After the rebirth I married my nemesis

Chapter 1430 Mo Nianjun said calmly, "Or is it that the Earl is already a vegetarian?"

Late at night in Paris, the lights are bright, charming, and romantic.

In the office of the president of Purcell Group, a man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, with his hands in his pockets, overlooking the city...

The man sitting on the leather chair, looking at his thin and depressed back, frowned and said: "You shouldn't just appear in front of him like this, it's too easy to arouse suspicion!"

"What do you suspect?" The voice range that was not deliberately lowered was like his face, which easily gave people the illusion that he was a woman.

"Allow……"

"Don't call me that name!" He suddenly turned around and yelled, his beautiful eyes were full of coldness, "She died in that fire a long time ago."

"OK! So what do you want to do next?"

He hooked his thin lips and smiled coldly, "Didn't you always want to cooperate with the Bradford family?"

……

bar.

The deafening electronic music, the colorful lights that flash alternately, and the men and women shaking their bodies, everything looks so depraved and beautiful.

There was only one man sitting at the bar, drinking quietly, which was out of place in such an environment.

"Hi, we meet again!" The blond beauty rushed over and put her arms around his shoulders, rubbing against his arm!

Mo Nianjun smiled at her sideways and raised his glass.

She asked the bartender for a glass of wine to toast Mo Nianjun.

The whole person twisted and turned excitedly, leaning against him from time to time.

Mo Nianjun leaned over to her ear and whispered a few words.

She nodded and followed him out of the bar.

As soon as she walked out of the bar, she put her arms around Mo Nianjun's arm, "Handsome guy, where are we going?"

Mo Nianjun grabbed her wrist, turned and walked into the alley next to her, and pushed her against the wall...

"What do you say?"

With one hand propped against the wall, the tip of the nose is close to her when she lowers her head, her breath is compatible.

The woman's cheeks blushed uncontrollably, and she tiptoed to kiss his lips.

He tilted his head, his lips pressed against his face, sticky with lipstick.

"Why?" The woman put her arms around his neck, dissatisfied.

Mo Nianjun took her hand, and curled his thin lips lightly, "The daughter of the Bradford family, don't prepare a few lives, how dare I touch it!"

Her name is Ann Bradford, the daughter of the Bradford family, and Ellen's companion at the reception that day!

Ann laughed, "You are not only handsome but also very funny."

"Thank you princess for the compliment!" Mo Nianjun's hoarse voice sounded slowly, and his breath seemed to spray on her cheeks unintentionally, "I think it's time for me to send you back."

"Then shall we meet again?" Ann asked expectantly.

"As long as the princess still wants to see me!" He said.

"Okay, then I will allow you to take me home tonight!" An took his arm and followed him out of the alley.

Before he reached the side of the road, several men suddenly surrounded him, looking at Mo Nianjun with vigilance, but looking at An with awe.

"Princess An, you should go back." A contemptuous voice came from the dark night.

Mo Nianjun turned his head and saw Alan sitting in the front of the car under the moonlight, with a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, his expression unchanged for years.

An didn't even look at him, but looked sideways at Mo Nianjun, "You said we would meet again, don't lie to me!"

"How dare I lie to Your Highness the Princess?" Mo Nianjun took her hand and kissed her lightly.

An smiled like a little girl in love, her eyes were full of shyness, "I'm looking forward to our next meeting!"

After speaking, he left with his bodyguard.

After Mo Nianjun watched her leave, he also prepared to leave.

As soon as he took a step, he heard a casual voice, "Are you interested in Ann Bradford, or is the Purcell Group interested in Bradford?
Mo Nianjun paused, brown eyes shot at him, sharp as if trying to see through him.

Thin lips pursed out only three words: "Is there a difference?"

Allen took a puff of cigarette and pulled the corners of his lips, "Bradford never intermarries with outsiders, let alone you are a foreigner."

The Bradford family is the oldest and most low-key family in France. No one knows how rich this family is, and no one knows how many members this family has.

Because they never intermarry with the outside world, the family bank is all their own people.

"However, the Bradford family has started to communicate with the outside world in the past few years. It is obvious that intermarriage is no longer feasible, otherwise, how could the Earl be interested in her?" Mo Nianjun's deep voice sounded unhurriedly, with great certainty.

Allen's blue pupils tightened, "So, are you going to argue with me?"

Mo Nianjun lowered his head and smiled, took out the cigarette case from his pocket and lit one, holding the cigarette butt between his slender fingers, puffing out clouds from his red lips, disdain appeared in his slightly narrowed eyes.

"My fair lady and gentlemen are so good, each depends on his ability!"

His car was parked behind Alan's car, and he walked over, passing Alan's car.

Allen clasped his wrist and pushed him against the front of the car, and smelled a faint fragrance when he lowered his head.

Doesn't smell like cologne.

He didn't even know why he swallowed the words that had reached his lips, and asked, "Are you from country M?"

Mo Nianjun was still holding a cigarette in his hand, and stuck to the front of the car from his waist up, maintaining a uncomfortable posture, but his face was calm, and he didn't even frown.

"National Z."

Allen's Adam's apple slipped, and he didn't know why he felt a sense of loss when he said he was from country Z.

"It looks like a person from M country."

There is basically no difference between people from country Z and people from country M in terms of body shape and skin color.

Mo Nianjun's thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and his thin lips curled slightly, "Is there any special reason why the Earl is so obsessed with Country M?"

Special reason?
Allen lowered his eyes, and a delicate and arrogant face involuntarily appeared in his mind.

That woman is from country M.

"No!" Allen denied, with a look of ferocity in his eyes.

two years.

That woman had been dead for two years, how could I still think of her.

Even because of a strange man.

This is ridiculous!
"Can the Earl let me go?" Mo Nianjun said calmly, "Or is it that the Earl is no longer a vegetarian?"

Allen noticed that her fingertips were a little scarlet, and let go of her hand suddenly, "Does it hurt?"

Mo Nianjun followed his eyes and saw that he was still holding a cigarette butt in his hand, and it was already burned.

The fire burns the skin.

Does it hurt?

She has suffered no matter how painful it is, let alone such a small injury!
He stood up calmly, threw the cigarette butt on the trash can and crushed it.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the burnt black wound on the side of his finger, as if he saw his own heart.

A black hole was burnt in that fire, which could not be filled or warmed by anything in the long years to come.

There is only endless emptiness and bone-chilling cold left.

Allen looked at his lonely back under the moonlight, as if a great sadness enveloped him.

(End of this chapter)