Chapter 558: Mo Jue who behaves badly

Chapter 558: Mo Jue, the Perverse Actress

No one has ever seen Mo Jue, who is internationally famous and fascinating.

Interpol was a headache for him, and Song Laoliu also followed him for many

years.

A thief who only steals famous paintings and treasures, what's the use of

taking his wallet?

The only thing that makes sense is that he knows Song Liao's identity and is

trying to cause trouble for him in the country.

Without the certificate, Song Laoliu could not successfully investigate the

case in China.

Even if the certificate is reissued, it will take time.

Then...

Li Qiao thought about tapping on the desktop. A few seconds later, her eyes

flashed, "Is there any art exhibition or high-end jewelry exhibition in China

recently?"

Song Liao said with a serious face: "Yes, the first stop of the Chinese

painting tour exhibition of the Great Thousand Lays is Nanyang, so I came

here."

In order to trace Mo Jue, Song Laoliu has paid close attention to major

international and domestic exhibitions of famous paintings in recent years,

and even his own artistic cells have been qualitatively sublimated.

Li Qiao pointed her lips up, "When is the exhibition?"

"Next Wednesday."

Li Qiao leaned on the back of her chair and smiled deeply, "Then...we will see

this together."

...

Half an hour later, Li Qiao took Song Liao out for dinner and gave him a bank

card.

At the dinner table, Song Liao took the bank card and gave a silly smile,

"Thank you, Zai Zai."

Li Qiao took a sip and looked at him carefully.

In fact, among the seven sons, Song Laoliu was the worst.

He is not handsome enough, but his memory is amazing, and he can count out the

characteristics of the person and things he has seen.

Song Laoliu, it is said that he suffered from autism when he was a child, and

his personality was flawed, but it did not affect his keen and unique judgment

on many things.

For example, at this time, two hours after meeting with Li Qiao, he only

mentioned his big brother Xiao Yehui.

Song Liao said: "I should be the first to see Duke Childman's true face

report, because it happened to be abroad at that time."

Li Qiao rubbed the cup with one hand, her eyelids half drooping, her

expression very pale.

Song Liao locked Li Qiao with a pair of tiger eyes, "Zub Zai, although I don't

know what happened in this, but since he became Duke of Childman, he will

probably be from two worlds in the future. "

This is the initial judgment from an Interpol.

"How do you tell?" Li Qiao looked back at Song Laoliu and asked playfully.

She never said that Xiao Yehui was wrong, and she even blurred the process. It

was strange that the sixth child had such thoughts.

At this time, Song Liao analyzed seriously: "He didn't die, but he didn't show

up. He either had troubles or wanted to hide it. No matter which kind, he has

already drawn a clear line between us."

What a beastly intuition.

Li Qiao didn't open his face and looked out the window, "It's true."

Song Laoliu was probably the only one among the seven who could calmly face

Xiao Yehui and come back to life, and who could calmly face him.

It is precisely because he does not have such abundant emotional experience,

so he can deal with any changes in peace.

At seven o'clock in the night, Li Qiao sent Song Liao back to Jiangjing

Mansion, and arranged for Li's housekeeper to give him a scooter.

When he entered the apartment building, Li Qiao retracted her eyes and picked

up her mobile phone to make a call.

But before the finger fell, a WeChat account from Shang Yu happened to jump

into the screen.

Shang Yu: When will you go home?

Li Qiao returned his words, then started the engine and left the Jiangjing

Palace.

...

Before eight o'clock in the evening, Li Qiao walked into the living room of

the mansion. Under the dim light, the man sat on the sofa with his legs folded

and read documents.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Shang Yu opened his eyelids, his eyes melted

with the dim light, his thin lips curled up, and he opened his palms to her,

"Where have you been?"

Li Qiao walked over and took the man's hand, summarizing Song Laoliu's affairs

in a few words.

Shang Yu handed her the document on his leg, and stroked the back of her head

with his palm, "Want to help him catch Mo Jue?"

"Well, his documents were taken by Mo Jue, and it takes time and effort to

reissue it. It's better to arrest people directly."

Li Qiao said as he took the file and opened it to see the hand-drawn design of

the cheongsam inside.

Seeing the cheongsam, she thought of Su Yujing, raised her eyebrows and looked

at Shang Yu, "Lao Liu said, Su embroidered Tangkatu has been returned."

The man and her looked at each other, the waves in his eyes were very soft,

"it is in line with his usual style."

"Do you know him?" Li Qiao leaned against Shang Yu's shoulder, and looked back

at him when she heard the sound.

Shang Yu looked far out of the window, smiling with a smile on his lips, "Two

years ago, Mo Jue got into Feng Yi's collection castle and took a diamond.

Three days later, the servant found it in the fish tank."

Li Qiao: "..."

Who the ** is this?

His identity is mysterious, his behavior is perverse, and he feels ill-fated

everywhere.

...

At the same time, the moon fell along the window.

Zong Yue watched TV absently with her arms around her pillow, occasionally

casting her eyes on the wall, and the pointer went round and round, but Li Jun

had not returned yet.

After another half an hour, the sound of a car engine came from outside the

villa.

Zong Yue dropped the pillow and ran to the hallway with his slippers.

The door opened, and a refreshing breeze rushed over his face.

Li Jun’s assistant to foreign affairs helped him into the door, saw Zong Yue,

immediately laughed, "Madam, there is a city dinner tonight, the secretary-

general... drank too much."

Zong Yue smiled gently, and stepped forward to support Li Jun's arm, "Leave it

to me, trouble you."

"No trouble, no trouble. If there is nothing else, I will go back first."

After the secretary of foreign affairs left, Zong Yue put Li Jun's arms on his

shoulders, wrapped his other hand around his waist, and helped him to the

living room.

Li Jun was drunk, but he would not lose consciousness.

He forced his drunken consciousness, lying on his back on the sofa, rubbing

his forehead, looking at Zong Yue with drunken eyes, "Why haven't you slept

yet?"

"Can't sleep, wait, I'll make you a cup of hangover tea."

She said that she was leaving, but Li Jun grabbed her wrist, "Stop drinking,

stay with me later."

Zong Yue bit the corner of his mouth, sighed and squatted down in front of the

sofa, "You will still drink less bars in the future. Even if you have

socializing, you will always drink big drinks, which is not good for your

health.

Since they got married, Li Jun has been drunk several times.

She knows that some socializing activities must be done by drinking, but she

also feels distressed about how uncomfortable he looks after getting drunk.

Li Jun raised his eyelids, and the afterlight happened to fall on Zong Yue's

face. The light was very warm and the temperature was moderate. The wife at

home was waiting for her husband who returned late.

These cognitions clearly passed through Li Jun's mind. Xu was caused by

alcohol. He slowly hooked Zong Yue's shoulders, pulled her over and kissed

deeply.

His lips and teeth are intertwined, extremely intimate.

It was not the first time they kissed, but when Li Jun was emotional, Zong Yue

could always feel the torment of ice and fire.

His kiss was hot and fierce, which was very different from his usual serious

and rigid attitude.

(End of this chapter)