"Oh?" Mo Jiuqin's face was as calm as if there was no trace of waves of waves. No one could see any of his emotions.

"Then please tell me which sentence you are a joke?"

"Yes - in front of me, you expressed your intention to kill me and become president?"

"Or--You slander your aunt in front of me?"

"Or-- you seduce and insult me, Mo Jiuqin's wife, the first lady of Xia Guo? Huh?"

He raised his hands and pulled off the black special gloves he wore on his right hand with his left hand.

Showing a slender, white and somewhat sickly hand.

He slightly raised his mechanical little finger made of special steel...

A smile broke out on his face...

He was obviously smiling, but he finally felt emotional, but Luo Qingci was so excited that he felt cold and bloodthirsty that he felt unconsciously shrinking his neck.

"Mo Weifeng, you do these things in front of me!"

"Just kidding? Hoho~"

With a sneer, Mo Jiuqin had already slapped Mo Weifeng on the face.

The sharp nails of the mechanical little fingers streaked across Mo Weifeng's face, and a blood mark was cut on his face.

"A MP who doesn't want to be a president is not a good MP. How can you just joke?"

"Weifeng! I really hope you can kill me and become this president!"

With a "puzzle", Mo Weifeng knelt on the ground: "Fourth Uncle, Weifeng dare not!"

He has always been proud and does not want anyone to see his cowardice and panic.

He was slapped in the face by Mo Jiuqin, kneeling down at Mo Jiuqin, and even in front of Luo Qingci, Jiang Qingxue and others. This was like throwing his face to the ground and stomping on it.

This made him feel greatly humiliated.

So much so that he clenched his fists tightly, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged...

——But he had to kneel down because he was afraid of Mo Jiuqin and he was afraid of death...

"I'll talk about it later if you dare." Mo Jiuqin looked at Mo Weifeng condescendingly: "I want you to tell me what a joke is."

Before he finished speaking, he kicked Mo Weifeng several steps away with one kick.

He took off his baseball cap, took off his suit, and unbuttoned his white shirt cuffs, his movements were extremely elegant.

But it was filled with a cold and bloody feeling.

Because he was pale and thin, he also had a bad evil spirit...

"Since you've been joking in front of me, then let's fight with me!"

He had long wanted to beat Mo Weifeng, the pile of garbage. He had no great ability, but he was full of colorful things.

I am not afraid of the big impact of this pile of garbage on his position, because unless he dies, Mo Weifeng will never be able to sit in his position no matter how much he jumps around...

But Mo Weifeng deceived and used his little girl. No matter how angry the little girl was to him, he wanted to see how much she could do...

But now he feels that he might have done something wrong before.

Sit and watch, waiting for her to learn intelligence, and maybe push her away.

Being cold and strict, not gentle and patient enough with her will make it even harder to get her heart...

And she has changed now. No matter whether it is fake or real, as long as she is changing, he is willing to change it with him...

——Thinking of this, Mo Jiuqin's expression became even colder when he saw Mo Weifeng.

He thought, Mo Weifeng had just made the little girl unhappy, so if he beat Mo Weifeng, was she happy for him to stand on her side?

Still feeling sorry for Mo Weifeng?

Best, don't be the latter, don't even have any...
Chapter completed!