May I received a message from Mo Tian while putting on makeup in the lounge, a video where the child was calling his mother, and Lotte was kneeling on the ground.

Could it be that he suddenly got up and messed up the hairstyle the hair stylist was helping her.

"Miss Mo." The hairstylist shouted hurriedly.

Could it be that my breathing was frowning, and even my eyes were filled with hatred.

【my      girl, the child is really cute.】

"Bastard." Mo Fei cursed angrily and walked out. But at the door, he bumped into Ye Cong who came in.

Ye Cong seemed to know if he would run out, so he was already waiting at the door. When he was about to go out, he pulled her wrist and pulled her in.

"Let me go." Mo Fei roared angrily.

"Calm down. Now you go to Mo Tian, ​​everything has failed. What we have to do now is to lead him to a range we can control."

"He caught my nephew." May Fei shouted loudly, and now she can't calm down.

Ye Cong pressed down on Maya and sat on the sofa and turned around and asked the makeup staff to go out first.

"I know what you are thinking, may you have been waiting for so many years?" Ye Cong rarely spoke to Mo Fei well, and did not mock her.

Because now, Maya's eyes are red and he is already on the verge of madness, so he doesn't need to sarcasm.

Could it be that she has been holding back and not recognizing Ding’s family, just like now she must have broken up with Qian Yikun, she doesn’t want to implicate her closest relatives.

But sometimes, there are some things that cannot be avoided.

As long as she still has feelings, she still has weaknesses.

Could it be that because she was tense and the shaking was too huge, she turned around and punched the dressing mirror. The mirror split instantly and fell to the ground with her screams.

The back of the fair hand was covered with blood, and the blood fell down drop by drop.

Ye Cong straightened up and looked at the broken pieces on the table, the ground, and her bloody hands. He knew whether he had calmed down at this moment.

Although the method is a bit violent.

But may you like this kind of violence?

This is the solution.

When Mo Fei calmed down, the whole room became quiet. Mo Fei reached out to grab the tissue with glass scraps on the table, shook it and directly put it on his handbag.

"I'm fine." As he held his hands, his eyes still burst into ruthlessness.

Ye Cong raised his eyebrows slightly: "Can I suddenly feel like I-"

"Don't fall in love with sister, you are not my sister's food." Mo Fei sneered, and changed it again after the tissue was soaked in blood, cursed and directly pressed down on his wound.

Ye Cong: "..."

How could that man with this swearing woman Qian Yikun bear it?

Ye Cong asked someone to come in to help Mo Fei bandage his hands, and asked the makeup artist to put on makeup again.

Not far from the dressing room, Yu Jiangqing leaned against the wall and looked at the person over there, and tsk, "This punch is so fierce, it's bloody, and it hurts when you look."

Qian Yikun: “…”

Qian Yikun's tight hand loosened, leaving a row of clear marks in his palm.

Yu Jiangqing stood up straight and pointed at her chin, "Let's go, I'm catching a big tiger this time. You'll be fine if you're promoted or promoted."
Chapter completed!