Chapter 1689: Everyone comes down and smash it for me!

"Mr. Mo, have you recently gone to a mental hospital for regular check-ups? Are you not a normal person as rumored outsiders..."

"Mr. Mo, is it convenient for you to be in the women's bathroom?"

The spotlight flashed by...

One sharp question after another is coming.

The reporter and the videographer were excitedly recording and shooting...

It’s so good that I have such a big news for two consecutive days, and it’s rare to see in a thousand years. It can be photographed and broadcast live now, and you can get the bonus!

Mo Beiyan stood there with an iceberg on his face. He didn't move. His handsome face was red and black and stained. His burgundy hair was covered with tomato sauce. His high-end suit was wrinkled and he looked like he...

Being handsome is still very handsome, and evil is also very evil, but...

How could this be the image the president should have?!

This is a fugitive~ Is it a crime...

The reporters kept snoring in surprise, and one of them screamed in shock, "Mr. Mo, what's going on with the bag in your hand?"

"Did you sneak into the women's bathroom to grab the bag? You should not be short of money. Is this a pathological special hobby?"

"How many times did you enter the women's bathroom? Is this outfit to cover up or to meet psychological needs?"

“…”

This is another trick.

And the fuck is this most useful trick!

She is addicted to making entertainment calls?!

Mo Huantong...

Mo, Huan, Tong!

Mo Beiyan's phoenix eyes almost sank into the bottom of the sea. He held his hands tightly, and he was still in a mess. He still couldn't hide his nobleness. Mo Huantong, do you want to play, right? You want to find a reporter to take a photo, right?

Good... Very good!

Very good!

There is no next time...this is the last time, at the end of the world, do you think you can run away?!

Someone who rarely gets angry...

Completely, unprecedentedly... angry.

The reporters were still slapping without knowing their lives. Mo Beiyan's tall figure stood at the door of the women's bathroom, without any sense of incongruity. His handsome face was slightly heavy, and the sinisterness in his eyes was almost scared.

Swish-

Three extended versions of cars drove over.

The door of a car in the middle was pulled open by the follower who got off the road, and the man in a dark blue suit raised his legs and stepped down. The reporters' attention was instantly attracted, "Young Master!"

"Young Master Chu, why did you come here?"

"Young Master Chu, are you also snatching your bags from the women's bathroom?"

"Young Master Chu, do you have a thorough understanding of Mr. Mo's condition?"

This has confirmed that he is the condition?!

Mo Nanjue's thin lips curled up, but he did not answer. His beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and suddenly turned away from his handsome face and shouted, "Down, smash it for me!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, a large group of men in black were suddenly used in the two cars in front and behind. They were all wearing sunglasses, rushed over and snatched the reporter's microphone and camera and smashed it on the ground.

Bang bang bang bang!

The machine was smashed instantly, and all the photos and videos were destroyed. The reporters had no time to react and were all shocked. Mo Nanjue put his hands in his pockets. He glanced at him, "Catch them all, seal their mouths and release them."

"yes!"

The man in black moved very quickly, and in just a few minutes, he stuffed a group of reporters and others into the car. The followers cleared the people watching on both sides, "Sorry, I'm filming here, please let me..."

Mo Beiyan always stood with a cold face. Mo Nanjue walked over. Even though he was very patient, he still couldn't help but want to laugh, "I said..."
Chapter completed!