Calculation of thousands of cities

"Bai Qiancheng, you are quite drunk."

Mo Yao calmly gave a definition for the other party.

So drunk that even the sense of taste has disappeared.

Drinking hurts the body. Bai Qiancheng allowed himself to let himself go, but it didn't mean Mo Yao allowed it. When the empty bottles on the table had accumulated to a full table, Mo Yao took the cocktail from Bai Qiancheng's hand.

"You are simply crazy."

"Let me drink!"

Seeing that the other party had taken the wine, Bai Qiancheng anxiously grabbed Mo Yao's shoulders to snatch it back, but the other party only easily restrained Bai Qiancheng, whose reaction power dropped sharply after being drunk.

"Why are you drinking like this? What happened to you in France?"

Mo Yao frowned tightly, looking at the man whose eyes were out of focus.

"..."

However, Bai Qiancheng didn't talk like he used to when he was drunk, but he suddenly froze and shook his head lightly.

Mo Yao's scrutinizing eyes looked at Bai Qiancheng, with erratic emotions in his eyes.

He didn't know why Wen Qi asked Bai Qiancheng to come back in advance. According to Mo Yao's judgment, something unexpected must have happened.

Just as he was thinking, the smell of alcohol suddenly rushed towards Mo Yao.

The man was taken aback, and looked down, only to find that Bai Qiancheng had fallen into his arms, with two strong arms hugging him tightly.

"……sorry Sorry……"

He vaguely heard Bai Qiancheng muttering something, but when Mo Yao listened intently, the other party let go of him again, and then forced a smile.

I have to say that this smile is far-fetched and not good-looking at all.

"Mr. Mo, please take me home, thank you."

This seemed to be the most sober Bai Qiancheng had ever been drunk, and he could still say such polite words. If it were Bai Qiancheng before, he would probably just punch and kick Mo Yao at this time.

The car drove to the neighborhood where Bai Qiancheng's apartment was located. When Mo Yao wanted to help the man get out of the car, Bai Qiancheng subconsciously wanted to refuse, saying that he could walk back.

However, after a while, he seemed to remember the fact that Wen Yu had left his apartment at this time, and stopped in the middle of the words of refusal.

After being in a daze for a while, Bai Qiancheng thanked him slowly: "Then I will trouble Director Mo."

With Mo Yao's support, Bai Qiancheng staggered back home, stood in front of the door, his hand holding the key was shaking violently, he couldn't get it through the door after several attempts, and then he went straight to the door impatiently. knocked on the door.

However, what responded to him was only endless silence.

Mo Yao raised his eyebrows and looked at the man who knocked on the door, took the key from the man's hand and inserted it into the door hole, and then said: "You are so drunk that your mind is confused. Who will help you when you knock on the door?" you drive."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Qiancheng, who was knocking on the door, paused. After a while, helplessness appeared in his brows and eyes, and a sneer was especially clear in the silent environment.

Hearing the other party's sneer, Mo Yao looked at the other party inexplicably, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He turned the key with his slender white fingers, and opened the door of the apartment.

The man seemed to be unable to stand still. After the door was opened, he had been leaning on Mo Yao's back. Without Mo Yao's support, maybe he would have a close contact with the ground in the next second, and then fell to the ground and couldn't get up. Fall asleep like this.

Putting the man on the bed, Mo Yao immediately took off Bai Qiancheng's suit jacket. The man's body was sweltering with heat from the inside out. The tie got tighter and tighter, and finally made his whole face red from being strangled.

Seeing Bai Qiancheng's antics, Mo Yao couldn't help but chuckled, and helped him untie his tie.

If Bai Qiancheng was alone at home at this time, he might have strangled himself to death for no reason.

Mo Yao then helped Bai Qiancheng take off the shirt inside, but when he caught a glimpse of the other's bare arm, his eyes froze.

Why is his arm wrapped in bandages?

...Bai Qiancheng was injured in France!

Mo Yao's brows furrowed, and his slender fingers subconsciously touched the white bandage with a little blood red.

However, Bai Qiancheng didn't care about Mo Yao's touch, but seemed to be dissatisfied with the restraint of the trousers again, and began to untie the belt clumsily.

Naturally, no matter how hard he tried to untie it, he still failed.

Mo Yao then lifted his index finger to help him untie the belt, and Bai Qiancheng followed Mo Yao's action and took off his trousers, exposing his slightly reddish long legs to the air.

And the conspicuous bandage on the left leg made Mo Yao's pupils dilate again.

After the restraint was removed, Bai Qiancheng quickly fell asleep comfortably and defenselessly in front of Mo Yao.

"...Bai Qiancheng, what happened during the few days you went to France?"

Mo Yao's deep eyes lingered on Bai Qiancheng's body, staring closely at that sleeping face for a long time.

In the end, however, he just chose to leave.

He knew that this injury must not have been caused by Bai Qiancheng in order to sign this case, because a smart man can always tell when to be serious and when to accept it.

And if Bai Qiancheng is willing to tell him, then he will be happy to listen tomorrow, and if Bai Qiancheng is unwilling to speak, he will have no way of interfering.It's just that all this made him curious.

A month was initially set, but only a week later, Wen Qi released Bai Qiancheng back without making a sound. The man who came back still had more than one injury on his body.

Yaoqi is a multinational group with a reputation all over the world, and Wen Qi will not be so stupid as to openly challenge the secretary of the chairman of the group.

Therefore, this injury was not caused by Wen Qi.

Or maybe...they encountered a surprise attack.

Thinking of this, Mo Yao frowned instantly.

Hope it's not what he thinks.

Bai Qiancheng, who had just woken up, felt that he was going to die in agony. The mobile phone woke him up at seven o'clock on time, but he didn't have the strength to get up.

Bai Qiancheng only vaguely remembered that he drank a lot of wine yesterday, but he didn't have the slightest impression of whether he had done any outrageous actions or said any outrageous words.

However, everything had already happened, and there was no use in worrying about it. Bai Qiancheng simply stopped worrying about it, and sat up on the bed with difficulty, but his wandering eyes suddenly glanced at the empty corner beside the bed.

"..."

Bai Qiancheng stared at the empty place for a while, then suddenly remembered that after Wen Yu left, he returned the sofa to the living room.

...I'm not used to it.

God, Bai Qiancheng felt like he was going crazy.

How could he get used to having a fugitive wanted at home in just a few months?

But the empty corner really made Bai Qiancheng more and more unhappy, so he frowned and moved the sofa in the living room back to the bed.

...Well, sure enough, it looks much more pleasing to the eye.

Bai Qiancheng stood where he was satisfied, but nausea suddenly came to his mind. The man's expression changed, and he rushed to the toilet immediately and vomited wildly.

That hateful Mo Yao, won't he stop him when he sees him drinking so much?

Damn it, it was so uncomfortable, Bai Qiancheng swore that he would never drink so much again in the future.

All the wine was vomited out. In the end, there was nothing to vomit, and he began to retch again. Bai Qiancheng was so uncomfortable that he almost died of breath. Fortunately, he finally recovered, so he simply straightened his appearance without any pause. After that, I went straight to Yaoqi.

Press down, don't be late.

The man in the office on the top floor was immersed in his work as usual, and Bai Qiancheng poured coffee for him consciously, but the former stared at him intently after receiving the coffee.

Bai Qiancheng is not a silly child, when he woke up this morning and saw that he was only wearing a pair of boxers, he knew that Mo Yao must have seen his wound.

Let it be, Bai Qiancheng shrugged and looked at Mo Yao: "Is there anything else you need to do, Director Mo?"

"...Do you have anything to say?"

Fortunately, he threw the question directly to Bai Qiancheng.

Bai Qiancheng didn't mind letting Mo Yao know about their surprise attack, but Bai Qiancheng knew in his heart that Wen Qi was very mindful.

But since those people came for Bai Qiancheng from the beginning, of course Wen Qi was not responsible, so Bai Qiancheng was happy to tell Mo Yao.

Those targets are likely to be Yaoqi, he needs to let Mo Yao know about this, so as not to threaten them again.

"...while I was in France, someone shot me and looked like he wanted to kill me."