However, it was not Chai Yongheng, but Yining, his father's subordinate. When this situation was not enough, he could not care about why the person was replaced. He hurriedly solved the problem and asked Yining to give him hundreds of dollars to the student to send him away. The student was originally sent by Guan Muyun, so he didn't care.

"I'm trapped, you ask the doctor to come here immediately. ***, those grandchildren are so annoyed. The students who teach trash are also trash!" Mo Yongtai's head was dazzled, his face was pale, his lips were chapped, and his forehead was covered with sweat. He was full of resentment and cursed weakly.

The doctor arrived quickly, gave him some medicine, looked at his tongue coating, and counted his pulse, and was shocked: "You have severely punished your exhaustion, so it is best to go to the emergency room for treatment immediately."

Two or three people helped him into the ambulance and drove away.

King Mo Yongtai hung glucose, took medicine again, stopped abdominal pain, and slightly regained his energy, looked out the car window and said, "I clearly remember that the hospital is not far from the school, why did you come to this city? Uh, why did you take me home for you?"

Yin Ning smiled and said, "Young Master, the fifth master said that the private doctor at home knows your geometry well, so it is better to go home for treatment."

The main house near the lake is decorated with lights and colorful colors, and is full of joy. Through the glass curtain wall, you can see the shadows of people, the swaying candles, the fragrance of food and the laughter of people floating from afar.

Mo Yongtai was full of doubts: "What plane is the old man at home doing?" The ambulance parked downstairs, walked out of the side door and carried him in. He was sore and weak, his throat was hoarse and could not speak, so he could be at the mercy of these people. He rarely went home, and he was not even very clear about the decoration layout of the home.

The side door of the Lord's Beyond Jielou went in through the corridor and came to a large room with gorgeous decoration. There was a huge dressing table filled with various cosmetics and utensils, as well as four large wardrobes. Eight people were waiting respectfully inside.

Are two of them not the makeup artists and stylists of Yintian Company? What are they coming to do?

Mo Yongtai was put on the chair, hesitant, got up and wanted to leave, but his legs became weak, and he sat down again, slumped on the chair and couldn't move.

"I..." As soon as a word appeared, my breath trembled with my throat, and I felt my throat hurt.

I can only keep silent. Could it be that my father has collapsed?

The actions of these people made him even more inexplicable. Several male servants first helped him take off his sportswear, his underwear was gone, and the natural scenery was gone, and a stinking smell of feces came. The male servants wanted to cover their noses, but they didn't dare, so they could only hold it back. The makeup artist said helplessly: "Let's take a shower first."

Kill me! Mo Yongtai is both ashamed and angry. It would be fine if you get a few women to help me take a bath, but it would be a few big men. OK, you can wait and see!

I got to the bathhouse next door to wash my clothes, and I didn't even leave any dirt on my lower body. Not only did the man touch the whole body, but my butt was a little itchy, and I wanted to reach out to scratch it. A male servant was anxious to please the young master, but he had already reached out his hand first...

King Mo Yongtai was distraught, his hands and feet were weak and unable to resist. The collar was particularly clear. He could walk a few steps when he came out of the toilet and said a few words. He could not do anything until now, and the laxatives were not so strong. Could it be that the bottle of glucose hung by the doctor? When did Yining become a traitor and want to deal with him? What is their intention to do this?

Everyone changed him into a set of fitted underwear. The stylist touched his chin and said, "Just wear a purple shirt, which is mysterious and sexy, and the most charming." He opened one of the large wardrobes and hung up thirty or forty sets of colorful shirts. He slid it over for a while and took out a brand new purple shirt with a label removed. The fabric was decorated with lighter hexagons, which looked really beautiful.

Mo Yongtai thought to himself: "Boss, I like yellow ones," but he opened his mouth and could only make a few monotonous sounds. The stylist had already pulled up his arm to help him put on his clothes, buttoned them up, and snapped his fingers and praised: "It turns out to be a fit. The evening dress is below, it's a bit formal and black. If you want the waist-hugging type, your figure will look more upright. The bow tie is worth considering."

Bow tie? What else do you want to just have a black bow?

The makeup artist took out a bright red pattern printed with poisonous arrows and pierced the heart. The English word loveyou smiled and said, "I have prepared a long time ago, and I specially chose one that matches the theme."

Mo Yongyongtai almost fainted: "Boss, please stop playing with me."

After wearing his dress, the makeup artist helped him dress up, combed his hairstyle, and sprayed it with a faint and pleasant perfume. Looking at himself in the mirror, he was shining and elegant, not much worse than the star Bai Youcheng who wandered on the screen all day long. He seemed to feel pretty good, so he was not so angry, but he just didn't understand what they were going to do.

He was put on a wheelchair, pushed out of the room, and through the corridor, and arrived at the hall. A man in an inappropriate dress was calling on the servant to set up the hall. The lights were too bright, just the wall lights were enough, and the rest of the places were replaced with candlesticks. What, is the roasted suckling pig ready? I have to eat it later. You are more skillful, and you are looking at it. I have never seen a handsome guy. Rub the chair again until the figure is revealed.

There was a six-meter long table in the hall, covered with white tablecloths, and candles were burning around. The servants kept walking and it was not yet dark, but the lighting system in the hall was isolated from the outside.

The man who danced like a conductor called again: "Where is the flowers? How many times have I said that the red roses are about to bloom, and a few drops of water will appear more beautiful. Do you know what beauty is? There is also the oil painting of Mo Laowu's portrait, replaced by Virgin Mary! Europeans attach more importance to religion."

The man turned around and King Mo Yongtai almost suffocated. Isn’t this guy just Liao Bubin? Why did he get into my house and become a housekeeper?

Liao Xuebing was wearing a straight black tuxedo and a thick cigar in his mouth. This outfit combined with his rogue aura was particularly weird.

"Ha, isn't this Young Master Tai? Come and take it to the table and sit. Change a comfortable chair for him. Miss Alibbee will arrive soon." Old Liao ordered.

Mo Yongtai thought angrily: "It's all your fault that Liao Xuebing did. He actually played this trick to break up Bingyundi and me. Do you think this will succeed? I won't talk later. Alice is not a fool, and she can't tell the truth?"

Liao Xuebing patted his shoulder vigorously and smiled, "Nephew, you are not young anymore, and it's time to talk about marriage. Miss Alice admires you deeply. Now, if you send an invitation from you, she will come here. After you have accomplished your affairs, you must continue your family and give birth to a few sons. Haha, don't speak? Then I'll assume you'll make a promise."

Mo Yongtai was photographed with teeth grinning, and his eyes were about to spurt flames, and he thought to himself: "I want to see how you can help me act."

The servants began to retreat once, leaving only a few waiters standing in the corner. The lobby of Somona opened and saw a bright and dazzling light. Liao Xuebing hurriedly went up. Miss Alice was wearing a gray off-shoulder skirt and a radiant diamond necklace on her neck. Accompanied by Guan Aidwards and Mr. Erlang Wai, she held his hand contradictoryly, and slowly climbed the steps with her skirt in her other hand.

Mo Yongtai stood at the door to welcome him without their wish, but stood numbly behind the center table. He was stiff and cold, and Alice showed a slight disappointment.

"Mr. Brown, after my nephew returned from Europe, was overly excited, infected with wind and cold, and was discomfort, and his throat was swollen and painful, but he couldn't help but feel for Miss Alice, and he still insisted on meeting him. Do you understand this kind of young man's feelings? Please explain to Miss Alice in detail. It's not because I was rude, but because of my physical condition."

Brown also came from a young man, showing a look of understanding, and talked to Alice. Alice calmed down and said a few words. Brown said to Lao Liao again: "Miss said he hopes Mr. Mo will recover as soon as possible and extend his deepest condolences to him."

After getting off the plane at noon, Mo Laowu also waited for Alice and his party. At this time, he used the excuse not to interfere with the young people's lives, so he left the kind-hearted Liao Xuebing to take care of the ancient road. He was busy dealing with the affairs of the Menglan Municipal Association, so how could he have so much leisure time?

Ask the lady to sit down, right opposite Mo Xiaozi, Liao Xuebing sat in the middle, claiming to be Uncle Mo Yongtai, and was half the master. The housekeeper and secretary had no seats, so they could only stand behind the lady.

Mo Yongtai became more and more anxious: "Damn Liao Xuebing forced me to such a field. One day I will add ten times more to return it."

Liao Xuebing clapped his hands, and a servant pushed out a stainless steel trolley with flowers, red and yellow trolleys, posing in a huge heart shape, dazzling shape. "This is the flowers my nephew gave to Miss Alice, a total of 999 trolleys. In our local meaning, it represents eternal life..." Brown, who was afraid that Chinese was not too far, would not understand it, and explained in detail: "We pay great attention to the meaning of numbers here. My nephew hopes that his relationship with Miss Alice will never fade, and will last as long as it is studying."

After Brown translated the words, Alice was extremely happy. She pulled out one of them and held them in her hand, looking at Mo Yongtai with a burning look.

Mo Yongtai almost had the idea of ​​biting his tongue and committing suicide: "You are cruel! I won't argue with you today."
Chapter completed!