Pick up a husband and take it home

Chapter 95 The Extreme Mo Yihan (5)

Reasonable gay men replied to these girls.

"Shut up, you guys, he's heading for the bedroom."

Sure enough, Mo Yihan guessed right before, there were more than half of the people in the bedroom.

The bedroom was originally small, but now there were four or five people standing there, and all of them were holding something in their hands, so it seemed that the bedroom was extraordinarily crowded.

The bed was placed against the wall, Su Wange was dragged to the ground at some point, leaning against the bed, sitting on the ground, surrounded by a group of people.

When some people saw Mo Yihan walking in, they all looked at him.

Su Wange, who was sitting on the ground with her head in her arms, raised her head when she heard that nothing was happening.

With one glance, he saw the tall and tall Mo Yihan.

From Su Wange's point of view, Mo Yihan is taller than before.

Like a prince in a fairy tale, he pushed aside the crowd and walked up to the troubled Cinderella step by step.

Mo Yihan squatted down in front of Su Wange, straightening her messy hair.

Just in time to hug Su Wange up, and just put it on the bed, the phone rang.

At the same time, the mobile phone of the person who questioned Mo Yihan earlier also rang.

Gu Xiaoliu, "Boss, the matter is settled."

Mo Yihan, "Yes."

Mo Yihan was tall, taller than everyone present.

After hanging up the phone, he met the person standing in the living room.

He saw the disbelief in the man's eyes.

"How about it?"

The person who questioned Mo Yihan was a man, and he put his phone back into his pocket tremblingly.

His expression froze, he was speechless.

Others were curious about what happened to him, and the woman standing beside him pushed him, "Speak up! What's the result?"

The man mechanically turned his head to look at her, "Our boss called me and said that the magazine had closed down and I was fired..."

The surrounding was very quiet, and the man's words were heard clearly in everyone's ears.

For a moment, many people gasped and looked at Mo Yihan with fear.

The magazine where the man works is not big, but it is bigger than the average magazine.

Mo Yihan was able to shut down this magazine within 3 minutes, which is enough to show his ability.

Mo Yihan, "Now, leave everything in your hands and go out by yourself. I hope that what happened today, it's best not to be known by others, otherwise, you will know the consequences yourself."

The tone was full of threats, as if they would die here today if they didn't follow through.

Someone came out boldly and said, "Sir, the cameras in our hands are what we eat. You ask us to keep them, maybe it's inappropriate?"

Mo Yihan walked up to him suddenly, and smashed the camera he was holding on the phone to the ground.

There was a bloodthirsty smile on the corner of his mouth, "There is nothing suitable or not, it just depends on whether you are afraid of death."

Sometimes, there is no need to reason a lot with people. This society is like this, and people can only be suppressed by power.

There is nothing that cannot be solved by force, it just depends on whether you are domineering or not.

Everyone was startled by the sound, and some timid people put their cameras on the ground and left immediately.

One did it, and the others followed suit.

Soon, the crowd dispersed in disorder.

Mo Yihan's body was full of hostility, as if he was a Shura who came from hell.

No one wants to fight head-on with such a person, since they are no match for him, then obey.

(End of this chapter)