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Chapter 128 Who is better at pretending?

Half an hour later, Mo Ziling finally shook off the enthusiastic Jin Hyuk and walked towards Wei Qian.

The woman next to Wei Qian consciously vacated the seat, and Mo Ziling sat next to Wei Qian, holding up the milk in his hand.

"have a drink?"

Seeing that the two beauties had left, Wei Qian squinted slightly, looking at her milk with some distaste, but still raised his glass and clinked glasses with her.

"Xingxing Mo wants to find me to build a relationship and give you good resources? I'm afraid you have found the wrong person. I am just a loser now, and I can't help you at all." Wei Qian picked up the wine on the table and drank it in a depressed mood. After drinking it, he wiped his face with his hand, and lay down on the sofa decadently.

Seeing his once high-spirited and flattered friend so decadent, Mo Ziling felt a little uncomfortable.

Mo Ziling pursed his lips, proudly put his right foot on his left thigh, and looked sideways at him like an old man.

"Who said I'm looking for you to seek a relationship, I'm here to give you a chance to make a comeback."

"You?" Wei Qian sneered, apparently feeling that she was joking.

"Yes! Just me, as long as you cooperate with me to establish a new entertainment company, I promise to surpass 'Cloud Wing Entertainment' within three years."

Wei Qian looked her up and down with contemptuous eyes, obviously feeling that she was bragging.

"I'm afraid you don't know my background. I have two older sisters who are fiancees who are direct descendants of the nine major families, and my younger sister is married to Mr. Ji, one of the Four Young Masters of Huaxia. Let alone I want to start an entertainment company, even if I create The Rockets can do it all. If you cooperate with me, you will definitely be able to return to the top and even go to the next level.”

"Blow it, keep blowing it." Wei Qian looked at Mo Ziling's bragging with interest, and didn't believe what she said at all.

Just as Mo Ziling was thinking about kicking him up and beating him up, a group of people broke in suddenly, turned off the music, turned on all the lights, and kicked the nearest man away.

"Give me peace!"

The bustling room fell silent in an instant, and everyone looked at a group of young people looking for trouble at the door.

When Jin Hyuk saw the visitor, he frowned displeasedly. "Old pig, what are you doing!"

"Fuck you, don't call me an old pig." Then he pointed at the woman who shrank when she saw him, and angrily accused her. "Jin Hyuk, you dare to snatch Lao Tzu's woman, you have to pay the price, none of you can get out of this door today."

"Nonsense, when did Xiaoju become your woman, she was obviously my woman." Jin Hyuk was also angry, and he stood up and Zhu Peishenggang.

"It seems that we can't continue talking today, so we'll just beat you up. If one of you leaves intact, I'll give you this bitch."

Mo Ziling, who was watching the show calmly, raised his eyebrows, knowing that it was time to show off and brag.

"Is it even including me?" Mo Ziling's voice was cold, and with a deadly gaze, he landed on Zhu Peisheng.

Everyone looked at Mo Ziling, who was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, like a second uncle.

She is an old man, sitting on the sofa and not standing up, which is the greatest contempt for Zhu Peisheng at this moment.

"Who are you, you little boy! Is it your turn to intervene here?"

"Hehe, you don't know who I am? You dare to yell?" Mo Ziling leaned lazily on the sofa, shaking his legs, and almost had a cigarette in his hand, chuckling mockingly.

That cynical, self-centered look successfully bluffed Zhu Peisheng.

(End of this chapter)