Chapter 372: a warning

Mo Yichen’s eyes became gloomy, and he remembered all that Gu Yan had suffered in the past few days. He squatted and slammed a few punches on Jiang Jingcheng’s face.
Jiang Jingcheng drank a lot of wine at the reception, and the body was light and fluttering. He was so hardened by Mo Yichen, and his body slammed into the edge of the table next to it. In a flash, the cups landed, and the sound of crisp and mellow sounded.
At the reception, everyone’s eyes were locked in the riverside city and the angry and irritating man’s body...
"Isn't this a young master of the Mohist family? It would be a rare surprise to play here."
"Wow, ink is always handsome, even people are so men!"
This kind of scene naturally caused the pointing of the person next to it.
Jiang Jingcheng had bright red blood flowing out of his forehead. Looking at Mo Yichen's arrogant appearance, Jiang Jingcheng was angry with his throat and his brows were wrinkled.
"Mu Yichen, you have a problem with your brain!... Well, I will play with you today." Jiang Jingcheng took off his jacket and slammed it into the sofa next to him.
In the eyes and eyes of strange people around, the two twisted together...
In the fierce scene, no one dared to go up and pull the rack. The two of them became more and more fierce. You punched me and punched your face. The scene stalemate for five minutes, and the two human forces are completely absent, glaring at each other.
"Jiangjingcheng, I sue you, if you want to be with Chen Hao again, you will be a traitor, be careful that I will take your life! I will give you the last warning today." Mo Yichen looked at Jiang Jingcheng with his face and looked at him. The long fingers pointed at his nose, a reprimand and scolded.
Riverview City’s stupid squatting in the same place, I do not know how to defend myself, in fact, in his heart has long sprouted. It’s just that he has been cheating himself.
A group of reporters next to "Scratch..." suddenly appeared.
"Ink, are you not in the United States? How could it suddenly appear at the reception, and the man is shot, do you have any festivals between you?"
Mo Yichen stayed in the same place, watching these ubiquitous reporters, slowly slowed down, and looked at the reporter who had just asked questions, then turned and left.
The reporter stood in the same place and looked at the back of Mo Yichen's departure. His breath was too strong, and the young reporter suffocated for a moment.
After Mo Yichen left, everyone shifted their eyes to Jiang Jingcheng.
"Hello, this gentleman, you can tell us easily, what is the festival between you and Mexico? How can you fight for you today?"
Jiang Jingcheng looked at the reporter next to him coldly and calmly said: "What told him to fight against me, this time I spared him! You open your eyes and see the truth of the matter, okay?"
The reporter was utterly speechless by Jiang Jingcheng.
"What is the relationship between you and Mo, what is the reason, let the two of you here..." Another reporter quickly asked.
Jiang Jingcheng stunned and said: "This is a personal matter, I can't answer your questions."
He walked out of the reporter's pile and took his coat. Under the watchful eyes of the reporter, his eyes were dark and dark, and he swallowed his breath and went away.
...
Moh Villa, Mo Yichen was exhausted and lying on the bed, panting, looking at the ceiling with no eyes. "Gu Yan, where are you now?" Mo Yichen breathed some unstable, low tone, awkward look, the whole person looked very decadent.
"Hey..."
"What? Who? Don't bother me..."
Mo Yichen opened his eyes and shouted loudly outside the door. He closed his eyes, groping his hand on the phone next to the bed, and squinting at one hand.
The nanny is still knocking, and the sound of a burst of noise makes Mr. Mo Yichen feel a little annoyed, and the screen of the mobile phone is already open at 11 o'clock in the morning. When I came back last night, it was already around two in the morning, and Mo Yichen didn’t know when she fell asleep. She even slept now.
He felt exhausted, his muscles were sore, and he didn't even have the strength to sit up.
"Young Master, my wife asked you to go to the study."
"Okay, I know…"
Mo Yichen had no choice but to get up, put on slippers, and looked tired. He walked out of the bedroom and yawned in the hallway.
"Is it dry last night?"
He didn't enter the door, he heard the voice of the woman inside the house. This voice made him feel very uncomfortable. The face of Mo Yichen suddenly fell. To be honest, he did not want to quarrel with Li Yunhong, and he has been restraining his words and deeds.
In the study room, the sunlight penetrated into the glass, and the bright light of the room, Mo Yichen blinked and looked up at Li Yunhong, who was also bathed in the sun. She looked ugly and thought that she did not sleep well last night.
"Mom, early in the morning, are you coming to me for this?"
He lay lazily on the sofa, stretched out, and moved to the sore bones.
Li Yunhong looked at Mo Yichen with a sigh of relief. He dropped the newspaper in his hand on the table next to him and stared at Mo Yichen. He said: "Look, what have you done?"
Mo Yichen was shocked in his heart, and picked up the newspaper in a confused way. The picture that he and Ting Jingcheng tore together appeared in front of Mo Yichen. The huge title: "The CEO of the Moh Group presented a late night cocktail party with a man. "Brawling," seems to be satirizing Mo Yichen, laughing at him, his girlfriend's accident, but incompetent.
He threw the newspaper in the trash can next to him and didn't want to pay attention to these insignificant things.
"Mom, you don't have to deal with these things, I will handle it well." Mo Yichen looked at Li Yunhong, who was angry next to her. She knew that she must be worried about this matter and would be seen by the directors in the company. Yichen. After all, the old antiques are not very convinced of Mo Yichen's ability, and they are still eager to move.
"Son, I know you, not just to look at that woman, but you can't do it. You don't know. You came back privately. The shareholders in the company are already very dissatisfied. You said Say you, this negative news is on the newspaper, how do you let them see you?"
Li Yunhong clenched the hand of Mo Yichen, and there was a hint of resentment in his eyes. He could not let his son be so decadent.
Looking at the mother's anxious eyes, and still can not shake his arm, the whole face is filled with worrying two words, Mo Yichen's heart suddenly softened, no matter what, Li Yunhong is his mother, do Everything is for him.
He can no longer stimulate Li Yunhong's emotions.