Extreme beauty: Your Highness only loves little loli

Chapter 95 [101] Surprised!another doll

"Then I'll go with you." Mu Jingchen said.

"I'll just go by myself." After Mo Yan finished speaking, Feng Yan also turned around, "Young master, Suzuki asked you to talk about something."

Mu Jingchen put his right leg on his left leg, clasped his hands together, "I have nothing to talk about with that Japanese."

Seeing Mu Jingchen's arrogant face again, Mo Yan took his arm coquettishly and acted coquettishly, "You should be obedient and go talk about business, if you don't work hard, how will you support me?"

After finishing speaking, Mo Mi mischievously blinked at Feng Yan. Feng Yan was stunned for a moment, then turned around and remained silent.

Mu Jingchen always had nothing to do with Mo Yan, he pointed at the center of her eyebrows with his slender fingers, and parted the corners of his lips dotingly, "My little idiot, are you still afraid that I won't be able to support you?"

Mo Yan was so teased that she giggled, "Okay, I know you can support me of course, I just don't want to depend on you for everything."

Mu Jingchen thought about it pretending to be contemplative, and then he let go, "Okay, remember to call me after you choose your clothes, and I will ask the driver to pick you up."

"Yes."

The car stopped on the side of the road, Mo Yan waved his hand, watched the car leave, and then went to the store to choose clothes.After choosing the clothes and swiping the card, Mo Yan took out her mobile phone contentedly and was about to call Mu Jingchen, when Ying appeared in front of her with a cold face.

Mo Yan had no choice but to put down the phone first, and greeted in a friendly manner, "Are you here to find me?"

With a light sweep of Ying's eyebrows, she saw the three words Mu Jingchen on the screen of her mobile phone.

"excuse me."

She faintly uttered a few words, and waved her palm vigorously towards the back of her head. Mo Yan frowned in pain, and then fell into Ying's arms.

Shepherd.

"Where did Mr. Suzuki put my Mu family and my Mu Jingchen?" Mu Jingchen's sneering attitude was expected by Suzuki.

"Master Mu, to put it bluntly, we are all businessmen. If you can help me distribute these medicines, it will definitely benefit you. You don't want to waste a lot of money, do you?"

Mu Jingchen didn't say anything, he just lazily stretched his hand back, and when he withdrew his hand again, there was an extra pistol in his hand.

Seeing this scene, Suzuki couldn't sit still anymore. While sweating coldly, he raised his butt slightly, looked at Mu Jingchen nervously and didn't know what to say.

"I, Mu Jingchen, don't like making money from dead people."

Mu Jingchen loaded the gun, and pointed the gun at Suzuki slowly and carelessly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Suzuki's legs trembled a little, but he stood up pretending to be calm, "Young Master Mu... I'm so bothering you today, I will never force you to do something you don't want to do, I will never force you... Then I will leave first..."

He carefully circled the people in suits and leather shoes of GMs, swallowed hard, and moved towards the door with two of his men.

Mu Jingchen kept fiddling with the gun in his hand, but didn't order him to stop, so he let him run away in embarrassment.

Suzuki walked out of the villa and spit at a place where no one was around. It was that Gu Yechen who actually came to ask him to find Mu Jingchen. He didn't talk about the matter, and almost put his life on the line.

Just as he was about to get into the luxury car, the slim girl beside the car suddenly caught his attention. The white gauze skirt fluttering in the wind and the long black hair were soft and smooth. At first glance, she looked like a refined fairy.

"I heard that the Suzuki family's pharmaceutical business is very important in Japan. I came here to ask you for a medicine."
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When Mo Yan woke up, the back of her head was still aching. She bit her lower lip, touched the back of her head and opened her eyes. The scene in front of her eyes changed from blurred to clear. Finally, what was reflected in her eyes was the somewhat familiar room, which made her feel What I feel is real is the faint and pleasant smell of cologne on the quilt.

The room was terribly empty, except for the rustling sound of her lifting the quilt.

When she sat up and her gaze was unintentionally cast on the quilt, she felt that her breathing seemed to be stagnant, and she tremblingly reached out to the other doll she had been looking for for many years.

(End of this chapter)