Oh shit!

Mo Nanjue slowly closed his eyes and gasped heavily. Mo Beiyan walked forward and landed his hand on his shoulder, "Jue, don't be angry."

"I'm not angry!"

"I know you're mad at yourself."

“…”

The lines on Mo Nanjue's back were tense, and even his breathing was getting heavier little by little.

Mo Beiyan held his shoulders tightly. He could understand his feelings and understand them. Powerlessness and anger coexisted. It would be better to be injured in the battle than not even knowing who the opponent was.

They are in the light, and the boss is in the dark.

Or, they don’t even know whether the boss is light or dark.

"Paper can never contain fire. You told me this sentence. Have you forgotten?" Mo Beiyan curled his lips and smiled, wrapping his arms around his shoulders, "He always reveals his feet, and there will be that day."

Mo Nanjue's arms were slightly loosened, and he slowly straightened his body. Mo Beiyan handed him a cup of brandy.

The man gently shook his glass and drank it all in one go.

Mo Beiyan stared at the delicate curve of his side face and suddenly spoke, "The photos taken by Li Qin..."

Mo Nanjue's hand holding the edge of the cup suddenly tightened, and he slammed down the wine glass, "He is dead."

"I know," Mo Beiyan nodded, "so it won't be him. Those photos may be intentional by the boss, or accident... In short, it won't be him, definitely not."

However, the photos of a room in the villa cannot be explained.

Li Qin's huge deposit cannot be explained.

Mo Nanjue poured wine with his bottle mouth, and his handsome face turned a cool layer under the light. Mo Beiyan did not continue this topic, and he would be uncomfortable. Li Qin followed Mo Nanjue for so many years and ended up like that...

He pursed his lips, and Li Qin's tragic situation at that time was still vivid in his mind.

Sorry, forgive me...

He said these six words at the end. Mo Beiyan narrowed his eyes and looked at Mo Nanjue. Maybe Li Qin had three words behind him, but he didn't have time to say it.

Mo Beiyan raised his head and drank the wine in the glass. If it was true, then Mo Nanjue still didn't know that it would be best.

Never know...

Because that's too cruel.

...

...

Chen An stayed in the room on the other side for a long time. When he pushed the door open and walked into the living room, the doctor had been taken out.

Mo Nanjue stood by the floor-to-ceiling window with his hands in his pockets, and Mo Beiyan was watching a movie with a pillow in his arms, "What have you been doing? It's been so long?"

“…”

Chen An was choked by the simplest question. He didn't know what he was doing just now. He was dazed? Angry? Thinking about something?!

He did nothing and stood there for no reason.

Eighty times he was crazy.

Chen An came to sit by the sofa, and he spread his arms, "It's nothing, just a mental illness attack."

Mo Nanjue's expression suddenly tightened.

Mo Beiyan threw a pillow for him, "Come on, will the doctor still get crazy?"

"Why can't it be? The doctor is still sick. It's even worse than ordinary people," Chen An took the pillow and pointed his finger at his chest. "I'm afraid of psychological factors after seeing too much."

"roll!"

Mo Nanjue turned around and walked back to the sofa, pulling the topic apart, "Didn't Chen Jing contact you again?"

"No, I sent her a text message and left a message," Chen An threw his phone on the coffee table. "She is turning off now, and I don't know where she is."

"She will definitely contact you again," Mo Nanjue put on his long legs. He lit a cigarette habitually. Thinking of Tong Ran's angry look, he then snatched it out. The man threw away the lighter. "Since she boldly reported the secret, she must be ready to escape, otherwise she would definitely not dare."

...

[Luo Xiao’s Mom Mu: Today’s winner is: Intercourse for life and kmoon

Thank you for your blessings! Happy Year of the Sheep, happiness and peace! Don’t depart the original intention, a lifetime of joy, the Orange An is settled, come on in 2015!
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