Chapter 798: Master Mo is Wisdom (Scheming)

Xiao Qimo stopped working, and the satellite positioning system on the

computer screen also stopped searching, his gaze slowly shifted to the tablet

next to him.

The barrage was so lively that it distracted the extremely focused workaholic

Mo Ye.

The man raised his hand to support his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes fell

tightly on the speeches he had robbed his wife, his dark eyes surged.

He turned on the phone noble and calmly and turned to his notepad.

And found a "retreat as advance" love strategy on it.

Ok.

Xiao Qimo glanced at the page of the positioning system, and there would be no

problems for a while, he decided to switch the computer page to the

entertainment section.

Turn to the comment area, patiently and meticulously take screenshots

(forensics) of each "unreasonable comment" and account.

Special vibration sounds kept coming from his phone.

Three-team lovers: [First team, have you positioned it? Buddy, I'm still

waiting for your navigation in the primeval forest! 】

Three teams of lovers: [One team? Didn't you find the leader? 】

Three lovers: [If you don’t act, the leader may be eaten by the beast! 】

Three-team lovers: [One team, with all due respect, you wouldn’t want to usurp

the throne directly... right? 】

Under the perseverance of the three teams of information bombardment, Xiao

Qimo swiftly replied to him.

[Shut up, I'm dealing with urgent matters. 】

The three teams that received the news were instantly well-behaved and

especially considerate. It should be really anxious to put aside the safety of

him and the leader.

He hurriedly replied in a humble manner: [Okay, well, you are busy first. 】

Xiao Qimo's complexion was heavy, and it took a while to sort out the

screenshots. With his eyes closed, he packaged the screenshots and sent them

to Mo Sr.

After doing this, the man returned to the state of Xiao, workaholic, and Qi

Mo.

——

The Mo Sr here has received a lot of screenshots, which were sent to him by

Lord Mo.

He wondered if Lord Mo was busy working now, how could he have the time to

send him messages? After he clicked on the screenshot, it was a little messy.

Is Master Mo at home working or chasing variety shows?

Mo Sr looked at these pictures one by one. The contents of the pictures are

the comments made by many netizens on this program, and they are basically

about Miss Lu. He has read one by one, and the content is positive and there

are no negative comments.

He was puzzled. He didn't understand what Master Mo meant, and quickly gave

Xiao Jianli a glance.

Xiao Jianli took out his reading glasses, held his mobile phone and looked at

it for a long time. After taking off his glasses, his eyes were piercing, and

he could see through too much.

"Qi Mo is jealous."

"Ah?" Mo Sr panicked, "Then how should I persuade Lord Mo? No, if Lord Mo is

jealous, I should ask Miss Lu to persuade him!"

"Yes." Xiao Jianli looked at the stage, "Isn't it just for you to send these

things to Sleep?"

Mo Sr opened his mouth and gave a thumbs up after reacting for a while.

"Master Mo is really smart (scheming)."

Xiao Jianli didn't know what his emotions were, and smiled unsatisfactorily.

On the stage, Lu Mian's perfunctory and impatient acceptance speech made the

host Yin Feng completely unable to continue. He said a few awkward words and

ended the show.

Just like her acceptance speech just now, Lu Mian turned to leave after the

camera was removed.

A group of think tanks, centered on Dahir scientists from the Institute of

Brain Science, came to the stage one after another.

Pei Wenda and Zhai Qingtong greeted them enthusiastically.

Lu Mian alone was the only one who deliberately went backstage.

Dashir walked through the crowd and quickly called her: "Miss Lu Mian!"

Yin Feng quickly hinted to Lu Mian, "This is the Dahir scientist at the

Institute of Brain Science, Lu Mian, your chance is here!"

Oh.

Lu Mian nodded, "Hello, goodbye."

Yin Feng: ...I am autistic, I will stop doing this host, whoever loves to do

it!

Dashir smiled indifferently, and asked in not fluent Chinese: "Miss Lu, can I

take you three minutes to ask you some questions?"

Think tanks behind: Mr. Dahir, do you speak Chinese? ? ?

The three Pei Wenda looked forward to see through: Mr. Dashir, she has no

time, we have it! ! !

Lu Mian raised his hand and looked at the electronic watch. There was still

some time.

"Please say."

"Why did Miss Lu suddenly change the contest title?"

Lu Mian glanced at the three losers who were stubbornly standing next to him,

and said lightly: "I want to test whether my connections are hard or not."

Pei Wenda: You are hard! You hard! Your background is the hardest!

Xiang Yu: I am sorry for myself!

Zhai Qingtong: I am wrong! I deserve it! I regret making my intestines

green...

Dashir nodded clearly, "Then why do you close your eyes and meditate for a few

minutes every time you are in the game? Is there any special way of thinking?"

"No." Lu Mian said straightforwardly, "It's just a long time."

Pei Wenda: When she finished the problem, I just finished the first step...

Xiang Yu: When she submitted the answer, I just found the idea...

Zhai Qingtong: I, I didn't understand the question at that time...

Yin Feng came back to life again, this was the most humane time he felt Lu

Mian.

Thank ancestor Lu Mian, if you do this second kill, our program will end in

about half an hour!

Dashir looked at the young girl who was neither humble nor arrogant, calm and

self-sufficient, his eyes fell on her head and chuckled lightly.

He was thinking that if it hadn't been for Lu Mian's delay, the next topic

think tank might not be able to finish it.

It is indeed a smart brain.

"Miss Lu, this is my business card. You are welcome to visit the Institute of

Brain Science!"

Lu Mian took it and glanced at the time, she should go.

"Thanks, bye."

Lu Mian quickly and decisively took the bag from the backstage, Mo Sr was

already waiting at the entrance of the program building.

"Miss Lu, I'll take you back!"

"Where is Grandpa Xiao?"

"The old lady and Mr. Meng will go together."

Lu Mian nodded, dropped the backpack in the back seat of the car, and sat in

the co-pilot, "Send me to school."

"Huh? Go to school so late?"

"If you drive faster, we can arrive before the dormitory closes. If..." Lu

Mian's tone was calm, and the slightly raised eyebrows seemed to be a little

bit excited.

Mo Sr shuddered and immediately grasped the steering wheel.

"Miss Lu, I can do it! Today I will knock on the steering wheel!" As a

survivor who had been on the speeding car of Miss Lu's death, he didn't want

to experience Lu's driving skills in his entire life.

"Okay." Lu Mian was slightly disappointed.

Mo Stron started the car neatly. After driving normally, he looked at the girl

who was playing with the phone in the co-pilot and coughed.

"Miss Lu, I just sent you some screenshots, did you see it?"

"I saw it." Lu Mian fiddled with her mobile phone casually, the ending sound

rising, clear and cold: "What then?"

In the language of Mo Sr Emergency Organization...