Mo Beiyan reached out to block his shoulder with one hand, and the two leaned together. Looking at this angle, the delicate side face was really the same as the brother, "I am your brother."

"My brother is dead," Mo Nanjue pushed his elbow over and avoided it sideways. His sharp chin slightly raised, "Do you want to die too?"

Mo Beiyan withdrew his hand, he always smiled, his cynical appearance made people unable to understand what he was thinking. He spread his hand and said, "I don't want it."

Mo Nanjue sneered, "It seems that Mo is going to go bankrupt. You have to go to a place like South Africa to build a flame hall. Why can't you afford to eat?"

"Jue, why do you always hold this needless thing on my head?" Mo Beiyan's evil handsome face was filled with a thin smile, "You know I have always been afraid of trouble, I play with a few women and drink a few glasses of wine, and I don't want anything else. I have to have fun in life, don't you think?"

Mo Nanjue raised his eyes and his eyes fell on his face, "Mo Beiyan, you can really laugh so happily."

"What are you doing if you don't laugh? Of course I'm happy to see you," Mo Beiyan raised his eyebrows, and he raised his hand to press it toward his eyebrows, "How about it, you've been doing well in Asia, right? The Emperor's Earl got up so quickly. Do you think if you merge with Mo family, will you achieve twice the result with half the effort?"

"I've never been more shattered than criticize."

"Okay, okay, I won't force you, I'll get it myself?" Mo Beiyan straightened up, "I thought you would hit me."

Mo Nanjue's tongue tipped the corner of his mouth, "I think it's dirty."

At this time, the man in black left and answered a call. When he came in, he was anxious and said a few words in Mo Nanjue's ear.

The man's handsome face suddenly sank, and a large cloud of sinister appeared.

He said nothing, turned around and left.

"Wait," Mo Beiyan reached out and grabbed his wrist, "Jue, come back to America, I will divide Mo's half of you, how about?"

His tone was still frivolous, and his eyebrows were habitually rising when he spoke, making people unable to guess whether his words were true or false.

Mo Nanjue coldly pulled back his hand, and did not stop, "I never want anything I have thrown away."

He walked very hard, walked out of the back door of the box and was thrown heavily, and the remaining sounds left could not dissipate for a long time.

Jason wiped his sweat and finally ended. His heart was beating out after a deal was negotiated. He turned around and wanted to leave, but was stopped by the beauty. She changed her posture just now, and her delicate makeup was extremely cold on her face, "Yan rarely has something to say to you."

"This," Jason turned around, but he did nothing, "What else does Mr. Yan have to give?"

Mo Beiyan's legs were crossed, his hands were supporting the edge of the table. The cynical smile on his face had been completely closed, and the corners of his eyes were stretched out extremely cruel and sinister, "Who gave you the courage to bring people there at will?"

Jason was completely stunned, "I was not from the one I brought Jue Shao, he came by himself."

"If you don't tell him, can he come?" Mo Beiyan narrowed his eyes, "You're looking for death too easily. I want to resist killing you."

"Yan, please spare me, I really don't know anything..." Jason knelt down as soon as his legs were weak. He couldn't afford to offend him. "I don't know why Mr. Jue came. I haven't said anything..."
Chapter completed!