has a donkey temper.

"I will definitely find you...I will definitely..."

She suddenly grabbed his strong arm and kept mumbling.

Seemingly awake but not awake.

He lowered his brows and stared at her thoughtfully.

As soon as she pushed her hand away, she tightened her grip again, stronger every time.

He could clearly feel her strength.

"Su Qianrou, what do you want?" His tone was doting on Yan Gou.

"You heartless man, I'm going to kill you..." She made a confused voice.

It's hard to imagine what she dreamed about in her sleep.

Listening to her violent words, Mo Beichen's heart hurt like a knife.

"Why can't you just hope that I get better!" He gritted his teeth and touched his cheek slightly.

He originally wanted to pull away, but at this moment, the lust of hatred came to his head.

He simply pressed on top of her and held her head in his hands.

His eyes were full of affection.

"Su Qianrou, you are always so disobedient. You say I don't love you, but do you know how many things I have done for you behind your back?"

His eyes were covered with a vague mist.

He kissed her soft pink lips very forcefully, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

At the same time, he pushed her away painfully.

His face was filled with a look of embarrassment that he couldn't stop.

Su Qianrou was a little awake after being rubbed, and her eyelids loosened a few times.

After struggling, she opened her eyes.

In his eyes was that handsome face that was too familiar to describe.

The strong lines of the facial features are as delicate as sculptures.

"Mo...Beichen?"

"What are you doing?" She was confused and confused.

Mo Beichen only looked at her once, then buried his head into her hot body again.

She was alert and her mind was startled, "You are going to die!"

But soon she fell again.