The Tsundere Lover of the Double-Faced President

"Brother, do you think this time, is it because Feng Changlong really dislikes us and wants to draw a bright line with us?" Lu San'er looked at Mo Yan and asked.

Mo Yan denied, "Master Feng can't do such a stupid thing."

"Brother means..." Lu San'er couldn't believe it, "Is that brat named Feng behind the whole thing?"

"If you want to get rid of us, you don't hesitate to attract the idea of ​​the coast guard. Who else can think of it except his unsound mind?"

"Then what should we do next?" Lu San'er studied the map before, "This land is not within our sphere of influence, and it will be very difficult to insert it? What can you do, brother?"

Mo Yan spit out a word lightly: "Wait!"

The unruffled Mo Yan is even more fascinated by Lu San'er. Lu San'er stubbornly believes that no one and anything in this world can be trusted. Everyone has a purpose, but Mo Yan is different. He is that Such a person that Lu San'er can trust with all his heart and lungs, following him, it seems that all desperate situations can be resurrected again.

Lu San'er usually had a poker face from morning to night, but when he was watching Mo Yan, an inexplicable tenderness flooded out of his bones and he couldn't restrain it.

"You said Xu Yao..."

Mo Yan: "It's dead."

"..." Lu San'er was stunned. Xu Yao was the only son of Old Xu. Old Xu followed Mo Yan on the saddle, loyal and loyal. At his age, could he bear the pain of losing a son?

With sparks in his mouth, Mo Yan chewed the cigarette butts, the bitter, hot feeling of loss and frustration quickly spread on his tongue...

The next day, Mo Yan didn't move, he just lay idle in the cave all day.

Another day, Mo Yan still didn't move, and he was in an extremely lazy state.

Zhuo Fan and Lu San'er stared anxiously, and after looking at each other, they couldn't figure out what kind of wishful thinking Boss Mo was planning. This kind of leisurely situation lasted until the afternoon of the third day, and it seemed that there were only three days left before the appointed time. After hours, Zhuo Fan finally couldn't bear to pull Lu San'er aside and whispered quietly.

"Third Master, what does this mean, boss? Does he send anyone outside?"

"Boss Dalian hasn't even been out of the cave, so contact the Land Lord and send someone?"

Zhuo Fan was obviously stunned when he heard it. Lu San'er's first speech had a sense of humor, which made Zhuo Fan at a loss, and finally stammered and asked: "Then... what should I do? It's almost burnt out!"

Lu San'er: "Be safe and don't be impatient!"

Mo Yan was not in a hurry, but Feng Bo started to panic. In the main hall of the house, Feng Bo kept wandering around with his sandalwood folding fan.

The scout at home came back, "Reporting to the young master, the few of them are still nesting on the same island, and they haven't done anything strange!"

For three whole days, every time someone sent someone out to spy on Mo Yan's activities, the person who came back either said that Mo Yan was sleeping or that Mo Yan was smoking, and did nothing all day long, as if there was no such game.

Feng Bo couldn't help cursing: "What the hell is the grandson surnamed Mo doing? Why is he still doing nothing when the deadline is coming?"

"Master, could it be that he has already found out the truth?"

"Fuck you!" Feng Bo yelled at the man, "It's absolutely impossible, this is not the area under his jurisdiction, and without his eyeliner, it is even more impossible for someone to tip him off, and besides, he, Mo Yan, is the most What I hate is the tiaozi, and there will be no intersection with the tiaozi at sea.”

"Then why is he still so calm?"

"What the hell are you asking me, who am I going to ask?"

Feng Bo sat down on the mahogany chair angrily, shaking his thighs anxiously. After much deliberation, he couldn't figure out what Mo Yan was thinking. He didn't run away when he was let go, nor did he go to rescue soldiers, nor did he come out to inquire. situation, what does he mean now?Are you waiting until the deadline is up before returning the iron man to me?Why is it so complicated if the iron head is going to die anyway?

"Could it be..." Feng Bo stood up suddenly, goosebumps all over his body nervously.

"Master, what could it be?"

"Quick, hurry up and bring some nimble fellows!"

"What are you doing, master?"

Feng Bo urgently urged: "Let them drive the fastest ship to pull out all the drugs we hid before."

"However, those white powders were bought by you with great difficulty, young master. How can you just throw them away?"

"It's not easy, you bastard, do you look like a person who is short of money? I can throw it away!" Feng Bo slapped again in a hurry, "It's not safe to put white powder here. Mo Yan must have heard that he is so indifferent. What's the trouble, if the time comes to search the house, send someone to transport the white powder to the west bank, burn it up, and let him not get the slightest clue!"

"Yes, Master!"

After a while, Feng Bo couldn't sit still. He was always worried about these people's work, so he simply got up and went out with the boat, which seemed more at ease to him.

After boarding the boat, Feng Bo told him to wait for a while and unload the cargo as soon as the boat landed, and then burn it clean on the shore without leaving any traces.

Just as Feng Bo was talking non-stop, that person suddenly stopped listening.

Feng Bo slapped the man on the head with hatred, "I'm talking to you, what are you looking at?"

"No, master..."

"You're still stubborn, you're still stubborn!" Feng Bo roared and slapped the man in the face with a fan, and after hitting him, he suddenly realized that someone was coming from behind.

Feng Bo turned around, and a yacht stopped not far away, Mo Yan's skirt flickered in the sea breeze under the night.

"Master Feng, it's late at night, where are you going?"

"Does it have anything to do with you?" Feng Bo played cruelly.

Mo Yan tapped his watch, indicating that of course it has something to do with Lao Tzu, and it will be the time we agreed upon.

Feng Bo looked at the time and argued, "No... isn't there still 5 minutes left? Go to the factory and wait!"

Mo Yan sneered, "The remaining 5 minutes is a chance I'll give you."

"Your mother will know, get the hell out of me, I have business to do and no time to chat with you now!"

"I'm a very punctual person. Since I promised to give you an answer on time, I'm sure there will be no more than one minute and no less." Mo Yan pinched his watch, and snapped his fingers when the countdown counted down to ten seconds.

In the blink of an eye, Zhuo Fan and Lu San'er quickly jumped into Feng Bo's boat from the speedboats on both sides, and broke the necks of the four people around him in an instant.

Because Feng Bo, who came out to destroy the corpses, didn't bring many people with him, he pointed at Mo Yan with a blue face and howled: "You... you, I see who dares to... dare to touch a finger of mine, Mo, if you If you do something out of line, my father will definitely not spare you! You'd better think clearly."

Relying on his long legs, Mo Yan easily jumped up, stood in front of Feng Bo, and asked, "Where is Xu Yao?"

"What... what Xu Yao? I... I don't know!"

Mo Yan pursed his lips, raised his gun and pressed it against Feng Bo's sweaty forehead, "I don't like to repeat myself. For the last time, where is Xu Yao?"

The moment Feng Bo heard the bullet being loaded, he was really frightened and cried, "I, I...I said, don't...don't kill me! Xu Yao...he was beaten to death by the coast guard!"

"Corpse?" Mo Yan asked coldly.

"The corpse is...in my place, the ice cellar, under the ice cellar!"

"Call and ask your men to transport the corpse here!"

Under Mo Yan's instructions, Feng Bo obeyed obediently, and only prayed that Mo Yan could let him live.

Mo Yan: "My brother's arm was not cut for nothing!"

With a ruthless shot, it was aimed directly at Feng Bo's crotch. This time, Mr. Feng completely cut off the incense.

In City A, Gu Chen found a savior. For the first time, he felt that Ou Feifei's chatteriness was such a useful skill. And the originally romantic two-person trip also strangely turns into a three-person trip.

Bai Li doesn't complain, she and Ou Feifei are very good at talking together, the two of them always have endless conversations about women's topics such as fashion makeup, and at night, Ou Feifei squeezes Bai Li to sleep, and doesn't give the two of them anything at all. Any time and opportunity to be alone.

Because of Ou Feifei's joining, the remaining few days of the week passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was the eighth day. Bai Li was about to leave, and Gu Chen sent her to the airport. She just hugged Gu Chen politely, Said: "Thank you for taking care of me these days, if you have time to come to City C, I will give you a tour guide!"

Gu Chen smiled stiffly with a handsome face.

Sending people on the plane, Gu Chen felt relieved, Master Gu, I have finally regained my freedom!

When he turned to leave, he inadvertently saw a familiar figure on the second floor of the airport exit.

Big cuttlefish?

Gu Chen rubbed his eyes and jumped on the spot twice. The man was wearing a long black windbreaker and a peaked cap to completely cover his face.

However, there is such a person in this world who can easily distinguish you in minutes even if you wrap yourself into a mummy.

"Hey, cuttlefish! Big cuttlefish!" Gu Chen shouted twice from the west.

It's been a long time since I met Gu Chen at the airport and couldn't bear the joy in my heart. I calculated the time. Before I left, Mo Yan said that it was a conservative estimate of about a week, and now it's just right.

Hearing the sound, Mo Yan also glanced down, then turned around as if he hadn't seen anyone, and walked quickly in the opposite direction, holding a dark brown leather suitcase in his hand.The wheels made a rolling noise against the floor.

"No way, didn't you see me?" Gu Chen muttered, raised his foot and chased after him. The person in front seemed to be avoiding him deliberately, and the crowd kept changing directions. Fortunately, Gu Chen and his father had learned to follow in the police academy. Learning and anti-tracking learning, otherwise Mo Yan's skillful technique can easily get rid of him in two or three times.

Where is he in a hurry?

Gu Chen looked up and grinned, so he was looking for the bathroom, I said why did he leave in such a hurry, why did he go on the plane, hold back so hard?

Gu Chen quickened his pace, wanting to rush in and sneer at this big cuttlefish, not to mention, the one-week separation really makes people yearn for day and night, and with Bai Li pestering him all the time, he has no time to make phone calls. Gu Chen was too embarrassed to call at night, for fear that some important work case Mo Yan was working on would disturb his rest.