Hearing Mo Jingfeng's words, Yun Songkai burst out laughing, squinting as if looking at his stubborn and unruly child, "If it was in the past, this would have been possible, but now Moyunhui is a regular listed company.

I don’t want to do something bad.”

Then, as if sealing a spiritual bomb for Mo Jing, he said softly: "I will let Xiaoyan say goodbye to you in person."

After Yun Songkai's repeated questioning just now, Mo Jingfeng's expression was no longer as good as before. He knew in his heart that in terms of family power, IS could not compare to Mo Yunhui. Although it was said that it had faded, in fact everyone knew in their hearts.

The transition from black to white never goes smoothly.

Before Mo Jingfeng could open his mouth to refute, he heard Yun Songkai's voice, "Xiaoyan doesn't need to be afraid of you now, and there is no need to be controlled by you." Apparently Yun Songkai found out, and Xiaoyan stayed in Luo at first.

Mohist reasons.

"Xiaoyan and I are sincere to each other, and there is no such thing as control." Mo Jingfeng retorted: "And Xiaoyan has almost agreed to return to China with me just now. You are her father, and you should support her decision. You should

Give her the power to find happiness on her own."

"I don't think her being with you will have a happy ending." Yun Songkai snorted coldly, no longer giving Mo Jingfeng any room to speak, and said sternly: "This conversation is over, you can leave.

Already."

Yun Songkai walked toward the inner room, opened He's sliding door, stopped, and said, "For the sake of letting our father and daughter recognize each other, I will ask Xiaoyan to come and say goodbye to you in person.

"

Watching the background gradually disappearing from the front, a burst of anxiety and irritation flashed through his amber eyes. His mind went blank and he didn't know how to react, but his body seemed to act instinctively. He stepped forward and pulled roughly.

He opened the sliding door in front of him and rushed in front of Yun Songkai, "If you want me to give up, you'd better turn me into a corpse."

The determination in his tone was like boiling lava, which burst out of the mountain pass with a roar and stretched towards the surrounding land. The hot skin, muscles and bones dissipated in an instant.

"I don't know whether to live or die." The words were accompanied by his sudden attack. Although he had been tortured by illness for several years, how could the person who captured the country from the sword be a soft-footed shrimp? He raised his hand and launched a somewhat unfamiliar attack.

It hit Mo Jingfeng's waist and abdomen.

Mo Jingfeng couldn't avoid it and was hit on the side of the waist. He put one hand on the table and quickly glanced at the things in the room. He unexpectedly discovered that this room was different from other places. It was decorated in a European style and had milky white furniture.

, trimmed with golden lace, and there was a fireplace with red flames beating, and in front of it was a soft rattan lounge chair, swaying.

Seeing Yun Songkai attacking towards him, Mo Jingfeng jumped onto the table, pulled out a rose from the vase, and shot it at Yun Songkai like a hidden weapon. The moment the opponent slapped the rose petals away and scattered them, Mo Jingfeng

Jing Feng jumped down without a trace of hesitation or consideration, as if he was so angry that he lost his mind. He only wanted to defeat the obstacle in front of him so that he could hold hands with Xiao Yan.

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Chapter completed!