Overwhelmed by a rival

Yanzhe woke up, from the coma - the coma that was knocked unconscious by Mo Mo with a knife, woke up.

After waking up, he was very calm and calm, without any doubts about all the changes around him, and he didn't show any eagerness for knowledge about Mo Mo's situation.Yanzhe didn't behave in any way, as if he wasn't the one who was driven mad by anger today, as if nothing happened today.

Long eyelashes covered the glint of light leaking from the crystal lamp, Yanzhe sank into the corner of the pure white couch quietly, his dark green eyes were half closed, calm and indifferent.

Yanzhe was sitting lazily on a reclining side. The long mahogany table beside him was filled with shining crystal wine glasses. He picked up a wine glass with his slender fingers, drank the little crimson red wine in the glass in one gulp, and held it high. The wine glass, gently, let go..."crack"..."ta".

The crisp crackling sound cracked in the ear, and on the jade floor lay a torn crystal wine glass, and a little bit of light overflowed from the shattered wreckage.

Gracefully drank the wine in the glass, and then let go gently.

Two cups, "crackling".

Three cups, "crackling".

Four cups, "crackling".

……,……

There was not much wine in the glasses, it was red wine with low alcohol content, but there were many glasses, neatly piled up on the long mahogany table, like millions of soldiers in formation.

The continuous accumulation of alcohol dazzled the eyes and ears, and the crisp crackling sounds were more intoxicating than alcohol, but Yanzhe's brows became more and more wrinkled.

When he picked up the No.70 eight wine glasses, although his eyes remained the same, his hands were trembling slightly.

【I will rape him! 】

"Crack-cack-crack-crack!" The No.70 eight wine glasses were crushed severely by Yanzhe in the palm of his hand, and the sharp sound of crushing each other came from under his clenched fingers. The blood mixed with the red wine dripped down on the white jade floor, which was shocking.

Yanzhe stretched out his long legs and kicked the huge mahogany table over to the ground. After a loud bang, the crystal cups full on the table jumped off the inclined tabletop with a crash, and the sound of shattering fell all over the ground immediately. .

The calmness shown was broken, and the anger in my heart kept coming up. The more I wanted to suppress it, the more restless I felt like a volcanic eruption.

With a snap of his fingers, a butler in a black tuxedo appeared behind Yanzhe, nodding respectfully, "Master."

"Dial the old man's special line."

***

beep... beep... beep...

"Hello?"

"Old man, send my subordinates and my things here." Yanzhe demanded straightforwardly.

"Oh, son, in three seconds, let's calm down first."

One, two, three, the voice on the other side of the phone rang again, "My son, from your tone, it seems that you are not having a good time in country C?"

"..." Yanzhe's dark green eyes narrowed slowly.

Yanzhe's acquiescence caused a dissatisfied reprimand on the other end of the phone, "Dear son, my father asked you to go to Huaguo to let you learn the spirit of Huaguo. Think about your beautiful mother, how charming she is A woman from that wonderful country. I hoped you would inherit some of your mother's subtle wisdom, oh, son, you know, you let me down. It's not natural, so I sent you To your mother's homeland, I hope you can make up for the acquired education. There is no contact for a while, and my father is looking forward to your growth, but now, I am disappointed again. You are still immature. You can completely smash them with just one kick. If so, what is there to be angry about? You can't control your emotions well, and such chaos will only make you lose the wisdom you may have, unable to Use clear eyes to see the truth of things...Hello, Hello? Son?"

Yanzhe straightened up lazily, took back the mobile phone that he had kicked to the end of the sofa, and said viciously with the corner of his mouth raised, "Father, you are really like an old woman with a broken mouth."

There was a "click" on the other side of the phone, and the signal was cut off.

Yanzhe looked at the phone, waited for a few seconds, the silent phone rang again sporadically.

"Well, it seems that you are in a really bad mood. I understand that there is always a kind of magic in a bad mood. Father forgive your rudeness. Let's get down to business, son, you know, your mother Your country is... um, a peaceful country, don't mess around there, OK?"

"Reckless?" Yan Zhe sneered, "Old man, the honor of the Melendon family cannot be insulted by anyone."

Perhaps because of the solemnity in Yanzhe's tone, there was a short silence on the phone, "Since you have said so, then, as you wish, my dear. You will see what you want in a day, play happy."

Yanzhe looked at the hung up phone, and smiled coldly with his eyes downcast, "Yes." He said.

Smiling and laughing, that silly smiling face suddenly flashed in Yanzhe's mind again!

Silly, silly, with a smiling face, [Xiao Li, I'm more likable, right?That Yan or something is the most annoying! 】

"Crack", Yanzhe crushed the screen of the phone, followed by a bang, and the phone was smashed against the wall.

Yanzhe took a deep breath, and stretched out his hand to push the bangs on his forehead to the back of his head.

A bad mood really gives people a kind of crazy magic, doesn't it?

*****I am the dividing line that Momo wants to get up********

Momo woke up from his sleep in a daze, sat on the bed in silence for a while, then grabbed the quilt and rubbed it against his chin, yearning for the softness and warmth, with an expression like a satisfied cat.

Mo Mo had a good dream last night. In the dream, he was a hero to save the beauty. He crushed the most terrifying and annoying dragon in the world with one foot, and rescued the most beautiful and noble princess in the world with one hand. The princess said to him with infinite admiration, 【Oh, Mo Mo, you are my warrior!I suddenly found that I have fallen in love with you uncontrollably.You are so, so manly!Oh my love...]

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo " momo threw back the blanket and writhed back and forth under the blanket, he tried to suppress sniggering from under the blanket.

Now, at four o'clock in the morning, the autumn wind at dawn whistled outside the window with a lot of cold air.Momo reluctantly touched his warm blanket, and slowly got up.

After brushing his teeth, washing his face, and tying rows of lead weights on his calves and arms, Mo Mo picked up the two boxes of snacks he made last night and went out.

After a few minutes of jogging to warm up, Mo Mo started running all the way, running non-stop.

There are no shortcuts in martial arts training. Mo Mo has never missed the hours of training every day for many years. It is very hard work, but for his masculinity!

With the sound of Mo Mo's steady footsteps, the sky soon became brighter. Mo Mo came to a mountain and rushed up the mountain from the path.

His speed didn't slow down in the slightest, he circled around trees every time, leaped over rocks every time, dashed left and right, and after only a while, he was already sweating profusely.This short section of the mountain road seemed to be more strenuous than the one-hour run just now.

Mo Mo's breathing gradually became heavy, but his steps were still steady.

About 10 minutes later, Mo Mo passed through the dense forest. Behind a clearing, a gorgeous villa built on the mountain was in sight. Before Mo Mo could breathe a sigh of relief, a young man with an indifferent face Standing in front of Mo Mo, blocking Mo Mo's way.

The author has something to say: Uh, I agreed to update it on the 20th without any accidents, but when I got home, I found that my old computer could not be used TT

A few days of delay, the problem is finally solved, sorry to keep you waiting, everyone, I will try my best to make up for it.

However, because the network cable at home is not under my control, the update may still not be very stable, sweat, tears and apology