You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 356 Protruding Backward And Looking Like Sophie Marceau?

Back at the hotel, Mo Mengchen didn't plan to go out. Barkley and others seemed to want to take advantage of the win to sweep up Boston's nightclubs, but Frouses stopped them.

"I hope you stay in the hotel tonight and don't go anywhere."

He said so, what else can others do?Only follow orders.

Mo Mengchen was cooking noodles in the hotel, and then spoke to Madeira.

She reported on the recent development of various projects, which can basically be said to be progressing steadily, and Mo Mengchen is not worried.

"So, how's the 'Here Is Detroit' album pre-sale going?"

"Here is Detroit" is Mo Mengchen's second solo album, and the title song will be released in mid-February, which is the day of the All-Star Weekend.

For this album, Mo Mengchen has put a lot of effort into it, because he has already tasted the sweetness.

If this album can maintain the quality of the previous album, the Grammys in October will be another harvest season for him, and his attributes will be divided into hundreds of thousands and hundreds of thousands of dollars. This kind of happiness is not something that can be achieved by playing games and surgery owned.

Over the past few days, Mo Mengchen has performed some simple achievements while playing games and undergoing surgery. The accumulation of attribute points has reached 3, but he has tried to spend 20 attribute points in one go, and he is not very good at 3 attribute points. Take it seriously.

These attribute points are left unused by him, and they will be used together at the end of the season.

"Conservative calculations, at least 800 million copies can be sold. If word of mouth can be fermented, it is unimaginable."

Medela's remarks are not bragging. Mo Mengchen's Chapter 1 album sold a terrifying 1800 million copies under the circumstances of the promotion. This time he announced his identity, signed a contract with the company, and played a lot of advertisements in advance. It can be said that it has attracted much attention.

"Will you sing a song then?"

"Who is speaking?"

Madeira was shocked.

"It's me, Grant Hill." Duke's high-achieving student said confidently, "Amir, you should remember me. I spent Thanksgiving at Carleton Apartment last time."

Madeira was shocked: "Is that the culprit who lured the female fans to the house and attacked the boss?"

Hill's face turned blue and white: "Did I tell you so?"

"Er when I didn't say, bye."

Realizing her slip of the tongue, Medela quickly hung up the phone, and Mo Mengchen didn't bother her even if she wanted to.

But Hill stared at him with a livid face: "Is that what you said about me behind my back?"

You have misunderstood this, and I said the same to you in person.

"You think I'm that kind of person?" I really am.Mo Mengchen looked at him sincerely.

Hill was furious: "You are shameless, you bastard, you slander me!"

"How shameless and bastard did I slander you?"

"You are shameless, you are a bastard, you are slandering me!"

not finished?
Mo Mengchen said domineeringly: "Yes, I just slandered you, why?"

"How could you do this!?" Hill was in great grief.

"Otherwise, what else could I do? If you hadn't been troublesome that day, we wouldn't have stayed at her house for so long, and you wouldn't have left the damn necklace at her house, and she wouldn't have found a reason to come to my house, when Kissed me in front of my girlfriend, who do you think is to blame?" Mo Mengchen managed to coax Ephraim through a lot of effort (putting all the responsibility on Hill).

Since then, Ephraim's opinion of Hill has changed a bit.

"Can you be as miserable as I am? Do you know how hard it took me to convince Tamia that I have no desire for that woman?"

"Aliche is so beautiful and has such a hot figure, but you don't have any desire for her?" Mo Mengchen was startled, "Are you a man?"

Mo Mengchen's channel jumped too fast, and it was difficult for Hill to keep up. He paused for a while before saying, "I'm a man, but I'm loyal to Tamia, I'm not like you!"

"If you say that, I can only think of a way to faint you and then find those hungry middle-aged women who are staring at you and tie you up and rape you a hundred times."

So vicious, Hilton took a few steps back.

"You pervert!"

"Scared?"

"leave me alone!"

Devil Mountain seemed to be really worried that Mo Mengchen would faint him, so he quickly fled the room.

Mo Mengchen was finally clean.

After only three seconds, Pollard kicked open the door and ran in as if a middle-aged woman was going to tie him up and rape him a hundred times.

However, based on his aesthetics, if a middle-aged woman really did this, he would probably laugh at her hairstyle like a peaked cap, right?
"Father, save me!"

Pollard yelled.

When Mo Mengchen saw Buckley holding scissors in his hand with the lewd smile of Takashi Yoshimura on his face, he knew what he wanted to do.

"Scott, I'm doing this for your own good. No woman will like you with your hairstyle." Barkley said kindly.

Pollard said aggrievedly: "I don't need those women who are not artistic to like me!"

"Don't be stubborn, when I cut off your bird feathers, you will know how stupid this hairstyle is!"

Barkley holds the scissors and is ready to go.

"To prevent injury, I suggest you not to struggle." Mo Mengchen kindly persuaded.

As the saying goes, if you can't resist, just pose and enjoy it.

Listen to Daddy and clip your fucking feathers, Scott!
Even though Pollard would rather die than surrender, it is difficult to stop Mo Mengchen and Barkley's will.

At the back, Mo Mengchen became Barkley's accomplice and controlled Pollard's hands from behind.

Pollard watched in humiliation as Buckley clipped his beloved duck tongue.

"Do not!!"

"I hate you!" Pollard lay on the bed in humiliation, drooling and crying.

This is my fucking bed!
Mo Mengchen stared at the scissors in Barkley's hand, thinking whether to take this opportunity to cut Pollard into a Mediterranean, so that he should not be able to mess with his hairstyle for a while, and also avenge his bed sheets by the way. Kill two birds with one stone.

"Chuck, there is a beautiful woman taking a shower in the building next door, even Mao Mao can see it!"

exclaimed Jerome Williams, running excitedly.

"Cut, isn't it just women taking a shower? You bastards have seriously affected our image in the eyes of women."

"She has big boobs!"

"Big breasts." Barkley gritted his teeth.

Mo Mengchen stared at him with a smile.

Pretend, you pretend for me again.

"And a big ass!" Williams' second proviso struck Barkley thoroughly.

Barkley picked up Pollard who was still crying: "What the hell are you doing, quickly take out your binoculars!"

"Mo, aren't you coming?" Barkley asked.

"I?"

Mo Mengchen coldly refused, she had to maintain her style, although she was a little tempted, but wasn't she just a woman in a good figure who took a bath?What catches your eyes?

"JD said she looks like Sophie Marceau!" Williams received the latest information.

Sophie Marceau
Mo Mengchen looked down at his legs that kept moving forward.

well?well?Why can't I control my feet?

In Dumars' room, the entire Pistons team assembled.

The entire balcony was full of people, and some people of low status could only listen to other people's evaluations in the room.

"Like a cherry!"

"Is this butt fake?"

"Look at her legs, it's real!"

"Why are you still so beautiful?"

Mo Mengchen didn't need a telescope, even if he was separated by a hundred meters, he felt as if he was in front of him. He was shocked by his vision every time, and this was the most shocking time.

"JD, is this the Sophie Marceau you mentioned?" Mo Mengchen couldn't bear it anymore.

No matter how blind you are, you can't see Papi sauce as Sophie Marceau, right?
Dumas said shyly, "White women look alike to me."

insult!Absolute insult!

She actually felt that Sophie Marceau had the popular face of a white woman?

"No, she found us!"

Houston yelled.

"She's greeting us!"

"Oh my god, what an open woman!"

"Who is she greeting?"

"Me, is that easy to say?"

The bunch of bored people started arguing about whom she greeted, and Mo Mengchen regretted not being able to see a civilian version of Sophie Marceau.

As for who the woman was greeting, he didn't have time to worry about it.

What is there to care about such a boring thing?They are all grown-ups, and all of them are millionaires with an annual salary of one million. How can they compete for such a thing?
The answer is obvious, of course they are saying hello to me!

Thinking so, Mo Mengchen strode out of the room.

　It's the last day of this month, ask for a monthly ticket
　　
　
(End of this chapter)