The next day.

Qin Mo, who spent a pleasant and fulfilling night in Nalan's snow room, left the room with her clothes under her urging.

Tong Xiaoxiao has returned, and the thin-skinned Nalan Bingxue doesn't want her and Qin Mo to be discovered by her cousin.

"Oh, I'll throw it away after using it, merciless."

Seeing Nalan Bingxue hurriedly pushing herself out of the room and locking the door directly, Qin Mo shook his head and returned to his room.

After taking a shower, he put on his clothes. Qin Mo, who had just finished breakfast, received a call from Qin Shuimo and asked him to meet at the Wanlong International Hotel in Jiangcheng City.

"What's the matter with me?"

Thinking of Qin Shuimo's previous times, he was all about conquering him, and hoped that Qin Mo would serve her.

However, after the last time, Qin Shuimo, who had learned about Qin Mo's identity as the Demon Lord, naturally would no longer have such unrealistic fantasies.

Without thinking too much, Qin Mo had nothing to do, so he simply went to the appointment.

At noon, Bandung International Hotel, a high-end private room.

Qin Mo looked around and looked at the luxuriously decorated and elegantly decorated private rooms. He didn't mean to be polite. He sat directly on the main seat and crossed his legs.

Looking at Qin Shuimo opposite, Qin Mo smiled and said, "It will cost a lot of money to book such a private room. If you have any questions, please ask me?"

"See what you said, if you are asking for anything, you can't invite you to dinner. We are people who have experienced difficulties and hardships together. There is no foundation for this emotional foundation."

A smile flashed in Qin Shuimo's eyes and said in a sweet voice.

"Don't, I don't know you yet. You are a genius who will not enter the Three Treasure Hall for nothing. If you have something to say, don't disturb me to eat."

Qin Mo smiled and said, "When I was having a meal, I had a little bad hearing. Don't blame me for not hearing you."

The meaning of this is very obvious. If Qin Shuimo refuses to say the purpose of her invitation to Qin Mo, even if she wants to say it later, Qin Mo will not want to hear it.

"You wait..."

Qin Shuimo bit her lip, but she didn't dare to refute Qin Mo. She stood up and walked out of the box.

Qin Mo poured himself a cup of tea and waited leisurely to taste the tea.

After a while, Qin Shuimo returned, and a young man with his head down was following behind him.

Qin Mingze!

"Oh, isn't this the second young master of the Qin family? This is a noble man. What wind has blown you."

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows, and there was no surprise on his face, but he deliberately teased Qin Mingze.

"Qin Mo...Are you kidding me? I am nobody? In front of you, I am a younger brother at best, don't take me seriously."

Qin Mingze was swaying very low, and was about to express his prepared words, but Qin Mo had already stood up and walked towards the door.

"Qin Mo...you wait."

Qin Shuimo catches up with Qin Mo.

"Sorry, I don't want to sit with someone I don't like for dinner. He is the second son of the Qin family. I have a low status and can't afford to climb."

Qin Mo shrugged and said sneered.

"What are you going to do if you are going to climb high or not? If you want to climb high, our Qin family is going to climb high or not!"

After Qin Shuimo explained, he quickly winked at Qin Mingze behind him.

"Qin...Mr. Qin, I'm here to apologize."

Qin Mingze did not dare to call Qin Mo's name directly, swallowed a saliva, and bowed and said, "I had offended many times in the past. I hope this meal can turn us into jade."

"Haha, I want me to forgive you for a meal?"

Qin Mo smiled coldly and said, "Do you think I am such a tolerant person? Why don't you ask your elder brother to see if he agrees with you."

Speaking of Qin Changfeng, Qin Mingze was in a cold war and almost was scared by Qin Mo.

Qin Changfeng's meridians are now broken and he has become a waste. Now he is lying on the hospital bed and relying on decoctions to maintain his life all day.

"Plop!"

With a muffled sound, Qin Mingze, who could not bear the huge pressure in his heart, knelt on the ground and cried bitterly: "Mr. Qin, I really know that I was wrong. I used to treat you badly. It was all the bastard Qin Changfeng who encouraged me. I apologize to you and sincerely apologize."

Seeing that Qin Mo was still indifferent, Qin Mingze gritted his teeth and said, "I will get up whenever you forgive me. If you don't forgive me, I will kneel down for a long time!"

"Okay, then you just kneel down."

Qin Mo spread his hands, smiled slightly, ignored Qin Mingze's bitter tricks, and continued to walk out the door, and was about to leave the private room.

"Mr. Qin stay!"

Qin Mingze shouted.

Cold sweat gathered on his forehead, Qin Mingze gritted his teeth, and a trace of decisiveness flashed in his eyes.

He knew that if he missed this opportunity, Qin Shuimo might not be able to invite Qin Mo out next time. At that time, he would be countless times more difficult to obtain Qin Mo's understanding than now.

Thinking of Qin Changfeng's tragic situation, Jiang Wenxian's death, and the Long family that was almost wiped out, Qin Mingze dared to have any celebration with Qin Mo.

"Is there something wrong?"

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows and looked at Qin Mingze, who seemed to be struggling violently in his heart, asked coldly.

Qin Mingze gritted his teeth and picked up the knife directly from the dining table. A ruthless look flashed in his eyes. He placed his palm on the table and waved it with a knife without any mercy!

"Click!"

The blade penetrated directly through the table, cut off a corner of the table, and cut off Qin Mingze's little finger!

Blood thrust out, Qin Mingze groaned without treating his wound, faced Qin Mo and kowtowed, "Mr. Qin, I offended you before, but now I sincerely repent to you. I hope you can forgive me and give me a chance to be a new person."

"Brother... bandage the wound quickly."

Qin Shuimo was startled and quickly pulled off a piece of curtain and was about to bandage the wound on Qin Mingze's hand, but Qin Mingze pushed it away.

"Mr. Qin..."

Qin Mingze shouted again, his eyes showing a moving luster.

"Haha, you're doing well, get up."

Qin Mo, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke and raised his hand to Qin Mingze who was kneeling on the ground.

"Thank you, Mr. Qin!"

Qin Mingze breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and didn't bother to deal with his wounds. He clasped his fists and said, "Mr. Qin is generous and the villain is grateful. If there is any place in need of a villain in the future, just speak."

He was delighted from the bottom of his heart, although in order to apologize, he cut off one of his little fingers.

But compared to life, what does a finger count?

Looking at the tragedy that happened before him, Qin Mingze finally understood a truth: Never go against Qin Mo!
Chapter completed!