Chapter 239 (2/2)

She hasn't forgotten the scar on Mou Yu's back last time. The old man can really give such a cruel hand. Mou Yu is his own son.

The storage pool also started the car. Seeing Cangling worried, he hurriedly comforted her, ”Miss Cang, you don't have to worry. The second master has a sense of propriety.”

”Today's situation is not before. The Mo family has been defeated. The old man has lost an arm, and all the industries of the Mo family belong to the second master. If the second master really wants to make a decision, even if the old man tries his best, he can only kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred. Both of them are businessmen and won't see each other like this.”

I hope so.

Cangling knew that the words of the reservoir were reasonable, but she still couldn't let go.

Everyone knows that killing an enemy for a thousand is not worth eight hundred. What's terrible is that with Mou Zhengzheng's personality, he would rather die for his face as a father.

It's getting late. Lincoln's car shuttled through the streets and gradually drove from the busy and prosperous streets to the sparsely populated places. The buildings also changed from tall buildings to houses with a sense of time. The car stopped at Mou's old house. Mou Yu got off the car all the way. Without hesitation, he stepped directly into the door of Mou's house.

Through the front yard, you can see Mou Zhengting sitting on the main seat in the hall from a distance. He still has that face, with a cold look, and doesn't look very pleasing to anyone.

The two father and son met and looked at each other. Mou Zhengzheng fiercely gouged him out. ”I didn't expect that I can still invite you now? I still thought the famous second Master Mou wouldn't sell my face.”

Mou Yu looked indifferent. She found a seat and sat down, ”if you have anything to say.”

Mou Yu had challenged Mou Zhengting's authority since she came. He frowned and looked at Mou Yu's attitude. He was angry. ”Did I let you sit? Why, after a trip to a foreign country, he even forgot the etiquette of his ancestors?”

Mou Yu glanced at the old man who blew up the hair on the throne and smiled coldly, ”if you can't sit, I won't accompany you.”

With that, Mou Yu got up and went outside.

”Stop!” Mou Zhengzheng's beard was about to stand up, ”no filial son, kneel down for me!”

Mou Yu's body paused. He slowly turned back, and the sarcasm on his face was even worse. ”Kneel? Kneel who?”

”In today's society, men kneel to their ancestors. In addition, they only kneel to the dead. Old man, you are enough to be a living person, so you want to enjoy the treatment of the dead?”

”You!” Mou Zhengting's face turned blue.

Although Mou Yu was not disciplined by him before, she also fought against him everywhere, but she was never as arrogant as she is today. If she was close to Zhu, she was close to ink. How long did she stay with the uneducated girl, she had learned her glib Kung Fu and dared to curse him for being a father?

”Zhou Fu! Give me the family law!” Mou Zhengzheng shouted.

Mou Yu didn't leave. He still stood where he was and watched Zhou Fu take out the box containing the whip.

”Do it! I'll see if I can stand his kneeling!”

Zhou Fu took a meaningful look at Mou Yu. Maybe he also felt that Mou Yu was too abrupt. He took out the whip, clenched the handle, and was about to pull it out towards Mou Yu's back.

The whip with barbs cuts through the air and makes a whistling sound. It has the power to tear everything.

But just as the whip was about to fall on Mou Yu's back, Mou Yu stretched out her hand and accurately grasped the whip rope.

”How dare you?”