Chapter 564: What kind of strange boss is this?

Li Qiao and Mo Jue talked for about ten minutes. When they walked out of the

collection room again, they saw Li Yan staring at the same place with a

devilish expression on his face.

Because just now, he knew that the apartment in Yashu Garden was actually

pretty.

This ** it meant that his little attendant had stolen something on his

sister, and he was just throwing himself into the net.

Na Titian's painting...

Li Yan recovered, and rushed to Li Qiao with a stride, "Baby, do you really

have a picture of Titian?"

Li Qiao curled the corners of her mouth. Mo Jue had already held the painting

and passed it over, "Boss, painting!"

Li Yan's eyes flickered, grabbed the black cloth bag, and went to the side to

take it apart. Mo Jue also followed him like a small tail.

At this moment, the other four people all looked at Li Qiao, waiting for her

to speak.

Li Qiao leaned against the showcase next to her with one hand in her pocket,

her eyelids drooped, and calmly said to Song Laoliu, "Don't you take it away."

Song Liao frowned instantaneously, his nose flicked twice, turned around and

looked at Su Moshi and the others, and said astonishingly, "Have you seen Mo

Jue tonight?"

Xia Siyu was holding an inkstone in her hand, and when she heard the sound,

she bowed her head and admired herself, "Who is Mojue?"

Upon seeing this, Shen Qingye directly opened the glass door of the showcase

and took out a small pistol to play with it, "Six sons, how can I not

understand what you are saying?"

The most calm thing is when Su Mo squeezed his eyebrows and tilted his head

out of the window, "Don't think I don't know, but I seem to see Mr. Shang's

car."

How could Li Qiao not understand their intentions, she laughed and walked to

the window, leaning forward to look downstairs.

The night is thick, the light rain has not stopped, and under the patter of

rain, you can vaguely see a Rolls Royce parked under the street lamp.

Only one.

Because the distance is too far, it is difficult to see whether there is a

logo mark on the body.

Li Qiao pursed the corner of her mouth and withdrew her gaze, silently, and

raised her head again, "Sixth, no more principles?"

Song Liao's simple and honest expression did not fluctuate, like a very

upright and serious person, but what he said was quite face-saving, "I only

need it when I want it."

Mo Jue was only one who didn't do anything to hurt the gods and reason, and he

was the person next to Li Qiao.

Letting him go has nothing to do with principle, just don't want to embarrass

their cubs.

At this time, Li Qiao came to Song Liao, looked at his piercing eyes, and

stood firm, "Take her away, you always have to explain to Interpol and major

museums."

"Cub..."

Li Qiao raised her palm and interrupted him, "Don't worry, I have my own

arrangements. She made a mistake and has to bear some consequences."

Song Laoliu was stubborn and short-sighted, his face was stern, and his tone

was somber, "What she has done can't even compare to one-thousandth of what we

did at the border."

Li Qiaoman smiled carelessly, "That's different. Outside of the law, we won't

be able to control us if we break through the sky. If you don't take her away

today, there will be no guarantee that other Interpol will continue to track

Mo Jue's whereabouts in the future. Until then, it won't be so easy to help

her."

"This..." Song Liao hesitated, because what she said really made sense.

"You take her away first, and for other things, when you return to Interpol, I

will tell you what to do."

Song Laoliu hesitated and nodded in the end.

In this way, the international habitual offender Mo Jue completely disappeared

from this legend.

Of course, at the moment when Mo Jue was taken away by Song Liao, she cried

and cried with Li Yan's arm.

After a while, he told the boss to eat well, and then with tears in his eyes,

he begged the boss not to forget her, and even quietly told Li Yan that

everything he liked was written in a notebook, and he must wait for her to

return.

Mo Jue knew he would come back, but Li Yan...don't know.

He was still carrying Titian's posthumous work, and looked down at Mo Jue like

an unwanted child, feeling very uncomfortable, even Titian's paintings were

not fragrant anymore.

Li Yan's thin lips were tightened, and he looked at Li Qiao imploringly, "Qiao

Qiao, let me..."

Li Qiao gave him an indifferent look, cold and merciless.

Li Yan didn't dare to say any more. For the first time in his life, he raised

his hand without hitting the back of Mo Jue's head, but placed it on top of

her head and rubbed it.

Then, in the most hoarse voice, he said the softest words, "Go in and reform,

come out and be a new person. The boss is waiting for you."

Mo Juelai looked up at him whirlingly, tightening his suit jacket with his

fingers, and muttering with his face up, "Boss, it's a deal."

Border Five: "..."

What kind of strange boss and strange servant is this?

Li Yan sighed heavily, turned away, and waved his hand, "Let's go."

Mo Jue turned his head one step at a time, his face full of dismay, "Boss,

wait for me, you must wait for me." When I come back, continue to steal things

for you.

She did not dare to say this last sentence, for fear that her ancestors would

teach her.

Not long after, Song Laoliu and a few others greeted them and left Yashu

Garden with Mo Jue first.

It is strange that the perverse Mo Jue suddenly became very perverse. He

didn't run away or ran away, and followed Song Liao bumpy.

Old Four Su also stepped forward and said to Li Qiao at the right time: "Then

we will go back first, and you should rest early, and we will talk about other

things tomorrow."

"Ok."

Su Moshi and others left Yashu Garden one after another. Li Qiao took out his

mobile phone and took a look. It was three o'clock in the middle of the night.

She raised her eyes and looked at her stunned second brother, "I will go home

tomorrow. I have something to tell you."

Li Yan held the picture frame and nodded, the smile at the corner of his mouth

narrowed a lot, "Momo..."

Li Qiao answered the wrong question, “There are still more than a dozen

paintings in the collection room, so I can take what I like.

After that, she raised her foot and went out.

In the huge apartment building, only Li Yan stood there holding the painting

and began to appreciate it carefully.

Titian, the representative writer of the Venetian School of Painting, is one

of the most talented painters, and his little attendant is the most talented

thief, not one of them.

He was clearly recalling the life of Titian, but Mo Jue was all coming out of

his mind.

...

Outside the Yashuyuan apartment building, Li Qiao stood under the rain

corridor, looking at the dark sky and slowly extending his hand.

The rain stopped, and there was still a hint of coolness in the fresh air.

A short whistle sounded in the parking lot on the right.

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows and looked at the driver's cab of the Rolls-Royce

under the dim street lamp.

The windshield in front of the car was covered with drops of water, and

Yingyingzhuo's light leaked into the car, but she couldn't see the other

person's face.

Li Qiao seemed to be dragged down the steps and approached the car step by

step.

When the wiper was turned on, the drops of water swept away. In the gradually

clearer vision, Shang Yu was sitting in the cab, holding the steering wheel

with one hand and supporting his forehead with the other, looking at her for a

while.

(End of this chapter)