He lost, the outcome was doomed from the beginning Jing Mohao raised the gun in his hand and said in a gloomy and intimidating voice, "What else can I say?"
Chen Jun lowered his arms and bowed his head to admit defeat, "Young Master Mo, I admit that I lost to you in this life, but that doesn't mean that I will lose to you in the next life.
His company was originally established based on Jing Mohao's background.
He thought that the last time he designed Jing Mohao to cause Jing Mohao's death, he would be able to escape from his control.
Unexpectedly, he was so skilled.
Not only was he unscathed, but Xing Wei, whom he had just married after all his efforts, was also killed.
Although he had a chance to escape, Jing Mohao froze his assets and annexed his company.
He was already penniless.
Now that he had caught him again, he had no choice but to let him be dealt with.
The goddess he had always cared for turned a blind eye to him, but she was unswervingly devoted to him, Jing Mohao.
The only time he possessed her was because of Jing Mohao's charity.
He hates.
I hate that his strength makes him worthy of surrendering in front of his own woman.
I hate that his power keeps me living in the shadow of his dominance I hate that his strength makes my dignity as a man seem vulnerable.
Jing Mohao snorted coldly, "You'd better not appear in front of me in the next life."
"Bang" The blood splattered on the clean wall was the best answer Chen Jun left for Jing Mohao.
What he had done was enough to make him die thousands of times in the hands of Jing Mohao.
Jing Mohao held the gun in his hand and his pupils tightened.
Luo Xi, I will help you get rid of the people who harmed you before. why haven't you come back yet Before the door was closed, a red and black figure flashed in, twisting its attractive waist and saying in a slightly hoarse voice, "Hao, you finally came to see me."
Jing Mohao looked at Xing Wei's face, but he had a voice like a failed vocal cord surgery, healthy hands, and his eyes narrowed hard, "Tell me, who are you?"
"Hao, how could you forget who I am?
You are too cruel."
The woman said and leaned on the man.
Jing Mohao moved quickly to avoid it, his eyes darkened slightly, flashing a cold light, "Tell me, who told you about Paris?"
The woman's eyes moved slightly, and the innocent affection buried all the hatred, "Hao, I don't know what you are talking about."
Jing Mohao didn't want to have these useless chats with her anymore.
No matter who she was or who the person behind him was, he would never let anyone go.
"It seems that you want to change the place to talk."
"Is it possible that the president wants to take me to the underground garage again?"
There was a hint of joking in the woman's tone.
"Why are you finally willing to admit that you are Liang Jingjing?"
Jing Mohao turned against the general.
Liang Jingjing was slightly stunned.
She still failed to conceal her identity.
The days in the secret room were a mark that she never wanted to think about again in her life, but she could never erase it.
Liang Jingjing no longer concealed it, the overwhelming resentment in her eyes leaked out, "Haha, what if you admit it, what if you don't admit it?
You don't believe that Xing Wei is still alive in this world, do you?"
She was once Mo Yao's popular socialite, but he locked her in a secret room for no reason and suffered so much torture from the evil ghost Cui Ying that she became indistinguishable from human to ghost.
Even if she was released, even if she had a chance to take revenge on Jing Mohao, having to hide in someone else's face made her feel like she was worse off dead than alive
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