Caught off guard.
Mo Bei's eyes met the face that he always dreamed of when he felt that he couldn't make it through.
Still dignified and handsome, even the color of his eyes will turn gray when he gets close. It is easy to remind people of the appearance of him wearing a black mask, grabbing her wrist, and passing through thousands of criticisms.
The only difference is that he is now wearing clothes that are no longer loose and lazy, and the buttons on his tie and even the cuffs are neatly hooked.
Mo Bei's left hand was already clenched into a fist in his cuff, but there was no wave in his eyes.
Because Mielong is by his side.
At that time, Feiying almost couldn't help gasping for air.
It was because of Feng Nai's posture.
It doesn't matter if he stops suddenly.
Why are you still holding your trouser pockets with your hands like that, and suddenly turned your head to look at Bey, who is still so close.
Feiying didn't even know if he would recognize Bey when he looked at it this way.
If you recognize it, it's all over.
How will their plan continue.
Feiying was so anxious that he wanted to speak up, but he was afraid that moving now would arouse Mielong's suspicion.
Everyone followed Feng Nai's actions and had some discussions.
The hostess is still waiting for the rough stone to be delivered.
Because of Feng Nai's posture, the falling black hair covered his expression.
So no one noticed the pause of his sight.
The person in front of him has porcelain white skin, golden hair, and under the rose red suit jacket, you can still see the tattoos spreading from the neck to the side of the face, so arrogant that he is not afraid of people's eyes.
It is almost impossible to find any point, which is the same as the person who always stood in the corner and didn't say a word back then.
Crisp and neat.
Even the cuffs are windy.
If you don't know the local area, you dare to come to Yishen alone.
Really good.
Looking at those clear eyes, Feng Nai rolled his Adam's apple, then quickly got up and stood up straight.
Mielong's eye poison had already begun to swirl around these two people.
I heard the young master of the Feng family speak unhurriedly: "I came here today to say hello to Young Master Zhao, and I will always meet you in the business field in the future, so please ask Young Master Zhao to go back and talk to Chairman Zhao about the project on the seashore. Investment, just like today's rough stone, the Feng family also wants it."
"So I came here to speak harshly." Mo Bei leaned over and approached, very handsome: "I'm sorry, I don't know any Feng family, but it's just a stone. If you want it, I'll let you play with it. I don't need such a thing." A piece of jade."
Feng Nai was not talking, but just smiled, and continued to pace forward like a son of aristocratic family, wearing a neat suit and abstinence.
In contrast, the boy in the rose red suit is really much worse in bearing.
"Is there anyone who doesn't know the Feng family?"
"Where did Lao Zhao pick up such a cheap son?"
"No matter the status of the Feng family, even the ten Zhao families can't match it."
There are many Chinese businessmen in the venue.
The ups and downs of each other's discussions sound harsh.
But it made Mielong smile with satisfaction, especially looking at Mr. Zhao who was obviously irritated by this situation, he lowered his voice and said: "In recent years, the Feng family has grown bigger and bigger in overseas games, and their people have also swelled. There are quite a few, Mr. Zhao, don’t take it to heart, there are still a lot of rough stones in the back, not to mention you are just having fun.”
Mo Bei squinted: "I'm really just having fun, but the appearance of this person really makes people uncomfortable."
Mie Long looked at the anger in the other party's eyes, and laid another bait: "As long as we can reach a cooperation, you can take revenge on this person as you want tomorrow."
(end of this chapter)