C47 The last lesson be not enough

"What?" "Puppy?" Chen Zitong's sleepiness instantly disappeared without a trace. What did she mean? How did the lackey come here? Didn't her identity not get exposed?

"Eldest Miss, did you forget that you are still the Mrs. Mo of the Mo family? Or is she a Mrs. Mo who is at the heart of the struggle? " Xu Yaying clenched his teeth, she gritted his teeth in anger at the situation of a certain woman who was no longer alive.

"How many people are there?" As she was deep in thought, Chen Zitong judged the situation and tried to think of a way to escape.

"Looking around, there are no less than fifty or sixty people here. All that should be here have come ?" What should not have come has also come! " Xu Yaying sighed, she who had been in the battlefield for a long time was also shocked by the scene, "I will help you attract some firepower, you take care of the rest."

"Alright!" There was no need to be courteous, Chen Zitong quietly remembered the feelings of her good friend.

However, the complexity of the situation far exceeded their expectations, the Xu Ying Hui who could have murdered a group of Ferlin no matter where they went lost its desired effect this time.

His near public appearance only attracted a small portion of the reporters.

The remaining people were still persistently guarding the gate of the Four Great Academies. Comparing the two, one was the Mrs. Mo who was still active in the afterimage of Entertainment Circle, and the other was missing a Mrs. Mo who might not come again this time.

Using your toenails to think, you also know which is more important.

Chen Zitong who was trapped in the room rubbed her temples with a headache. She did not expect that the first time she was surrounded by the reporters was not because of ? It was because of the identity of Mo Chengjun's wife!

Thinking about Mo Chengjun, she felt his teeth itching. Last night, no matter how he begged, that man was still like a beast, tossing and turning his body over and over again.

At this time, Mo Chengjun, who had been cursed by Chen Zitong, was quickly rushing to the courtyard house 307, New Asia District's imperial city. As he was driving, he suddenly thought of a plan to capture that disobedient woman and teach her a lesson!

The idea of being unsuitable for children made him drive faster and faster, driving at the speed of the suburbs at the center of the imperial city's bustle.

However, no matter how fast he was, or how skilled he was in driving, the congested traffic situation had greatly hindered his performance. Mo Chengjun was slightly anxious as he pounded the steering wheel, this was the first time he felt as if his heart was burning with anxiety.

One hour after Xu Yaying left, Chen Zitong was still in her room, unable to find anything. Mo Chengjun was still stuck in the traffic, but the reporter by the door had become restless.

He was afraid that someone would steal the headlines for him!

Under this kind of thought, once the first person to eat a crab was here, the rest of the people quickly followed one after the other, either sneaking or braving the situation. In order to stop Chen Zitong, it could be said that the Eight Immortals had brought out their various abilities.

When the reporter rushed in, Chen Zitong had already sensed that something was amiss. If this were to continue, wouldn't she be like a turtle in a jar, waiting to be caught?

She steeled her heart and decided to take a gamble. She was betting that the reporter who just came over didn't know where the back door was.

Chen Zitong carefully made her way to the back door while disguised herself. However, she, who had recently offended the Goddess of Fate, was once again abandoned by the Goddess of Fate.

Some experienced reporters secretly found the back door while everyone else was rushing in and then quietly lurked there, playing a real person version of the game of catching turtles in a jar.

"Hello, may I ask if you have seen ?" Some reporters noticed a woman walking out of the courtyard with her body covered tightly by her hands and hurriedly asked.

"No, no ?" Pretending to be frightened by so many people, Chen Zitong secretly thought that something bad had happened, and at the same time, secretly increased her pace.

"Hey, don't leave. I still haven't asked you if you've seen anything. Just answer that I haven't. You're being too perfunctory!" The reporter grabbed her arm.

"No matter what it is, I've never seen it before!" Chen Zitong was panicking in her heart. If this continued, he would definitely be discovered.

The reporter naturally could not let her go, and with a pull, Chen Zitong's mask that was on her face came off.

The dazed reporter, who had seen his face in the newspaper thousands of times, suddenly became excited. His colleague, the cameraman, also looked as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

The argument between the two caught the attention of the reporters in front of them. Realizing that the situation had turned out like a pack of wolves, they rushed towards Chen Zitong while howling.

Very quickly, Chen Zitong was surrounded by people. This time, she would not be able to escape!

"Madam Mo, may I ask how did you and Ceo Mo enter the marriage hall?"

"Madam Mo, please tell me what kind of person the Ceo Mo in your eyes is? Furthermore, it is said that the Ceo Mo used to have a fiancee.

"Madam Mo, may I ask if you and Ceo Mo have a free love affair?"

"Mrs. Mo, please give your opinion."

"Mrs. Mo, can you please answer our questions?"

More than 10 microphones extended towards Chen Zitong, but everyone's questions were focused on Chen Zitong and Mo Chengjun, no one dared to ask about the photo that they had taken this morning.

The previous example was right in front of them. They didn't want to be the next person to lose their job.

But no matter how she was asked, Chen Zitong did not say a word, her entire being was like a gourd with a saw mouth, she only looked at the ground silently.

Mo Chengjun who was still stuck in the traffic jam, even though he did not know what was happening, he still took out his phone and spoke into the phone, "Locate my position, send a helicopter over here!"

A moment later there was a rumble above the imperial city, then a slow descent in the center of the traffic. The arrogant plane attracted the attention of many people. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Mo Chengjun threw the luxurious car that was worth a million yuan onto the road and climbed up the ladder onto the plane.

He then landed on the open ground in front of the courtyard of the Fourth House. Mo Chengjun, who was surrounded by people, jumped off the plane before he could land successfully, leaving a safe distance behind.

The loud sound caused all the reporters to be unable to help but split their attention to pay attention. A reporter who could not squeeze through the crowd took this chance to squeeze in.

This scene, was witnessed by Mo Chengjun.

His expression changed as he strode forward. The speed and imposing aura he exuded was similar to that of a small jog. The crowd unconsciously opened up a path for him.

Mo Chengjun blocked in front of Chen Zitong right away, holding onto the microphone, he said in a stern voice, "It looks like the lesson last time was not enough!"