A Sweet Marriage Is Worth Billions: Mysterious Young Master Moh’s Cute and Sweet Wife

  A luxurious Land Rover arrives in the bustling urban area.

  The lights inside the car are dim, and the man in the back seat squints out the window. The line of the man's face is as sharp as a knife, handsome and impeccable, and the corners of his **** mouth are tightly pressed, and his body exudes unspeakable coldness.

   "Brother Chen, things have been found out."

   "Huh?" The man raised his brows lightly, his voice intoxicatingly magnetic.

   "There is a black group that specializes in weapons development. It clones our model and wants to blame us. Now it is found that this group is in this city." Wu Hao respectfully went straight to the subject.

   "Dare to play yin with me? Interesting, I did."

   "Yes." Wu Hao said in a deep voice, with murderous intent all over his body.

  Under the whole world, people who dare to blame Mo Yanchen have not yet been born!

  A person who can cover the sky with just one hand in City A, and can turn his hands over the clouds, is the Mohist! Mo Yanchen returned from overseas at the age of fifteen and enlisted in the army at the age of eighteen. He managed a battalion in only three years and established his own special forces in five years, becoming a mysterious chief.

   "The blind date that night, are you going?" Wu Hao hesitated and asked timidly.

   Tangtang Mo Shao, a single diamond man, was wanted by the Mo family at the age of 28, and the blind date meeting began.

   "Stop." Mo Yanchen said coldly.

   "Squeak." Wu Hao braked.

  There was a bit of chill in the night, Mo Yanchen stepped aside, lit his cigar, and took a hard sip.

   "Get married, I must get married tomorrow." Shen Orange panicked quietly, not knowing what to do.

  She has always had grudges and will avenge her, and she never gives the enemy a chance! Since their expectations are so high, she should give them a hard blow. Therefore, she must get married before tomorrow morning and slap Shen Zhicai hard in the face!

  Shen Chengjing walked in a hurry, suddenly turned his head and saw under the street lamp, a tall figure standing in front of the dilapidated bicycle, smoking a stuffy cigarette, it looked very desolate.

   (The author despises, oranges, Shao Mo is just bored and smokes a cigarette, soy sauce is used to break the car.)

   "Ah, sir, are you single?"

  Mo Yanchen stopped smoking, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the woman in front of him.

  "Why don't you marry me and get the marriage certificate right away. I need a husband. I will not lose sight of waiting for you afterwards." She rubbed her hands uncomfortably, and said flatly.

  She was smiling hard, facing his deep black eyes, the coldness of her eyes made her hold her breath and stepped back subconsciously.

   "Uh!" She was about to say something.

  I saw him drop her cigarette butt, lift up his army boots and step on it a few times, but his rude behavior became elegant and domineering. She wanted to retreat, but he pulled it back.

   "Ah." She crashed into his arms.

  She is proud of her height of 168cm, which is only on his chin. He has rude movements and a delicate face full of panic. It takes a long time to recover and slap him hard.

   "Let go of me, badass, let me go quickly, otherwise, I will call the police."

"To shut up."

  She wanted to cry without tears. She just wanted to get a marriage certificate. Why did she meet the "bandits"? Did she want the overlord to bow? Thinking of this, she raised her knees and pushed toward his lower body!

   "Boom." Only the sound of gunfire was heard, and two bullets hit the wall.

   "****." Mo Yanchen raised his foot and kicked to the left, turned around and landed on the pillar with her, took out a fine silver gun, the silencer gun swept across, and the gunshots in front of him stopped.

   "Be careful." Her words did not fall.

  I saw him turn around, lift his foot and sweep down, uppercut, fast, cold, and cruel, and the man in black was thrown to the ground by him.

   "Hmm." She was so frightened that her legs were soft, and she rushed forward. Mo Yanchen turned around, her **** thin lips were blocked, and a warm current hit every nerve like an electric shock.

   "Do you really want to get married?" He asked in a deep voice, before she could react.

   "Ah, what are you doing?" She was suddenly picked up rudely.