Chapter 1106 He Chen Is Jealous of Li Qiao

Chapter 1106 He Chen is jealous of Li Qiao

Hearing the sound, the fourth uncle visibly panicked for a second, "Business owner, then you..."

Shang Zonghai turned around and put down the fish food plate, raised his eyes casually, "You want me to give you an answer now?"

The fourth uncle quickly sneered, "Don't dare, please consider carefully the owner of the business, we... can wait."

"Wei Ang, see off the guests."

The fourth uncle stood up without embarrassment, "Business owner, then I won't disturb you."

Although Shang Zonghai's approval was not obtained, Fourth Uncle still felt that the victory was within his grasp.

At least he didn't say no.

Not long after, Wei Ang ordered his servants to send his fourth uncle away, and when he returned to Diaoyutai, he heard Shang Zonghai coldly snorting, "Where is that brat?"

Wei Ang took a step forward, "I heard that he has been in Ziyun Mansion recently."

Shang Zonghai pressed his thin lips, his expression clearly displeased, "Being bullied like this, I don't know how to tell my family."

"Maybe..." Wei Ang thought about it and said, "Brother Chen was afraid that you and the young master would be in trouble, so he didn't say hello."

Shang Zonghai dropped the towel in his hand, and bluntly ordered, "Go and find out, what stupid things the He family has done recently."

Wei Ang took the order, turned around and just took a step, and reported again: "By the way, sir, Liu Yun sent me a message two hours ago, the young master has rushed over from Nanyang."

...

At nine o'clock in the morning, Yin Mo was sitting in the living room of Ziyun Mansion with a laptop on his lap, with a rare and serious expression.

"Use a drone to scan the panorama of He's old house in the sky, and share the real-time images with me."

As soon as He Chen reached the corner of the stairs, he happened to hear Yin Mo's words.

The man buried his long legs down the steps, staring at her serious work figure, raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Baby, are you so busy?"

Yin Mo pressed the headset, looked sideways and asked without answering, "When are you going to He's house?"

"Don't worry." He Chen came to her and sat down, with his straight legs resting on the edge of the coffee table, "The dog hasn't jumped the wall yet, wait a minute."

Yin Mo reacted for two seconds, oh, he wanted to wait for the dog to jump over the wall.

She turned the computer screen and pointed to the high-altitude aerial view of the old house that was automatically drawn on it, "This is the map of the He family's house, it should be useful to you."

He Chen glanced lazily for a few times, and then his eyes stayed on the corner of the westernmost courtyard wall.

He didn't speak, but he poked the touchpad to zoom in on the picture. The former miscellaneous room has now become the servant's dormitory.

He Chen picked up the cigarette case with a sneer, "It's useful, it's so useful."

Yin Mo pursed her lips, zoomed the picture back to normal size, and said hesitantly, "Pama's rumor...you heard?"

"Well, all Parmas are calling me a wolf-hearted bastard, it's hard not to hear."

He Chen's tone was full of sarcasm and self-deprecation. Originally, his name was taboo in the He family, and little was known about it.

Now, through the dissemination of someone with a heart, He Chen has almost become synonymous with heinous.

With a cold face, Yin Mo retorted dissatisfiedly: "You are not."

"It doesn't matter." He Chen raised his head and blew out a puff of smoke, raised his eyebrows indifferently, "Let them talk."

Yin Mo was a little angry, not because of He Chen, but because he didn't expect the He family to be so despicable and disgusting.

At this time, a prompt tone of an incoming call came from the earphone. She thought it was A Chang, so she pressed the answer button directly, "Haven't found the first person who spread the rumor?"

In the earphones, Li Qiao's light voice rang out, "What rumor?"

"Qiaoqiao?" Yin Mo rested his hands on the keyboard, and his silent eyes lit up visibly, "Why do you have time to call me?"

He Chen beside him squinted at her, Li Qiao just called her, why are you so happy?

Yin Mo took away the computer, got up and walked outside the french window, chatted with Li Qiao on the phone with a smile on his face.

He Chen leaned on the armrest, staring at her back with a dark face, not knowing what the two women were talking about, Yin Mo smiled slightly from time to time, and kept rubbing his toes on the ground.

These unconscious little actions are enough to show her joy and joy.

He Chen licked his back molars, feeling a bit tasteless for no reason.

Why wasn't she so happy in front of him?

He Chen narrowed his cold eyes dangerously, twisted the cigarette butt into the ashtray viciously, got up and walked over.

At this moment, Yin Mo focused all her attention on Li Qiao. Listening to her gentle voice, she felt that it could soothe all the restless emotions in her heart.

Then, a warmth was suddenly pasted behind him.

Just as Yin Mo was about to turn her head, the man behind her schemingly pressed her against the railing from behind.

Friction can not only generate heat, but also ambiguity.

For example, Yin Mo could clearly feel He Chen's rubbing movements that seemed to be absent.

But apart from twisting her waist and struggling, she didn't dare to make too much noise.

After all, the phone is still on.

Not long after, He Chen brushed Yin Mo's cheeks, saw that her cheeks were flushed, but she couldn't bear it, and sucked wantonly on her mouth.

But his hot palm became more and more presumptuous.

Yin Mo had no choice but to cover his earphones, and warned him in a low voice, "Don't make trouble."

He Chen ignored it, and while fumbling around, he also replied seriously: "You continue."

How can she continue?

Qiao Qiao is so smart, once she makes any strange sounds, she will definitely be able to hear them.

At this time, He Chen's hand got into her clothes, lowered his head to hold the skin on the side of her neck, and reminded shamelessly: "Honey, it's rude not to make a sound on the phone."

Even though Yin Mo didn't make any sound, Li Qiao was keenly aware of something, "Second Sister, are you busy?"

Yin Mo said he was not busy, but he couldn't push back He Chen's attack no matter what.

Li Qiao seemed to laugh, "Call me when you're done."

Immediately afterwards, the phone disconnected.

Yin Mo let out a breath of relief, turned around with a frown, and before he could speak, the man's tall body pressed over him, "Captain Yin, you can laugh when you make a phone call with Li Qiao. Why are you so angry?"

Yin Mo couldn't answer these words.

Isn't it weird how angry he is?

Seeing her looking at him blankly, He Chen scraped the corner of his mouth with his teeth, "Honey, it's time for you to pay off the debt."

Yin Mo was stunned, and asked him in confusion, "What debt?"

"Repay the bet owed to me now."

He Chen gave a wicked laugh, picked Yin Mo up in his arms the next second, and returned to the living room in two or three steps.

He held Yin Mo with one hand, and motioned to his belt, "Untie it."

Yin Mo looked at the belt, then at He Chen, stretched out his hand, and the hidden buckle snapped open.

Then, regardless of He Chen's expression, our captain Yin tucked his messy shirt back into his trousers virtuously, brushed off the creases on the edges, and finally tied the belt on him again, "Okay .”

He Chen closed his eyes expressionlessly: "..."

What the hell!

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