Lucky One becomes Unlucky

At the beginning of the electric competition, Qian Zhaozhao has been busy with logistics recently.

"Come on, everyone."

"All right, little sister."

One by one, high fives with Qian Zhaozhao.

It's about the same as the summer, but it's a chance for them to get into the league.

There are many teams, including Mohist team and IL team set up abroad. The leader of the team is mo Yanjing.

Mo feiran pulls out of the gap, gets down from a nanny car, wears a black mask and buckle a pair of sunglasses, goes behind Qian Zhaozhao and pats her on the shoulder.

Qian Zhaozhao was so scared that he pressed his wrist with a backhand.

"Oh, Qian Zhaozhao, let go. Are you doing this to your employees?" Mo feiran said in a hurry.

Qian Zhaozhao heard his voice and then released his hand: "what are you doing, so furtive?"

Mo Fei ran rubbed his painful wrist: "where am I sneaking? I'm afraid my fans will find out. "

As he spoke, he couldn't help looking around.

In just a few months, he has become a little famous now. It's said that he has an illegitimate family.

"What are you doing here?"

"Come to see the team I set up before. I heard that Mo Yanjing brought them to the game."

Mo feiran is strange, Mo Yanjing this kind of person is generally the bubble in the company, how suddenly interested in the competition?

"All right, come in!" Qian Zhaozhao looked at the distance, Mo Yanjing also came, said.

Mo Fei ran saw her in a hurry and scratched her head.

At this time, Mo Yanjing and a group of people walked past him, arm touched him, stood and whispered: "the old man asked you to finish your work in public earlier."

Mo Fei ran Leng for a while, looking at the back of their group.

How did he recognize himself?

What else is public work? Hum, you are in charge.

Mo feiran swaggered into the venue, found his seat and sat down. Looking ahead, he saw that Qian Zhaozhao and Mo Yanjing's seats were separated by a one meter wide corridor.

Qian Zhaozhao was also very strange. He didn't know why the organizers arranged the seats in this way.

"Big pig, is your company really not ready to open?" Moyanjing asked her.

Qian Zhaozhao gave him a white look: "who said I didn't want to open it? I just gave the staff a holiday and continued to open it after years."

"Do you still have money? Shall I borrow some for you? " Mo Yan Jing laughingly looked at her, or so hard.

"No, I can't pay back the money I borrowed from you." Qian Zhaozhao said coldly.

"Then you don't have to pay it back."

When Qian Zhaozhao heard this, he felt as if he had heard the Arabian Nights.

"You don't have to pay it back?"

"If you become my girlfriend or wife, of course not."

Qian Zhaozhao quietly took back her eyes and looked at the stage. She wanted to live a few more years.

The competition on the stage was very fierce. Qian Zhaozhao was so excited that he wanted to play on the stage.

This is the charm of online games. You can't help but want to play when you see others playing.

Qian Zhaozhao recently wants to design a large-scale push tower game. When the time comes, she will hold a competition around this game. Of course, because of a freak nearby, her plan can only be a plan.

It's said that Mohism, IL and Huizhi have formed a tripartite situation. Each side is competing for the market of China. There are also some small fish and shrimps in it, such as zhaoheng and the Wu family

In addition, the old wolf of Qi family seems to be coveting the fat in their mouth and moving closer to Mohism.

But Mo Yanjing now, did not accept the weakness of the Qi family, perhaps because of the reason of Mo Ruixi.

"If Feng Heng goes bankrupt, will you follow him?" Mo Yanjing said suddenly.

Qian Zhaozhao glanced at him: "what you said is why you are not bankrupt."

"Because I'm confident." Mo Yanjing's mouth is raised high.

"You are arrogant."

But Qian Zhaozhao is still worried that IL occupies the foreign market, and Mohist has a place in the domestic market. Although it is just a transformation, its ability is immeasurable.

The most important thing is that Mo song especially likes to take in his younger brother, so Mo Yanjing uses the means to make Qian Zhaozhao's company suspend business and control the loss.

"Then why do you help Feng Heng with everything? How can I say that you are also your teammate fighting side by side? What is a man?"

Listening to Mo Yanjing's words, Qian Zhaozhao always feels that what is in front of him is not a man, but a best friend.

She took a deep breath and felt that this guy was playing with herself.

That's what happened before. In the eyes of outsiders, Mo Yanjing is cruel and ruthless, and he doesn't recognize his six relatives. However, Qian Zhaozhao thinks that he is a child, more free and easy than anyone else. He can play as he likes, and almost doesn't think about anyone.

Of course, everyone except Lin Yuyang.

Qian Zhaozhao naturally won't eat Lin Yuyang's vinegar. Otherwise, she would have torn off her rival with her temperament, but she felt strange.

There is peace of mind, at least moyanjing just want to play with her, so there is no sense of guilt.

"Mr. Mo, watch the game with peace of mind!"

"Good."

The game ended at 5 p.m. and fans pestered the players to sign their names one by one.

Mo Yanjing followed Qian Zhaozhao out of the meeting: "I'll take you back."

"No need." Qian Zhaozhao looked at the snow on the road and thought he'd better go back.

Feng Heng didn't know which direction he was coming from. He took a cold look at Mo Yanjing and went straight to Qian Zhaozhao, holding her hand.

Qian Zhaozhao was stunned for a moment, looked up at him, immediately relieved and followed him away.

Not far away, Mo feiran's mask was almost picked off by the fans who recognized him on the scene, and his assistant stopped him.

His assistant didn't change. He followed him all the time.

"Sorry, everyone. We're going back."

"Feiran, feiran, don't go..."

The assistant managed to pull up the door and let the driver drive.

Then he wiped the sweat on his forehead: "San Shao, we'd better go back to Nanmo. The fans are terrible."

He really doesn't understand. He has a good life. But why do you want to be a star? It's suffering.

"Can we go back to namo?" Mo feiran gave him a white look. Now all the enterprises of Mohism are in the hands of Mo Yanjing.

And their father, Mo song, who was once superior, couldn't do anything but abuse his son in the ward.

"But the old man still loves you most. As long as you go back to the company, it's your identity. It's hard for the young master to drive you away!" The assistant said naively.

Mo feiran is no longer the naive rich second generation. He knows how many pounds he has. If he meets Mo Yanjing, he is looking for his own death.

"Come on, I'm not a businessman. Besides, is my salary lower than that of a manager? Is there less money for you? " When Mo feiran said this, his heart suddenly pulled.

Once upon a time, he adored his father and wanted to become a manager of a large company like Mozong.

But later he found out that he was not really this material, and his childhood dream could only be a dream.

"It's a lot, but..." the assistant saw that Mo feiran's face was not very happy, and stopped at the right time.