"Is that so?
I have the final say as to when my engagement ceremony will start.
There's also the matter of being late."
Jing Mohao's voice became even colder, not sparing his rivals to expose his mask, "It's rare for a young marshal from the Forbidden Palace to have such a good time."
I brought someone here in person, if I don’t receive them, wouldn’t it be disrespectful to me?”
Lu Cheng smiled brightly, "I don't understand what Mr.
Mo said."
"Forget it if you don't understand.
If you don't understand such simple words, why not cut off your ears, pickle them and put them on the market.
Maybe you can sell them for two bucks.\ "" Lu Cheng was stifled by this sentence, but he still replied, "Young Master Mo thinks I am very short of money now."
“How come trickle funds haven’t bankrupted you yet?”
Although Luo Qi was not brought back, at least he had a history of moving charity funds privately, so "Trickle" would definitely die in front of the public.
Lu Cheng listened to his determined tone and did not refute or explain.
Since it was something he had already determined, he didn't want to deny it.
Originally, the existence of "Trickle" was to deal with him openly, and there was nothing to deny.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Jing Mohao continued to ask, "Speaking of you, this cash cow, I'm very curious, what does trickle mean?"
He had a vague feeling, but he couldn't quite grasp what it was.
When Lu Cheng heard this question, he suddenly smiled and asked, "Hasn't Young Master Mo heard that the essence of charity is to trickle down and form a stream?"
trickling into a stream Jing Mohao silently recited four words and studied them carefully. trickle Chengxi Lu Chengluoxi "You're looking for fucking death."
Jing Mohao couldn't help but stretched out his hand and punched out, with a sinister and terrifying expression on his face.
Oh shit This guy was so ignorant that he dared to mix his woman's name with his.
His woman's name is something he can use casually Before the fist fell, I heard the sound of footsteps trotting all the way around.
There was no fear on Lu Cheng's face, only confidence that he was bound to win.
He looked directly at Jing Mohao's cold face and said calmly, "Young Master Mo, if my news is good, even if Young Master Mo can successfully defeat Xi Jinping this time, If Xi takes her back, I won't be able to stay with her for much longer."
Jing Mohao's eardrum stabbed, his voice became more cruel, and he snorted coldly, "Even if I can't accompany her, I will never leave you any chance."
Lu Cheng also felt cold when he heard this, "Young Master Mo, I advise you to be more sober.
Chen Chen is not capable enough, and you are not destined enough.
I am the only one who will accompany Xixi to the end.
Young Master Mo, what happened to Xixi You will definitely be absent from the wedding."
So what if Xixi and Chen Chen had a relationship?
So what if Xixi had been his Jing Mohao's woman?
The only person who can spend the rest of her life with her is him, Lu Cheng, and there is absolutely no possibility of changing her.
Jing Mohao listened to his words, his eyes were filled with cold light, and his fists were clenched loud enough to crush stubborn rocks.
"You, his, mother, dream."
A few cold words escaped from the corner of the man's mouth, and his fist filled with anger was instantly smashed down.
Lu Cheng turned his face away due to the huge force.
He wiped a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled calmly, "Young Master Mo, you have reason to be reasonable.
It is not the behavior of a gentleman to take action."
Jing Mohao was not threatened by him, and replied to him in a colder voice, "You are not a man if you don't take action.
The punch just now was for Luo Xi
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