Chapter: 798
Leng Tiong's whole body froze, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

Qingqing is Momo, and Momo is Qingqing.

The one who made him sneer, the one who made him love to his bones was actually the same woman.

What's more absurd is that he actually wanted to kill his favorite woman with his own hands.

And he also used ten fighter jets to face her...

He didn't dare to think, what would happen if Momo was injured in that battle?

He may never forgive himself for the rest of his life.

He hates himself, why didn't he recognize Momo earlier.

When did Momo recognize him?

Leng Juo frowned for a moment.

If you guessed it wrong, it was probably the day that you showed her the bullet.

She recognized herself as the pavilion master of Morun Pavilion through bullets.

No wonder she behaves very strangely these days!

He once thought that it was because Momo was jealous that she became like this.

With many thoughts, the man got up and picked up his jacket, his voice was low, dull and cool: "Go to Yujing Garden."

He suddenly remembered that the injury on Momo's shoulder was caused by blocking the bullet!

Enter the black Maybach.

The man sat in the back seat, looking in a daze, everything seemed to understand.

Bo Hua glanced at the rearview mirror, and couldn't help pushing his glasses, "Master Juo, are you sure Qing Qing is Miss Qiao?"

"Yeah." The man hummed faintly.

It seemed that he suddenly remembered something, and reached out his hand to take out a book from the cabinet where the miscellaneous items were placed in the back seat.

This book was previously urged by Bohua to buy it. Bohua said that he knows himself, knows his enemy, and is victorious in all battles.

But he hadn't read the content either, and after taking it back, it was left unused.

I have to say that his Momo is extremely talented in any industry.

Although she is only a 19-year-old girl, her writing style is extremely sophisticated and her style of writing is her own.

No wonder Principal Jin would say that she plagiarized.

How can this kind of writing style and style find a second person in traditional novels or online literary circles?

*

Yujing Garden.

The uncle security guard was watching the surveillance in the security hall. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he stared blankly at the vehicles approaching the community.

This is a high-end community, and I have seen all luxury cars, but for the first time he saw so many luxury cars come in together.

He got up again and again and walked out of the security hall to look.

I saw a man sitting in the back seat of the black Maybach headed by him, with an icy breath all over his body, mysterious and unpredictable, making people dare not approach it. Just a glance made people frightened.

Men with such aura are rare.

He fixed his eyes and said respectfully, "Master Tired?"

Leng Juo raised his eyes, his eyes were dull, and his voice was hoarse and low, "Hurry up and let go."

"What is Lord Tien doing today?" Uncle security asked while operating the remote control in his hand.

The man smiled, that smile, with a bit of joy and mystery, "Take the mistress of the Leng family home." The genius remembered for a second.

The uncle security guard heard this, almost soft legs, isn't the hostess of Leng's family Mo Xin just announced a while ago?

The head of the dignified M country's first organization actually lives here?

With that said, maybe he has seen it too.

*

A group of people came to the community and successfully caused a panic.

As soon as XuXin came back from the outside, she ran into the coldness of coming, and she quickly detoured in through the back door.

Going back to the villa, put down things in a hurry, and looked at the woman who was treating the wound.

"Sister Mo, did you just meet your man at the gate?"

Qiao Yimo's action to disinfect the wound, "You mean cold and tired?" JrNovels.com

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