Chapter 1182 (1/2)

Subei took a deep breath and whispered back, ”I don't have the time like Mr. mo. I'm going to have lunch. If Mr. Mo wants to find me, he will get off the bus, otherwise, he will drive away directly.”

With that, Su Bei raised his feet and left. Mo Qianshan's face sank.

Malatang

originally, Subei didn't want to eat spicy hot food today, but Mo Qianshan didn't want to find her, so she chose a very small Malatang.

It's just that the small room that used to be full at this time every day is just the two of them.

At the door stood four bodyguards with sunglasses. No one dared to enter.

Even the shopkeeper and the waiter were invited out after the spicy hot.

Su Bei and Mo Qianshan sit opposite each other, and a bowl of spicy hot is put in front of everyone.

Northern Jiangsu ate slowly, but Mo Qianshan didn't even move his chopsticks.

”North and North...”

”My dad told me when I was a kid, don't talk when you eat.”

Mo Qianshan was interrupted by Northern Jiangsu as soon as he opened his mouth.

The man breathed, ”I'm your father!”

”My father is dead!” Su Bei also did not lift the head to say, that tone in a trace of temperature did not have.

Mo Qianshan took a deep breath, frowned at Subei, ”no matter what you say, I am your father, this is the fact that can't be changed.”

Su Bei raised his sight with a bit of displeasure, ”since Mr. Mo is here, let's eat it. Or is it that Mr. Mo is now of noble status and can no longer eat what we poor people eat? ”

Mo Qianshan stares at Subei, then lowers his head and continues to eat.