Chapter 1058

Chapter 1058

Yin Mo's eyes flickered, and he looked at He Chen and asked expectantly: "Then will you take me there?"

He Chen patted her cheek, raised his eyebrows frivolously, "Don't wear it, don't even think about it."

"Then what's wrong with me going back to sleep?"

He Chen touched his eyebrows, meaningfully hugged her in his arms and pressed her hard, "Captain Yin, you better really want to sleep."

Yin Mo leaned on the man's shoulder and closed his eyes sleepily, "Well, it's true."

He Chen tilted his head, and what he could see was her slender and trembling eyelashes and her pink diamond-shaped mouth. He lowered his head and kissed her, and signaled Ayong to speed up the return journey with his eyes.

...

In Beicheng No. 1, when He Chen got off the car, he wrapped Yin Mo's waist very naturally, and hugged her horizontally.

Yin Mo exclaimed and hugged his shoulders, his limbs were a little stiff, "I can walk by myself."

He Chen lowered his eyes and glanced at her, "If you talk nonsense, I will throw you down."

Yin Mo noticed his slightly slack strength, and silently tightened his neck, "When are you coming back?"

"Not necessarily." He Chen carried her up the steps like walking on the ground, entered the living room, and pressed her on the sofa, "Pack up your things and come back to Ziyun Mansion with me tomorrow."

He Chen propped his elbows on the side of Yin Mo's face, and traced her eyebrows and eyes with his fingertips, with a rare gentleness in his demeanor.

Such an overly intimate posture always made Yin Mo feel a little uncomfortable, she twisted twice, and said lightly: "No, it's fine here."

"Honey, I'm not discussing with you." He Chen pursed his lips playfully, pinching her cheeks with rough fingers, "I'm telling you!"

Yin Mo said 'oh', and stretched out his hand to push his shoulder, "You should go."

He Chen narrowed his eyes, then bowed his head and sucked her neck hard, looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, and said hoarsely: "Wait for me to come back."

In less than five minutes, He Chen left.

There is also a huge strawberry on Yin Mo's left neck, the kind that can't be blocked.

It was already 6:30 in the afternoon, Yin Mo took out his laptop from the bedroom, sat cross-legged on the sofa and began to work.

An hour later, Yin Mo changed into convenient jeans and short sleeves, and left Beicheng No. 1 in a Maserati in the backyard.

At the same time, He Chen lazily folded his legs on a Continental car parked on the side of the road at the back of the block, staring at the Maserati walking away, with a cool smile on his lips.

Ah Yong didn't dare to speak, he always felt that the temperature in the compartment was getting lower and lower, and he wanted to shiver from the cold.

"Chen, brother Chen, should we follow Miss Yin or..."

He Chen bit his unlit cigarette at the corner of his mouth, lowered his eyes and rubbed his fingertips, "Let them withdraw."

"Brother Chen?" Ah Yong was puzzled, and turned to look at the back seat, "In case the old lady's news is true..."

He Chen took out a lighter and lit a cigarette, and laughed softly, "You don't know that group of beasts too well."

Ah Yong was speechless.

He Chen pressed his cheeks and blew a puff of smoke out of the window, "Follow."

"Okay, Brother Chen."

...

At 7:50, Yin Mo arrived at the underground bar.

She sat in the car for a while, and checked the surveillance cameras everywhere with her mobile phone. At fifty-nine minutes, she got out of the car and walked into the bar.

Seat No. 32 is surrounded by light blue tulle, with dim light and restless music, shadows are vague, adding a touch of mystery.

Yin Mo came to the bar and sat down, ordered a glass of wine, carefully observing the situation at table 32 from the corner of his eye.

Not long after, a woman lifted the gauze curtain and said something to the bodyguard next to her. Yin Mo took a careful look while raising her glass, and her eyes froze immediately.

The other party was wearing a long crystal dress with a graceful and hot figure, long wavy hair draped over the left shoulder, three-dimensional and sharp silhouette, and her gestures were like a romantic girl.

Yin Mo looked away quietly, frowning with displeasure.

The man at table thirty-two was undoubtedly He Qing, and she had already known it by heart through the monitoring of the entrance and exit.

Yin Mo put down his wine glass, collected himself, pushed aside his chair and walked over.

Inside the gauze curtain, the woman was leaning against He Qing, holding some fruit in her hand and quickly sending it to his mouth, "Brother Qing, is she still coming?"

The moment the words fell, Yin Mo pushed aside the gauze curtain and walked in.

The woman straightened her chest, and glanced at Yin Mo very straightforwardly, "Is that her?"

At this time, He Qing crossed his legs, pushed the woman away and stood up with a smile: "Miss Yin, thank you for coming to the appointment."

Yin Mo looked at his outstretched hand and nodded, "You're welcome."

He Qing didn't force it, and made an inviting gesture to the side, then looked at his female companion and ordered: "You go out first."

"Okay." The woman stood up awkwardly, glanced at Yin Mo from the corner of her eye, and gave her a dissatisfied look.

In the spacious booth, only He Qing and Yin Mo were left.

Two glasses of whiskey were placed on the table, and He Qing picked up a light drink, "Miss Yin, you seem to... like He Chen very much?"

Yin Mo looked around as if he had never seen the world before. He met He Qing and asked calmly, "What does it have to do with you?"

He Qing smiled, shook the wine glass, and said meaningfully: "Although it's okay, but... you are Li Qiao's friend after all, there are some things I think you need to know in advance."

"It has nothing to do with him, I don't want to know."

He Qing stared at Yin Mo, a trace of contempt and disdain flashed in his eyes, and she was indeed a woman in love again.

He lowered his eyes to cover the sparkle in his eyes, smelled the strong aroma of wine, and smiled maliciously, "Of course it's related, otherwise it would be superfluous to find you here."

Yin Mo folded his hands on his knees and nodded tepidly, "Then tell me."

This kind of performance and state further confirmed He Qing's guess.

It seems that Li Qiao, who is smart and courageous, does not have a good eye for making friends.

He Qing brewed some emotions, then looked at the back of the woman outside the gauze curtain and pouted: "Do you know who she is?"

Yin Mo didn't make a sound, and looked sideways at He Qing, as if the words 'what nonsense are you talking about' were written in his eyes.

He Qing was not annoyed either, and stated in a low and long tone: "If He Chen came from an orthodox background and hadn't lost his conscience, she would have called him brother-in-law."

Yin Mo thought for three seconds before he figured out who the other party was.

She frowned and said bluntly, "You can just say her name next time."

He Qing was choked, and pursed his lips impatiently, "Miss Yin, if I say it straight, are you sure you can bear it?"

"How do you know I can't stand it if you don't tell me?"

He Qing: "..."

Yin Mo didn't like He Qing at all, and spoke too frankly.

He Qing's patience was exhausted, and a trace of pity appeared in his long and narrow eyes, "Miss Yin, it seems that you have been tortured by that bastard who played with flowers."

"An illegitimate child?" Yin Mo repeated, his eyes moved slightly, as if a little surprised.

He Qing pressed his thin lips, took a black folder from his lap and handed it over, "Anyway, I advise you to make plans early."

Yin Mo hesitated for a second, looked at He Qing's intriguing expression, and slowly opened the file.

At the same time, He Chen also walked into the underground bar alone.

The bodyguard immediately reported to He Qing. He raised his lips to show a sneer, looked directly outside the gauze curtain, and said in a slow tone: "Miss Yin, if I were you, I would definitely rush out and slap him."

Yin Mo raised his eyes and followed He Qing's line of sight, just in time to catch the woman rushing towards He Chen with her skirt lifted, and skillfully hooked his neck.

If she heard it right, the other party shouted in a high-pitched voice, "Brother-in-law..."

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