"What? Huo Ling, you are such a brat, you should call me sister, you know?" Sword Ling was angry.

"Call you sister." Huo Ling retorted without admitting defeat.

Mo Huasong became furious when he heard this: "Why are you arguing?"

When the sword spirit and fire spirit saw that their master was angry, they were too frightened to speak out and huddled inside.

Mo Huasong thought for a while and continued to call Xiao Jie.

This time, Xiao Jie's phone call was connected, and Xiao Jie's voice came from inside: "Who is it?"

Asked who I was? Mo Huasong's face suddenly turned green. "I am Mo Huasong." Mo Huasong shouted angrily.

This Xiao Jie didn't remember his mobile phone number and asked him who he was? It almost made him angry to death.

"Oh, it turns out to be Master Mo, what's the matter?" Xiao Jie's voice was cold, as if someone was trapped in an ice cellar.

Mo Huasong felt like he was about to vomit blood and really wanted to hang up the phone immediately.

However, thinking about the promise he had just made to Su Weidong, he still swallowed his anger temporarily and said: "Xiao Jie, I want some VIP tickets for your concert tomorrow, preferably those in the first row."

Mo Huasong wondered if Mu En wanted votes. He seemed to be pursuing Xi Sisi.

"No." Before she finished speaking, Xiao Jie hung up the phone.

"What? Xiao Jie actually dared to hang up my phone?" Mo Huasong jumped up in anger this time, spitting out the energy in his body, and the yellow rosewood in front of him was burned to ashes by the black ghost fire he used.

"If I go, the master will be angry when he is angry. How can he order me around?" Huo Ling said with a grimace inside.

Sword Spirit whispered: "Fire Spirit, please stop saying a few words, otherwise the master will ask you to burn this building down."

Sword Spirit knew why Mo Huasong was so angry. He had always been arrogant and arrogant, especially when it came to women. He was the only one who hung up on women's cell phones, and only he was the only one who commanded women. As soon as the women heard his words, they immediately carried out his orders.

But now Xiao Jie not only didn't listen to his orders, but also hung up on him directly. Why not make him angry?

"I'm so angry." Mo Huasong hit the front as expected, and the black ghost fire flew towards the furniture and other things over there.

However, the Fire Spirit got the hint from the Sword Spirit and just flew over without burning the contents inside. It was equivalent to heating the furniture.

Mo Huasong said angrily: "Huo Ling, are you looking for death?"

"No, Master, it was Sword Spirit who asked me to do this. If you want to scold me, you must scold her." Huo Ling replied with a bitter face.

"Huo Ling, can you have some backbone?" Sword Spirit became angry when he heard this.

"Integrity? You encouraged me to do this and then got scolded by the master. What do you mean by my integrity?" Huo Ling scolded shamelessly.

When Mo Huasong heard the quarrel between the Fire Spirit and the Sword Spirit, he calmed down and did not take it out on his own house.

After all, the house belongs to you. If you burn the house down, you will still lose.

The huanghuali wood furniture just now costs hundreds of thousands per set.

Mo Huasong thought for a while and called Xiao Jie again.

This time the call was not hung up, but Xiao Jie answered the call: "Why are you calling me again? I still like money, and I am making a lot of money now."

"You, you" Mo Huasong choked again.

Suddenly, Mo Huasong heard a man talking to Xiao Jie softly next to him, as if he wanted to treat her to a meal or something. Mo Huasong, who had calmed down just now, became angry again.

"That's it." Xiao Jie hung up the phone again.

"Let me go, Xiao Jie is really awesome. He hung up on the master twice. The master was very embarrassed." Huo Ling fanned the flames next to him.

"Huo Ling, if you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb." Sword Spirit scolded.

Huo Ling didn't say anything, he just wanted to see Mo Huasong get angry.

But Mo Huasong smiled and said: "What are you two talking nonsense about? Do you think I care about Xiao Jie? Really, how could I like her? I'll call Sister He Lin soon, she seems to be responsible for this

What about the performances?”

So, Mo Huasong called He Lin.

"Huh? Hua Song, are you free?" He Lin saw that it was Mo Huasong who called and asked with a smile.

"Yes. Sister He Lin, do you have tickets for Xiao Jie's concert tomorrow?" Mo Huasong asked.

"I still have a few tickets this morning, but I called you to ask if you want them. But no one answered your call. I thought you didn't have time to go, so I gave them to my colleagues in the company." He Lin

Answered.

Xiao Jie is now so popular that the tickets were sold out early in the morning, so He Lin and her cultural company made a lot of money this time.

"Forget it." Seeing that He Lin didn't have any tickets, Mo Huasong had no choice but to give up.

"Hua Song, do you want to go to Xiao Jie's concert?" He Lin asked.

Mo Huasong shook his head hastily: "No, why would I want to hear her sing? I'm just talking."

Mo Huasong hung up the phone, thinking that he hadn't seen Su Weidong in the past few days and wondered how he was practicing, so he walked to the garage.

There were two other cars in the garage, and Mo Hua let go of a Rolls-Royce off-road vehicle.

When Mo Hua walked to the gate of the community, there was a person in front of him waving to him desperately.

Mo Huasong recognized that person, it was Feng Xuecheng.

Mo Huasong stopped the car, and Feng Xuecheng immediately jumped in front, looked at the front of the car excitedly and shouted: "Here I go, it's really a Rolls-Royce limited edition Cullinan off-road vehicle. You can't buy it even if you have money."

"This guy must be a rich man. I want to worship him and call him the boss. This car costs at least tens of millions." Feng Xuecheng ran over excitedly to see who was driving the car.

Local tycoon.

When Mo Huasong pressed down the car window, Feng Xuecheng was shocked: "Liar, how could it be you?"

Feng Xuecheng's face turned green. He used to call Mo Huasong a poor liar, but now Mo Huasong got a luxury car like this and slapped him in the face.

"Hello, Mr. Mo." When the security guards saw Mo Huasong, they immediately ran over and saluted respectfully, without even daring to take a breath.

"Go away a little bit, silly. You don't want to hit my car." Mo Huasong rolled his eyes at Feng Xuecheng and drove away.

"I'll go, does it matter if you have money? Damn it." Feng Xuecheng jumped up angrily.

The security guard secretly sweated after hearing this. Just now Feng Xuecheng told them, the security guards, that he was very rich and very impressive.

When the security guard was about to leave, Feng Xuecheng hurriedly pulled the security guard's arm: "Security guard, who is Mr. Mo? Last time he said he was the owner of Xianhe No. 1."

"Mr. Mo is the owner of Xianhe No. 1. Please speak softly, otherwise you won't know how you died." Seeing that Feng Xuecheng had just scolded Mo Huasong, the security guard was so frightened that he hurriedly walked away.

The Lin family has made it clear that Mr. Mo must not be offended, otherwise he will be dead.

Mo Huasong didn't care about all that and drove directly to Zhanhai University.

This time he didn't meet Pang Xiaopei, which saved him a lot of trouble.

In the open space outside the Chinese Department classroom, Jia Weiqiang pointed to the BMW x5 next to him and smiled at the students next to him: "Look, my car is a BMW 5 Series. It's amazing, it costs more than one million.
Chapter completed!