Listen to me, it's like this … "The international director was really a drama addict, he started to speak in English when he was agitated. In the end, he seemed to have realized something, turning towards Bo Jiu." Ah, I forgot to speak in Chinese, let me repeat myself. "
Bo Jiu: …
Movie Queen An covered her mouth and giggled. After all, Jiu's helpless expression of wanting to say something was too cute.
She really wanted to reach out and pinch that fair and clean little face.
Why couldn't he be her son?
But it didn't matter, he would be considered part of her family once she married him.
But she was worried about Mo.
She had never seen her son so stubborn towards anyone, she wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing …
Outside the window, the night deepened by several degrees.
In the study room of the Qin family's house.
Qin Mo's gaze was so deep that there wasn't any warmth in it. "You're saying that she has been preparing to leave the country recently?"
"Yes, Young Master." The special forces soldier scrolled through the information on the computer, his voice deep. "Besides, I realized that Young Master Jiu is very smart. Even though he is a high school student and seems to be playing esports on the surface, he is involved in many things. Even Fu Zhongyi, his father, was plotted against."
Qin Mo's tone was calm. "Taking back what was stolen is a courageous act, Fu Zhongyi deserves to be plotted against."
The special forces soldier: … Cough, cough, how could he have forgotten that his young master was obsessed with a certain youngster, he should have phrased his words better.
"Young Master Jiu's father isn't a good person, he even prepared some scandals regarding Young Master Jiu to be exposed during the shareholders' meeting so that he can hold the company in his hands."
Qin Mo tapped his fingers on the table. "What scandals?"
"Photos of Young Master Jiu confessing to a man." The special forces soldier didn't want to talk about this since his boss wasn't in a good mood.
As expected, the sound of a lighter came from the other end, followed by a cold voice. "Who provided these photos? Invite them out for a chat."
The special forces soldier knew that a chat with a young master wouldn't be friendly.
"What else did you find?" Qin Mo wanted to smoke but just as he was about to light it, he seemed to have recalled something. He frowned, tossing the silver lighter onto the table.
The special forces soldier didn't understand. What else?
"No more."
Qin Mo glanced up. "Is she in contact with Hoshino?"
"No." After all, from the start, Boss had said this was the most important direction of investigation. "The two of them don't seem to be related."
No, it doesn't matter.
The better they hid it, the more it meant that their relationship was not shallow.
Hoshino should be the childhood sweetheart the guy mentioned.
Qin Mo had never cared so much about their childhood interactions.
Especially when that guy was sleeping, he was still muttering the other party's name.
Qin Mo's fingers froze, his gaze cold. "Why is she preparing to leave the country?"
"I've looked into it. Strangely, Young Master Jiu's mother didn't seem to know that Young Master Jiu was planning to go abroad." The last sentence was something the special forces soldier didn't say easily.
Suddenly, Qin Mo's eyes darkened. "Are you saying that even He Honghua doesn't know?"
"Yes." The special forces soldier looked at the information again.
Qin Mo's voice was deeper and colder than before. "How many days does she intend to stay abroad?"
"This …" The special forces soldier hesitated for a moment. "Young Master Jiu didn't book a return ticket. She probably hasn't decided on her return date."
Hasn't decided on her return date?
When he heard this word, Qin Mo felt as though all the warmth in his body had been sucked out. His voice reached the special forces soldier's ears through the phone, sending chills down his spine. "It isn't that she didn't book a return ticket. She has no intention of coming back."
The special forces soldier stilled. What did Boss mean? Just as he was about to ask something, the other party hung up. He could vaguely hear the sound of something being flung out.
The entire study room dimmed with the sound.
Qin Mo's wrist was wrapped in a white bandage, which made him look different from his usual self. There was a coldness in his abstinence.
Until now.
That guy had never thought of having a future with him.
Even at this stage, it was the same.
Qin Mo sat there, his hair falling down. His lips curved upwards, but there wasn't a hint of a smile.
His wrist hurt.
But he didn't seem to feel it.
When Madam Zhang entered and saw the torn white cloth, she exclaimed, "Young Master, your hand!"
Qin Mo glanced over, reaching out to pull the white cloth back to its original position. Then he tightened his grip, his voice calm. "What's the matter?"
Auntie Zhang sensed the chill on her young master's body, but she didn't know what happened. She walked over to pick up the phone and placed it on the table. "Madam asked me to tell Young Master that dinner is ready and Young Master Jiu is here."
"I understand." Qin Mo seemed a little distracted. He only said that he understood and didn't say anything else.
Madam Zhang glanced over the table and paused. "Didn't Young Master place the mask on the coffee table outside? Why is there one here? "
Qin Mo frowned. "The coffee table outside?"
"Yes, I just put it away for Young Master. Didn't Young Master like this mask?"
Madam Zhang was right, Qin Mo really liked the mask. It wasn't because of anything special, but because it was a gift from someone. That was why he treasured it so much.
Naturally, it couldn't be compared to the USB lighter. But basically, he would keep anything Bo Jiu gave him, even if it was a black mask.
But Qin Mo remembered clearly that the mask had always been in his study room. He had never taken it out.
So what exactly was the one Madam Zhang was looking at?
Qin Mo narrowed his eyes. "Madam Zhang, where did you keep the mask?"
"It's at the coffee table. Young Master didn't take it?" Madam Zhang was puzzled.
Qin Mo had already stood up. He walked towards the direction of the living room and stopped by the coffee table. His figure was very slender. Even though his wrist was still wrapped in bandages, the whiter his skin was, the more Qin Mo looked like a sick prince. He was so handsome that it made people feel pity for him.
"Here?" Qin Mo asked Madam Zhang.
Madam Zhang nodded. "In the small compartment under the coffee table."
Qin Mo reached out and pulled open the secret compartment. His slender fingers moved and a mask appeared in his palm.
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