Rebirth: National Crown Prince

"Miss Mo, please come with us."

Mo Yu looked at the people in front of him and narrowed his eyes, "Jing Ye?"

The bodyguards looked at each other. Unexpectedly, the man in front of them suddenly guessed who their master was?

But that's okay, one of the bodyguards said: "I advise you to be obedient. After all, Master Jing is not someone you, a young artist, can refuse."

Mo Yu narrowed his eyes. The other party actually knew that he was here, which meant that Jing Ye saw him somewhere in the surrounding area.

Normally, he might have taken action directly, but not now. It would be bad if he got into trouble for Ah Xi.

A dark light flashed in Mo Yufeng's eyes, "Lead the way." The two words were cold to the bone.

"Mo Yu." Wan Zexi found the black figure at a glance.

When he saw Mo Yu getting into a luxury car, the boy's fox eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of danger flashed in his dark pupils.

In fact, just as Mo Yu guessed, Jing Ye just happened to see Mo Yu coming out of the hotel, so she asked the bodyguard to bring him over.

"Master Jing is inside." The bodyguard opened the door respectfully.

Mo Yu walked into the room without any pause.

Looking at the oncoming young man, Jing Ye curled her lips with interest, "What a coincidence, Miss Mo! I saw you through the window just now."

"Mr. Jing, please tell me quickly if you have anything to do. If it's about signing a contract, then there's no need for it. No matter how high the conditions are, I won't sign the contract."

Mo Yu's face was cold and he spoke in a calm voice, as if he was just stating an unchangeable fact.

Jing Ye clicked her tongue.

"Miss Mo is so cold, but to be honest, I used to be very interested in you, but now it's different. I'm very interested in you and Wan Zexi." Jing Ye raised her lips and smiled.

Looking at the dandy-looking Jing Ye, Mo Yu narrowed his eyes dangerously and pursed his thin lips, "There are some things about Mr. Jing that I advise you not to explore. It will not do you any good."

Facing Jing Ye, who was born into a wealthy family since childhood, Mo Yu is just an artist with excellent conditions, but he can actually exude the kind of temperament that only a child of a big family can have, noble, distant, and pure, and he looks even more beautiful than Jing Ye. Like a noble young master raised in a big family.

Looking at Mo Yu like this, Jing Ye's eyes darkened. An orphan would have such an aura. I'm afraid Mo Yu is not as simple as being an actor on the surface.

Jing Ye smiled and said, "I'm very curious, how did you get the protection of the prince of the Wan family, your beauty? Or..." Jing Ye looked at Mo Yu with ambiguous eyes.

Suddenly, Jing Ye frowned and continued: "My appearance is acceptable, but it's a pity that men generally like big breasts, and Miss Mo..." Before she could finish her words, she was suppressed by the oppressive eyes from the opposite side. The words are inexplicably unspeakable.

Mo Yu raised his lips and sneered: "Mr. Jing has time to chat with me here, why not hurry up and deal with those people who covet your position."

After saying these words, Jing Ye's face turned cold for a moment, but soon returned to his original ruffian look.

"Just now Miss Mo said that I don't want this young master to explore the affairs between you, but I also warned Miss Mo that Miss Mo had better not know too much about the Jing family, otherwise she will lose her little one one day. Life." Jing Ye said in a lazy tone.