You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

Back at the hotel, Mo Mengchen didn't plan to go out, and Barkley and others seemed to want to sweep Boston's nightclubs while they were winning, which was stopped by Frauss.

"I hope you will stay in the hotel tonight and don't go anywhere."

He said so, what else can people do? Only obey.

Mo Mengchen cooked noodles in the hotel, and then talked to Medela.

She reported on the recent development of various projects, which can basically be said to proceed steadily, and Mo Mengchen was not worried.

"So, what about the pre-sale of "This is Detroit"?"

"This is Detroit" is Mo Mengchen's second solo album. The main song will be released in mid-February, which is the day of the All-Star Weekend.

For this album, Mo Mengchen is pouring a lot of effort, because he has tasted the sweetness.

If this album can maintain the quality of the previous album, the Grammys in October will be his harvest season, and the attributes will hit the face with 100,000 to 100,000. This kind of happiness is not a game or a surgery. owned.

These days, Mo Mengchen has done some simple achievements while playing games and performing surgery. The cumulative score of attributes has reached 30,000, but he has tried to spend 200,000 attribute points in one breath. Attached importance.

These attributes are left idle by him and will be used together until the end of the season.

"Conservative calculations, at least 8 million copies can be sold, if word of mouth can ferment, it is unimaginable."

Medela’s remarks weren’t bragging. Mo Mengchen’s first chapter album sold 18 million scary albums under publicity. This time he announced his identity, signed a contract with the company, and played many advertisements in advance. It can be said that it has attracted much attention.

"Are you going to sing a song by then?"

"Who is speaking?"

Medela was shocked.

"It's me, Grant Hill." Duke said with confidence. "Amel, you should remember me. I had Thanksgiving last time at the Garryton Apartment."

Medela was shocked: "It is the culprit who led female fans to attack the boss at home?"

Hill's face was blue and white: "Did you tell me that?"

"Uh... when I didn't say, bye."

Realizing that the wordless Medela hung up the phone quickly, Mo Mengchen wanted to find her without any trouble.

But he saw Hill staring at him with a sullen face, "Is that what you said about me behind your back?"

You misunderstood this, and I said that to you in person.

"Do you think I am such a person?" I really am. Mo Mengchen looked at him sincerely.

Hill was furious: "You are shameless, you jerk, you defile me!"

"Why am I so shameless, how do you **** off you?"

"You are shameless, **** is slandering me!"

Endless?

Mo Mengchen said aggressively: "Yes, I just slandered you, how?"

"How can you do this!?" Hill was very sad.

"Otherwise what else can I do? If it weren't for you that day, we wouldn't have stayed at her house for so long, nor would you leave the **** necklace in her house, nor would she find a reason to come to my house when I kissed me in front of my girlfriend. Who do you blame?" Mo Mengchen took a lot of effort (to blame Hill all on) to coax Ephraim.

Since then, Ephraim's view of Hill has changed a bit.

"Can you have me miserable? Do you know how much effort I have put in to make Tamia believe that I have no covetment for that woman?"

"Ali Xie looks so beautiful, so hot body, you actually have no coveted heart for her?" Mo Mengchen was surprised, "Are you a man?"

Mo Mengchen's channel jumped too fast, and it was difficult for Hill to keep up. He stayed for a while before saying, "I am a man, but I am loyal to Tamia, and I am not like you!"

"If you say that, I can only find a way to faint you and then find those hungry middle-aged women who stared at you and tied you up and raped them a hundred times."

So vicious, Hilton took a few steps back.

"You pervert!"

"Scared?"

"leave me alone!"

Devil Mountain seemed to be really worried that Mo Mengchen fainted him and quickly fled the room.

Mo Mengchen was finally clean.

After only three seconds of cleansing, Pollard kicked open the door of the room, as if a middle-aged woman wanted to tie him up and raped him a hundred times and ran in.

However, according to his aesthetic, if a middle-aged woman does this, he is afraid that he will throw off the cap-like hairstyle?

"Dad, save me!"

Pollard shouted.

Mo Mengchen saw Barkley holding scissors and a sly smile on the face of Yoshimura Zhuo, and knew what he wanted to do.

"Scott, I'm doing it for you. No woman likes your hairstyle." Buckley said kindly.

Pollard said stiffly: "I don't need women who don't have an artistic cell to like me!"

"Don't be hard-mouthed, wait for me to cut off your bird hair, you will know how stupid this hairstyle is!"

Barkley was ready to go with the scissors.

"To prevent injuries, I suggest you don't struggle." Mo Mengchen kindly persuaded.

If the saying goes well, if you can't resist, you can pose and enjoy it.

Listen to my dad, cut your **** bird hair, Scott!

Pollard, even though he would never die, could hardly stop the will of Mo Mengchen and Buckley.

At the back, Mo Mengchen became Buckley's accomplice, controlling Pollard's hands from behind.

Pollard humiliatedly watched Barkley cut off his beloved "duck tongue" hair.

"Do not!!"

"I hate you!" Pollard humiliated on the bed, drooling and crying.

This is my **** bed!

Mo Mengchen's eyes were fixed on the scissors in Barkley's hand, considering whether to use this opportunity to cut Pollard into the Mediterranean, so that he should have some time not to toss his hair style, and also revenge for his bed linen, Kill two birds with one stone.

"Chuck, there is a beautiful woman taking a shower in the building next door, and you can see it all!"

Jerome Williams ran over to cry with excitement.

"Cut, isn't it just a woman taking a bath? Your unruly **** have seriously affected our image in the eyes of women..."

"She has a big breast!"

"Big breast..." Buckley gritted his teeth.

Mo Mengchen stared at him with a smile.

Pretend, you pretend to me.

"And a big ass!" Williams' second conditional impressed Barkley completely.

Buckley pulled Pollard, who was still tearing: "What the **** are you doing, take out your telescope!"

"Mo, don't you come?" Buckley asked.

"I?"

Mo Mengchen refused in a cold manner, and he must maintain his compulsion. Although there is a little bit of movement, isn't he just a woman with a good figure taking a shower? What catches your eyes?

"JD said she looks like Sophie Marceau!" Williams received the latest information.

Sophie Marceau...

Mo Mengchen looked down at his legs moving forward.

Ugh? Ugh? How can I not control my feet?

In Dumas's room, all the Pistons players assembled.

The entire balcony was full of people, and some inferior people could only listen to others in the room.

"This **** chest looks like a cherry!"

"Is this **** fake?"

"Look at her thigh, it's true!"

"How come you are so pretty?"

Mo Mengchen does not need any telescope. Even if he is 100 meters apart, he is as if he is in front of him in his eyes. He was shocked by his own vision again and again.

"JD, this is Sophie Marceau you said?" Mo Mengchen could not bear it.

No matter how blind you are, you can't think of papi sauce as Sophie Marceau?

Dumas said shyly: "White women look almost the same in my eyes."

insult! An absolute insult!

She actually feels that Sophie Marceau has a popular face among white women?

"Not good~www.wuxiaspot.com~ She found us!"

Houston yelled.

"She is saying hello to us!"

"Oh, so open woman!"

"Who is she greeting?"

"Me, is this easy to say?"

The boring people began to argue over who greeted her, and Mo Mengchen regretted not seeing a civilian version of Sophie Marceau.

As for who the woman was saying hello to, he had no time to care.

What's so good about such a boring thing? All of them are adults, all of them are millionaires with an annual salary.

The answer is obvious, of course, saying hello to me!

Mo Mengchen thought so and strode out of the room.