An Jinze was so angry with her contemptuous attitude, her tone was very bad, "What have you done you don't know? You still need me to say?"
"All right, then you shut up."
Mo Luan leaned back in the chair, chewing the spicy strips and closed his eyes to rest.
"You..." An Jinze raged up, gritted his teeth and asked, "Say, what are you going to do at my house?"
Mo Luan said lazily, "How much I have fallen there, go find it."
"No, I don't have yours in my house."
"Have you looked for it before you can be sure."
An Jinze took a deep breath, tried to stabilize his emotions and said: "That room is now occupied and Madam Zhang has cleaned it many times."
Mo Luan said, "Who is living?"
"Qingxuan's friend, just returned from abroad."
After waiting for a long time, I didn't hear Mo Luan talking.
An Jinze turned around, "Why don't you speak?"
"You are done with everything that should be said, you close your mouth and drive seriously."
"You woman..."
"I do not want to talk to you."
"..."
Damn woman!
If it hadn't been driving at this time, he would have reached out and strangled her to death.
After a few months, he had committed the high blood pressure that he didn't think existed again.
Mo Luan ignored the anger of the people next to her, she closed her eyes and thought about things.
People like Hubao have to deal with it.
Because their line is difficult to check, she temporarily focused on the secrets of her childhood.
But during this time, they were too unscrupulous.
The assassins of their previous life were fierce, and it can also be said that they were simply and neat.
The goal is clear, is to kill her.
And now, they are having trouble on the main road, involving others.
It's like a crazy neurosis.
She has to find a way.
Mo Luan took out his phone and stared at the black screen for two seconds.
Unlock, click on the call log, and click on the top number.
There was no communication, prompting her to dial an empty number.
Mo Luan hung up the phone.
The thumb touched the screen unconsciously, frowning in thought.
An Jinze, who was driving, put half of his heart on her.
I glanced at her phone screen and couldn't help but say: "What are you thinking?"
"What do you tube."
She was in a irritable mood at first, and he hit the muzzle for curses.
An Jinze's fingers tightening while holding the steering wheel suddenly tightened.
"Can you speak well, what excites you? You weren't like this before."
Mo Luan seemed to have heard some joke and turned to look at him, "Speak to you well, am I a masochist?"
Talk to someone who wants to dig her kidney? Have brain sores?
"As for being stimulated..." Mo Luan curled his lips playfully, "President Anda, your words are even more ridiculous. Isn't it your grandfather and grandson that stimulated me? I will be used as a substitute for the dead ghost for one who is always full of heart. Conspiracy to use, if an ordinary person is to be killed by you two terrorists."
An Jinze's face was blue and the storm was about to come, he clenched his teeth tightly, "Mo Luan, even if my grandfather conceals something, can't you see how he treats you this year?"
"I saw it, otherwise you think Anjia can be kept?"
"you!"
An Jinze took a few deep breaths. He didn't think he was a violent person.
But since this woman has changed, his temper has increased day by day, and he is often hovering on the verge of an explosion because of her anger.
"Mo Luan, don't be too hateful to be a human being. Let's not talk about this. Why do you want to kill Qing Xuan?"
"I don't care."
"..."