Male God Please Lie Down

Soon, Mrs. Mo stopped Mo Qingxi's credit card and asked the housekeeper to take back Mo Qingxi's car and other things.

Naturally, Mo Qingxi, who was in his villa at the banquet being held at this time, didn't know.

White villas, azure blue swimming pools, flowers and wine.

Thousand Lily is wearing a white tube top dress, and her pure little face looks even more like an angel in white.

Armed with Mo Qingxi, walking on the red stall, aroused waves of envy.

Suddenly, it was noticed by everyone, Qian Yuri's face was embarrassed.

"Lily, let's go there to rest!"

Mo Qingxi took Qian Lily's hand and sat on the sun lounger by the side of the swimming pool.

"Qingxi, I think I am so happy"

Qian Lily took a sip of a cocktail, and her porcelain-white face was flushed.

"fool!"

Mo Qingxi rubbed her hair lovingly, then took the wine glass in her hand.

"Don't drink if you don't know how to drink."

"I am happy!"

Qian Lily pursed her red lips and sighed.

Seeing her frowning and smiling, Mo Qingxi loved her even more.

"Second Young Master!"

The two were getting along with each other tenderly and affectionately, and suddenly a voice rang abruptly.

Mo Qingxi frowned, thinking about who is so lack of eyesight, a knife passed by, and the person who came was actually the steward Wang.

It must be her mother who wanted to persuade herself to go back. The anger in Mo Qingxi's eyes disappeared, and instead was a kind of superiority.

"Why the steward Wang is here? I won't go back."

After Mo Qingxi finished speaking, he walked back inside, picked up a cigarette, lit it gracefully, and began to vomit fog.

Steward Wang watched him directly spit out the smoke ring towards him.

He took two steps backwards calmly, "Since the young master leaves the house, he has to sever the relationship. Don't use the things of the Mo family. Please leave."

"Cough cough cough cough-"

Mo Qingxi, who was proud of himself, thought that Mrs. Mo had already compromised, but did not expect that he would be driven out.

Suddenly a puff of smoke choked into his throat, and he coughed violently.

"What did you say?"

After breathing a sigh of relief, he stared at Butler Wang again and asked aloud.

"Please leave the second young master."

When Steward Wang finished speaking, he turned and went downstairs.

"Qingxi, is it because of me!"

Qian Lily sat aside, looking at Mo Qingxi pitifully.

"Don't blame you, baby."

Mo Qingxi hugged Qian Baihe's shoulders with a gloomy expression, and soothed.

"Then what should I do now?"

With tears still hanging on Qian Baihe's face, she looked expectantly at Mo Qingxi.

"I'm leaving now, I have nothing, Lily, do you dislike me?"

Mo Qingxi looked at her with a trace of uncertainty in his eyes.

"Fool, what did you do for me, I must be willing."

Qian Baihe nodded solemnly with her pale face.

"Then we go now."

Mo Qingxi threw the cigarette **** on the ground full of hatred, and went to pack things with Qian Baihe.

Also living with Qian Baihui was her sister Qian Baihui. Although Qian Baihui was sitting in a wheelchair, she was wearing an exquisite little dress, surrounded by the flattery of a lot of ladies.

At this moment, when she heard her sister say that she was leaving, her eyes couldn't help flashing a trace of displeasure.

The people attending the banquet were also driven away by the steward Wang.