Could it be that while she was putting on makeup in the lounge, she received a message from Mo Tian, a video of a child calling her mother and Lotte kneeling on the ground.
Mo Fei stood up suddenly and messed up the hairstyle that the hairstylist was doing for her.
"Miss Mo." The hairstylist called out hurriedly.
Could it be that his breathing was tight, and even his eyes were full of hatred.
[My girl, the child is really cute.]
"Asshole." Mo Fei cursed angrily and walked out, but at the door, Mo Fei bumped into Ye Cong who came in.
Ye Cong seemed to know that Mo Fei would run out, so he was already waiting at the door. When Mo Fei was about to go out, he directly grabbed her wrist and pulled her in.
"Let me go." Mo Fei roared.
"Calm down. You go find Mo Tian now. Everything has failed. What we have to do now is to lead him to a place where we can control him."
"He captured my nephew." Mo Fei yelled out loudly, but now she couldn't calm down.
Ye Cong pressed Mo Fei to sit on the sofa and turned around to let the make-up staff go out first.
"I know what you are thinking. Why have you been waiting for so many years?" Ye Cong rarely spoke to Mo Fei properly and did not ridicule her.
Because now Mo Fei's eyes are red, he is already on the verge of madness, and there is no need for him to be sarcastic.
Could it be that she has been holding back and not recognizing Ding's family, just as she must break up with Qian Yikun now, because she doesn't want to hurt her closest relatives.
But sometimes, some things are unavoidable.
As long as she still has feelings, she still has weaknesses.
Perhaps because her body was tense and the shaking was too great, she turned around and punched the dressing mirror. The mirror instantly fell into pieces and fell to the ground with her scream.
The back of the white hand was covered with blood, and blood dropped drop by drop.
Ye Cong straightened up and looked at the broken pieces on the table, the ground, and her bleeding hands. He knew that she had calmed down now.
Although the method is somewhat violent.
But maybe he just likes this kind of violence.
This is the solution.
When Mo Fei calmed down and the whole room became quiet, Mo Fei reached for the paper towel with glass shards on the table, shook his hand and wrapped it up.
"I'm fine." Mo Fei wrapped his hands, his eyes still filled with cruelty.
Ye Cong raised his eyebrows slightly: "Could it be that I suddenly felt that I -"
"Don't fall in love with me, you're not my type." Mo Fei sneered, and after the tissue was soaked with blood, he changed it to another one, cursed, and pressed his wound directly.
Ye Cong: "..."
How could that man, Qian Yikun, tolerate this foul-mouthed woman
Ye Cong asked someone to come in and bandage Mo Fei's hand, and then 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 people over there. He clicked his tongue and said, "This punch was so hard that it caused blood to flow into a river. It hurt just to look at it."
Qian Yikun: "..."
Qian Yikun loosened his grip, leaving a row of clear marks on his palm.
Yu Jiangqing stood up straight and pointed his chin to the side, "Let's go, we caught a big tiger this time. You can be promoted to a higher rank without any problem."
"No need." Qian Yikun lowered his eyes slightly. He only hoped that Mo Fei would be fine. As for other things, he didn't need it.