Chapter: 1818

He Qianxue quickly followed the direction of the voice and looked over.

The crowd in the distance was in chaos. At the entrance of the hotel in this era, a car came slowly.

A lot of people blocked the way of this car.

He Qianxue recognized that this car was Lin Mo's car.

Everyone around was making noise, and most of them were laughing.

What's more, he directly stopped Lin Mo's front and pointed at Lin Mo in the car and shouted arrogantly: "The one whose surname is Lin, get out!"

"What are you, what qualifications do you have to drive into Times Hotel?"

"It's all this time, what stinky airs are you putting on?"

"Why, do you think you are the honor of the province?"

The people all around suddenly burst into laughter, and the expressions in Lin Mo's eyes were full of mockery.

In the distance, He Qianxue's face was pale with anger, and said angrily: "This... why are these people like this?"

"Brother Lin has no grudges or grudges against them, why did they come and fall into trouble?"

He Lao sighed: "This is how the world is, it's the nature to hold high and step down on low."

"The Xie family was watching from upstairs. They all wanted to show off in front of the Xie family to get the Xie family's favor."

"As everyone knows, in the eyes of the Xie family, they are just a bunch of clowns, how can they be in the eyes of the Xie family?"

Following that young man's gluttonous drink, many people around him came around, yelling fiercely to make Lin Mo roll out of the car.

Look at that posture, as if they were the owners of hotels in this era.

Although the people around were not talking, most of them were watching jokes and wanted to see how Lin Mo ended up.

On the top floor of the Times Hotel, several people were watching the situation below.

These people are from the Xie family, and they all have mocking sneers on their faces.

One of them said triumphantly: "Let me just say it."

"As long as we come to Guangyang City, we don't need to do it."

"These rubbish, as soon as we hear our name, they can help us solve this surname Lin!"

"Look, he can't even get in the door of Times Hotel now."

"Hey, the honor of Guangshen, what a joke!"

Several other people also burst into laughter, their faces indescribably smug.

Downstairs, Lin Mo was sitting in the car, and it was the tiger who drove him.

Lin Mo had planned to come by himself, and wanted the tiger to leave Guangyang City first.

But the tiger didn't want to leave when he died, so he had to stay, which moved Lin Mo quite deeply.

Looking at the faces of the people outside, the tiger's face was pale with anger: "Damn, these bastards are so deceptive!"

"Relying on the Xie family, do you really think you can ride on our heads and pee?"

"Brother Lin, wait a moment, I'll call someone to drive them away!"

Lin Mo was sitting in the back seat, his eyes closed slightly, he was closing his eyes and resting.

Hearing Tiger's words, he directly said: "Who is it called?"

"I just drove it over."

The tiger was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes lit up: "Yes, why didn't I think of it?"

"Damn, these bastards, it's them looking for death!"

While speaking, the tiger slammed on the accelerator.

The car made a roar, like an awakened beast, roaring towards the crowd.

There were dozens of people standing in front of him, and they were shouting menacingly that Lin Mo rolled out of the car.

Suddenly they saw the vehicle roaring and rushing over, and they suddenly felt that something was wrong.

These people immediately turned around and wanted to escape, but it was too late at this time.

The tiger's vehicle galloped in and knocked the first few people to the ground.

But the tiger didn't slow down, smashing the happiest people who had just scolded directly into the wheel, dragging and rushing forward.

When the dozens of people behind saw this situation, they suddenly turned and ran away crying and crying.

However, regardless of the number of tigers, they rushed into the crowd at full speed and knocked down a large area. The scene suddenly wailed. JrNovels.com