Hey, let go of that bamboo horse!

Chapter 382 The True Face of the Little White Rabbit (1)

If he was a pure and harmless little white rabbit during the day, then he is now an eagle who can kill the little white rabbit at any time.

"Are you new here?"

The corner of Mo Chan's mouth curved into a mocking arc.

The slow tone made people feel a little cold on the soles of their feet.

The two black suits hesitated a bit...

"You are?" Suspiciously looked him up and down again.

No matter how you look at it, you are just a little boy, how can it make people feel a little scary.

Mo Can's face was reflected under Ye Shuo's large light board, making it difficult to see his expression clearly, but his eyes were unusually bright.

The two men in black suits faintly felt the cold and murderous aura emanating from his deep eyes, which was chilling.

Mo Can is not the kind of person who loves to talk nonsense, after that, no matter what the two black suits asked angrily, he would not answer.

The two black suits looked at each other and wanted to go up to carry him away, but when they touched his arm, they found that they couldn't hold him up at all.

Pop, pop, pop.

A few slow and loud applause suddenly came from the ears.

"As expected of Mr. Mo, you can see that Yeshuo has recruited new recruits as soon as you come."

A tall man of more than 1.8 meters walked out of the bar. He looked very aggressive in a black suit with a purple tie, and his eyes were smiling under the gold-rimmed glasses.

The applause was for Mo Can.

Mo Can raised her head, glanced at him lightly, and snorted coldly, "Retarded."

After all, he didn't even look at the two black suits who were petrified after hearing his name, and walked into the bar.

The men who had followed Qi Ziyan out respectfully took the schoolbag that Mo Can threw over.

"Young Master Qi, who is that little boy?" The black suit leaned forward and asked Qi Ziyan.

Qi Ziyan looked at him sideways, with a faint smile on his mouth, but endless coldness in his eyes, as if mocking his ignorance.

"Young Master Yeshuo, do you know?"

"I know, you, Qi Ziyan, Young Master Qi, and Young Master Mo Can, but the brothers are new here and have never met Young Master Mo..."

Seeing his flattering tone, Qi Ziyan pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Just say you're new here."

"what?"

Seeing Qi Ziyan lead his men into the bar, the tendon in his head finally straightened.

He seemed to have heard Qi Ziyan calling him Young Master Mo just now...

Day, wouldn't that be Mo Chan?

The strongest high school student who beat Maohua at a young age...

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"Hi, Young Master Mo!"

"Hi, Young Master Mo!"

"Good evening, Mo Shao!"

……

That last one seems to break the formation.

The door of the private room was closed, cutting off the noisy sound from outside.

The sound insulation of Yeshuo private room is good.

"Give."

Mo Can took the cigarette handed over by Qi Ziyan and lit it skillfully.

That Zhengtai face doesn't match the smoke ring from his mouth.

Qi Ziyan looked at Mo Can, who was sitting on the sofa, puffing out his clouds, leaning against the door with his arms folded, with a smile in his eyes.

I really don't know how such a little Zhengtai beat Maohua's hot-blooded men to kneel and surrender crying.

Mo Can seemed to know what he was thinking, and looked up at him.

"What do you think?"

Qi Ziyan smiled coquettishly, walked slowly from his seat to sit next to Mo Can, stretched his waist, and raised his legs.

"I was just thinking, you are such a stubborn person, you would agree to transfer to the attached middle school to your uncle and aunt."

There was a burst of impatience between Mo Can's brows and eyes, and he pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray irritably.

"The old man took his wife and hanged himself with a hemp rope."

If he doesn't go, the old man will definitely do it.

(End of this chapter)