"I have arrived…"
Mo Bei seemed to have dated someone. When he raised his eyes, he stretched out his hand and opened the scarf a little, revealing his whole face, and looked towards the crowd.
"Bey, here, I'm here."
In the direction of Exit B of the subway, there was a man who didn't dare to be too sneaky, but wanted to avoid those Qin family members, so he simply wore an exaggerated fluffy coat and a gold chain, which was completely different from his usual image conform to.
One thing has not changed, that is the thin and light notebook in his hand.
It's a flying eagle.
After he yelled at Mo Bei, he looked around again and again, groping around, thinking that he was a scalper of concert tickets nearby.
Just shout, do you want a ticket, the ticket is returned.
Mo Bei put away his phone and walked towards him.
"It's not easy this time, why don't we intimidate those who wrote the report letter?"
Feiying hit the notebook with one hand: "I've checked it all, and the information is here. They are afraid of this. As long as we threaten you, no one will dare to report you again."
Mo Bei handed him the milk he bought when he came, and then closed his notebook: "Just follow me, you don't need to look at these things, after all, there is something wrong with my hand, the key point is whether I can continue to type." .”
"If there is a problem, it can be cured." It is the little devil Bo.
In addition to the Bo little devil, there are many people in black suits over there, very presence.
This looks like the standard configuration of the Qin family.
Feiying's first reaction was to run, what the hell, he thought he had thrown people away, why are these people still there.
Seeing this, Little Devil Bo looked back indifferently, his voice was still a little soft, but he was used to being a gentleman: "Don't come here, be natural, I want everyone to know that I am a gangster?"
The Qin family over there was a little speechless. Since when did they become gangsters? The Qin family is very well established. The young master is really... so much like Mr. Qin.
However, they dare not say.
The young master is most annoyed by people saying that he looks like Mr. Qin.
But Feiying had a shield, so he opened his mouth: "You brought it?"
"Meet by chance." Little Bo's aura was innate, because he wanted to follow others, so he didn't bring his little friend with him this time.
Walked towards Mo Bei, then took her hand, and raised his head: "The housekeeper is back, and his hand can be cured. I came to see Sister Bei, and I just told Sister Bei in advance that you don't have the confidence to fight with the other party." Negotiate terms."
Mo Bei lowered his eyes: "The housekeeper's grandpa can still perform surgery?"
"Yes." Little Devil Bo said firmly.
The more determined he was, the darker Mo Bei's eyes became: "The housekeeper's grandpa is getting older, and his eyes are not the same as before."
Little Devil Bo knew that he couldn't hide his words from his sister Bei: "Yes, so after this scene, I won't be on the operating table again."
Mo Bei turned his face sideways, holding the little devil in one hand, and the other hand hanging on the side. The wind blowing in whizzed past, and gradually became a little cold with the sound of cars and people.
Her black hair was messed up, but it didn't affect the cleanliness of her face at all.
Only the arc of the chin can be seen faintly.
Pale and with other indescribable things.
No one could see her expression clearly.
She seemed to have thought about it for a long time, but it seemed that she hadn't thought about anything.
Almost a minute passed.
She just opened her mouth.
Just one question.
"Did my brother give me the chance of surgery?"
(end of this chapter)