Chapter 1022
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Listen to me, this drama looks like this..." The international director is really a drama idiot, and he started to speak English when he was excited, and finally he seemed to realize something, and said to Bo Jiu: "Ah, I forgot Speak Chinese, let me say it again. "
Bo Jiu: ...
An Yinghou covered her mouth and smiled, after all, Jiu's expression of helplessness and wanting to say something was so cute.
I really want to reach out and pinch that white, tender and clean little face.
Why is it not her son?
But it's okay, if you marry someone in, it's her family's.
But Mo'er, she was a little worried.
She has never seen her son be so attached to anyone, and she doesn't know whether it is good or not...
The night outside the window darkened a bit.
Qin's study.
Qin Mo's eyes were so deep that no one could see the slightest warmth: "You mean she has been preparing to go abroad recently."
"Yes, master." The special soldier slid through the information found on the computer, and said in a calm voice, "And I found that this young master is very smart. Although he is a high school student and plays e-sports on the surface, he has many things. Participating, even Fu Zhongyi, his father, was tricked by him."
Qin Mo's tone was very light: "It's bloody to take back what others have stolen. Fu Zhongyi deserves to be tricked."
Special soldier: ...cough cough, why did he forget, the young master is now obsessed with a certain boy and can't help himself, his wording should be better.
"Jiu Shao's father is indeed nothing. He said that he has prepared some dirty information about Jiu Shao, and it will be revealed at the shareholders' meeting, just to get the company into his hands."
When Qin Mo heard this, he tapped his finger on the table: "What black material?"
"The picture of Young Master Nine's confession to the man before." The special soldier didn't want to talk about this, after all, the boss was really not in a good mood.
Sure enough, there was the sound of a lighter, followed by a voice without warmth: "Who provided these photos, ask them to come out and talk."
The special forces know what the general young masters say, and they are basically not too friendly.
"What else did you find?" Qin Mo originally wanted to smoke, but when he turned his head to light it, he seemed to remember something, frowned, and threw the silver-white lighter back on the desk.
Special forces do not understand, the rest?
"there is none left."
Qin Mo raised his eyes: "Is she related to Hoshino?"
"No." The special soldier said with certainty. After all, the boss has said from the very beginning that this is the most important direction of investigation: "The two seem to have nothing to do with each other."
It doesn't matter.
The better it is hidden, the more it means the relationship is deep.
Hoshino Kazu should be the bamboo horse that guy said.
Qin Mo had never cared so much about the intersection when he was a child.
Especially when that guy was sleeping, he was still chanting the other person's name.
Qin Mo's fingers froze, and his eyes were cold: "Why is she preparing to go abroad? The reason."
"I've checked the reason. It's very strange. Jiu Shao's mother doesn't seem to know that Jiu Shao has plans to go abroad." The last sentence is something special soldiers don't say easily.
But Qin Mo's eyes suddenly deepened: "You mean you don't even know about He Honghua?"
"Yes." The special soldier glanced at the display on the information again.
Qin Mo's voice was deeper and colder than before: "Then how many days does she plan to stay abroad?"
"This..." The special soldier hesitated for a while before saying, "Ninth Young Master didn't book a return ticket, it should be because the return date is still undecided."
Undecided return date?
When Qin Mo heard this word, the temperature of Qin Mo's whole body seemed to be sucked away. When that voice reached the ears of the special forces through the mobile phone, there was a feeling of falling into the ice pool: "She It's not that she didn't book a return ticket, but she didn't intend to come back at all."
The special forces paused, what does boss mean? When I wanted to ask something, the line had already been closed over there, and I could vaguely hear the sound of something being thrown out.
The entire study room went dark following the sound.
One of Qin Mo's wrists was still tied with a white bandage, which made him look different from usual, and his abstinence brought out an indifference that resisted others for thousands of miles.
up until now.
That guy never thought about having a future with him.
Even at this point, it's the same.
Qin Mo sat there with his broken hair covering him, the corners of his mouth curled up, but there was no trace of a smile.
My wrist hurts a bit.
He didn't seem to feel it.
It wasn't until Aunt Zhang came in that she saw the crumbling white cloth and exclaimed, "Master, your hand!"
Qin Mo glanced sideways, stretched out his hand, and pulled the white cloth back to its original position, then tightened his voice, "Is there something wrong?"
Aunt Zhang sensed the chill on her young master's body, and didn't know what happened. She came over and picked up the phone, and put it on the table: "Madam asked me to come in and tell young master that dinner is ready, and Young Master Jiu is here."
"I know." Qin Mo seemed to be a little absent-minded, and only said that he knew, and there was nothing more to say.
But Aunt Zhang paused when her eyes swept across the table: "Didn't the young master put this mask on the coffee table outside? Why is there one here?"
Qin Mo frowned: "The coffee table outside?"
"Yeah, I just put it away for the young master, doesn't the young master like this mask very much?"
Aunt Zhang was right, Qin Mo really liked this mask, not because it had anything special, but because this mask was given to him by someone, so Qin Mo was a special treasure.
Naturally, it can't compare to the electronic USB flash drive, but basically he will put away anything that Bo Jiu gave to Qin Mo, even if it is a black mask.
It's just that Qin Mo remembers very clearly that this mask has been kept in his study all the time and has never been taken out.
So what happened to the one that Aunt Zhang looked at?
Qin Mo narrowed his eyes: "Aunt Zhang, where did you keep the mask?"
"It's over there at the coffee table, the young master didn't take it?" Aunt Zhang was still incredulous.
Qin Mo had already stood up, paced towards the living room, and settled in the direction of the coffee table. His figure was very slender, even though his wrists were still wrapped with bungee straps, but the whiter he was, the more It made Qin Mo look like a sick prince, so handsome that it made people feel pity.
"Here?" Qin Mo asked Aunt Zhang.
Aunt Zhang nodded and said, "It's in the small square under the coffee table."
Hearing this, Qin Mo stretched out his hand, opened the hidden compartment, and then moved his slender fingers, and another mask appeared in his palm in astonishment.
This... Aunt Zhang looked at the mask Qin Mo was holding, and then at the one she took out, and said, "These are two masks, why are they so different?"
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Listen to me, this drama looks like this..." The international director is really a drama idiot, and he started to speak English when he was excited, and finally he seemed to realize something, and said to Bo Jiu: "Ah, I forgot Speak Chinese, let me say it again. "
Bo Jiu: ...
An Yinghou covered her mouth and smiled, after all, Jiu's expression of helplessness and wanting to say something was so cute.
I really want to reach out and pinch that white, tender and clean little face.
Why is it not her son?
But it's okay, if you marry someone in, it's her family's.
But Mo'er, she was a little worried.
She has never seen her son be so attached to anyone, and she doesn't know whether it is good or not...
The night outside the window darkened a bit.
Qin's study.
Qin Mo's eyes were so deep that no one could see the slightest warmth: "You mean she has been preparing to go abroad recently."
"Yes, master." The special soldier slid through the information found on the computer, and said in a calm voice, "And I found that this young master is very smart. Although he is a high school student and plays e-sports on the surface, he has many things. Participating, even Fu Zhongyi, his father, was tricked by him."
Qin Mo's tone was very light: "It's bloody to take back what others have stolen. Fu Zhongyi deserves to be tricked."
Special soldier: ...cough cough, why did he forget, the young master is now obsessed with a certain boy and can't help himself, his wording should be better.
"Jiu Shao's father is indeed nothing. He said that he has prepared some dirty information about Jiu Shao, and it will be revealed at the shareholders' meeting, just to get the company into his hands."
When Qin Mo heard this, he tapped his finger on the table: "What black material?"
"The picture of Young Master Nine's confession to the man before." The special soldier didn't want to talk about this, after all, the boss was really not in a good mood.
Sure enough, there was the sound of a lighter, followed by a voice without warmth: "Who provided these photos, ask them to come out and talk."
The special forces know what the general young masters say, and they are basically not too friendly.
"What else did you find?" Qin Mo originally wanted to smoke, but when he turned his head to light it, he seemed to remember something, frowned, and threw the silver-white lighter back on the desk.
Special forces do not understand, the rest?
"there is none left."
Qin Mo raised his eyes: "Is she related to Hoshino?"
"No." The special soldier said with certainty. After all, the boss has said from the very beginning that this is the most important direction of investigation: "The two seem to have nothing to do with each other."
It doesn't matter.
The better it is hidden, the more it means the relationship is deep.
Hoshino Kazu should be the bamboo horse that guy said.
Qin Mo had never cared so much about the intersection when he was a child.
Especially when that guy was sleeping, he was still chanting the other person's name.
Qin Mo's fingers froze, and his eyes were cold: "Why is she preparing to go abroad? The reason."
"I've checked the reason. It's very strange. Jiu Shao's mother doesn't seem to know that Jiu Shao has plans to go abroad." The last sentence is something special soldiers don't say easily.
But Qin Mo's eyes suddenly deepened: "You mean you don't even know about He Honghua?"
"Yes." The special soldier glanced at the display on the information again.
Qin Mo's voice was deeper and colder than before: "Then how many days does she plan to stay abroad?"
"This..." The special soldier hesitated for a while before saying, "Ninth Young Master didn't book a return ticket, it should be because the return date is still undecided."
Undecided return date?
When Qin Mo heard this word, the temperature of Qin Mo's whole body seemed to be sucked away. When that voice reached the ears of the special forces through the mobile phone, there was a feeling of falling into the ice pool: "She It's not that she didn't book a return ticket, but she didn't intend to come back at all."
The special forces paused, what does boss mean? When I wanted to ask something, the line had already been closed over there, and I could vaguely hear the sound of something being thrown out.
The entire study room went dark following the sound.
One of Qin Mo's wrists was still tied with a white bandage, which made him look different from usual, and his abstinence brought out an indifference that resisted others for thousands of miles.
up until now.
That guy never thought about having a future with him.
Even at this point, it's the same.
Qin Mo sat there with his broken hair covering him, the corners of his mouth curled up, but there was no trace of a smile.
My wrist hurts a bit.
He didn't seem to feel it.
It wasn't until Aunt Zhang came in that she saw the crumbling white cloth and exclaimed, "Master, your hand!"
Qin Mo glanced sideways, stretched out his hand, and pulled the white cloth back to its original position, then tightened his voice, "Is there something wrong?"
Aunt Zhang sensed the chill on her young master's body, and didn't know what happened. She came over and picked up the phone, and put it on the table: "Madam asked me to come in and tell young master that dinner is ready, and Young Master Jiu is here."
"I know." Qin Mo seemed to be a little absent-minded, and only said that he knew, and there was nothing more to say.
But Aunt Zhang paused when her eyes swept across the table: "Didn't the young master put this mask on the coffee table outside? Why is there one here?"
Qin Mo frowned: "The coffee table outside?"
"Yeah, I just put it away for the young master, doesn't the young master like this mask very much?"
Aunt Zhang was right, Qin Mo really liked this mask, not because it had anything special, but because this mask was given to him by someone, so Qin Mo was a special treasure.
Naturally, it can't compare to the electronic USB flash drive, but basically he will put away anything that Bo Jiu gave to Qin Mo, even if it is a black mask.
It's just that Qin Mo remembers very clearly that this mask has been kept in his study all the time and has never been taken out.
So what happened to the one that Aunt Zhang looked at?
Qin Mo narrowed his eyes: "Aunt Zhang, where did you keep the mask?"
"It's over there at the coffee table, the young master didn't take it?" Aunt Zhang was still incredulous.
Qin Mo had already stood up, paced towards the living room, and settled in the direction of the coffee table. His figure was very slender, even though his wrists were still wrapped with bungee straps, but the whiter he was, the more It made Qin Mo look like a sick prince, so handsome that it made people feel pity.
"Here?" Qin Mo asked Aunt Zhang.
Aunt Zhang nodded and said, "It's in the small square under the coffee table."
Hearing this, Qin Mo stretched out his hand, opened the hidden compartment, and then moved his slender fingers, and another mask appeared in his palm in astonishment.
This... Aunt Zhang looked at the mask Qin Mo was holding, and then at the one she took out, and said, "These are two masks, why are they so different?"
Listen to me, this drama looks like this..." The international director is really a drama idiot, and he started to speak English when he was excited, and finally he seemed to realize something, and said to Bo Jiu: "Ah, I forgot Speak Chinese, let me say it again. "Bo Jiu: ...An Yinghou covered her mouth and smiled, after all, Jiu's expression of helplessness and wanting to say something was so cute.I really want to reach out and pinch that white, tender and clean little face.Why is it not her son?But it's okay, if you marry someone in, it's her family's.But Mo'er, she was a little worried.She has never seen her son be so attached to anyone, and she doesn't know whether it is good or not...The night outside the window darkened a bit.Qin's study.Qin Mo's eyes were so deep that no one could see the slightest warmth: "You mean she has been preparing to go abroad recently.""Yes, master." The special soldier slid through the information found on the computer, and said in a calm voice, "And I found that this young master is very smart. Although he is a high school student and plays e-sports on the surface, he has many things. Participating, even Fu Zhongyi, his father, was tricked by him."Qin Mo's tone was very light: "It's bloody to take back what others have stolen. Fu Zhongyi deserves to be tricked."Special soldier: ...cough cough, why did he forget, the young master is now obsessed with a certain boy and can't help himself, his wording should be better."Jiu Shao's father is indeed nothing. He said that he has prepared some dirty information about Jiu Shao, and it will be revealed at the shareholders' meeting, just to get the company into his hands."When Qin Mo heard this, he tapped his finger on the table: "What black material?""The picture of Young Master Nine's confession to the man before." The special soldier didn't want to talk about this, after all, the boss was really not in a good mood.Sure enough, there was the sound of a lighter, followed by a voice without warmth: "Who provided these photos, ask them to come out and talk."The special forces know what the general young masters say, and they are basically not too friendly."What else did you find?" Qin Mo originally wanted to smoke, but when he turned his head to light it, he seemed to remember something, frowned, and threw the silver-white lighter back on the desk.Special forces do not understand, the rest?"there is none left."Qin Mo raised his eyes: "Is she related to Hoshino?""No." The special soldier said with certainty. After all, the boss has said from the very beginning that this is the most important direction of investigation: "The two seem to have nothing to do with each other."It doesn't matter.The better it is hidden, the more it means the relationship is deep.Hoshino Kazu should be the bamboo horse that guy said.Qin Mo had never cared so much about the intersection when he was a child.Especially when that guy was sleeping, he was still chanting the other person's name.Qin Mo's fingers froze, and his eyes were cold: "Why is she preparing to go abroad? The reason.""I've checked the reason. It's very strange. Jiu Shao's mother doesn't seem to know that Jiu Shao has plans to go abroad." The last sentence is something special soldiers don't say easily.But Qin Mo's eyes suddenly deepened: "You mean you don't even know about He Honghua?""Yes." The special soldier glanced at the display on the information again.Qin Mo's voice was deeper and colder than before: "Then how many days does she plan to stay abroad?""This..." The special soldier hesitated for a while before saying, "Ninth Young Master didn't book a return ticket, it should be because the return date is still undecided."Undecided return date?When Qin Mo heard this word, the temperature of Qin Mo's whole body seemed to be sucked away. When that voice reached the ears of the special forces through the mobile phone, there was a feeling of falling into the ice pool: "She It's not that she didn't book a return ticket, but she didn't intend to come back at all."The special forces paused, what does boss mean? When I wanted to ask something, the line had already been closed over there, and I could vaguely hear the sound of something being thrown out.The entire study room went dark following the sound.One of Qin Mo's wrists was still tied with a white bandage, which made him look different from usual, and his abstinence brought out an indifference that resisted others for thousands of miles.up until now.That guy never thought about having a future with him.Even at this point, it's the same.Qin Mo sat there with his broken hair covering him, the corners of his mouth curled up, but there was no trace of a smile.My wrist hurts a bit.He didn't seem to feel it.It wasn't until Aunt Zhang came in that she saw the crumbling white cloth and exclaimed, "Master, your hand!"Qin Mo glanced sideways, stretched out his hand, and pulled the white cloth back to its original position, then tightened his voice, "Is there something wrong?"Aunt Zhang sensed the chill on her young master's body, and didn't know what happened. She came over and picked up the phone, and put it on the table: "Madam asked me to come in and tell young master that dinner is ready, and Young Master Jiu is here.""I know." Qin Mo seemed to be a little absent-minded, and only said that he knew, and there was nothing more to say.But Aunt Zhang paused when her eyes swept across the table: "Didn't the young master put this mask on the coffee table outside? Why is there one here?"Qin Mo frowned: "The coffee table outside?""Yeah, I just put it away for the young master, doesn't the young master like this mask very much?"Aunt Zhang was right, Qin Mo really liked this mask, not because it had anything special, but because this mask was given to him by someone, so Qin Mo was a special treasure.Naturally, it can't compare to the electronic USB flash drive, but basically he will put away anything that Bo Jiu gave to Qin Mo, even if it is a black mask.It's just that Qin Mo remembers very clearly that this mask has been kept in his study all the time and has never been taken out.So what happened to the one that Aunt Zhang looked at?Qin Mo narrowed his eyes: "Aunt Zhang, where did you keep the mask?""It's over there at the coffee table, the young master didn't take it?" Aunt Zhang was still incredulous.Qin Mo had already stood up, paced towards the living room, and settled in the direction of the coffee table. His figure was very slender, even though his wrists were still wrapped with bungee straps, but the whiter he was, the more It made Qin Mo look like a sick prince, so handsome that it made people feel pity."Here?" Qin Mo asked Aunt Zhang.Aunt Zhang nodded and said, "It's in the small square under the coffee table."Hearing this, Qin Mo stretched out his hand, opened the hidden compartment, and then moved his slender fingers, and another mask appeared in his palm in astonishment.This... Aunt Zhang looked at the mask Qin Mo was holding, and then at the one she took out, and said, "These are two masks, why are they so different?"
