Chapter 558 Mo Jue Behaving Perversely

Chapter 558 Mo Jue Behaving Perversely

Mojue, who is internationally famous and elusive, has been seen by no one, and even the gender is unknown.

Interpol has been a headache for him, and Song Laoliu has been following him for many years.

What's the use of taking his wallet from a thief who only steals famous paintings and treasures?

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 a certificate, Song Laoliu would not be able to investigate the case smoothly in the country.

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

So……

Li Qiao tapped on the table while thinking, and 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 Layman Daqian's Chinese painting touring exhibition is Nanyang, so I came here."

In order to track down Mo Jue, Song Laoliu has been paying attention to major international and domestic famous painting exhibitions these years, and even his own artistic cells have been qualitatively sublimated.

Li Qiao raised the corners of her mouth knowingly, "When is the exhibition?"

"Next Wednesday."

Li Qiao leaned against the back of the chair and smiled deeply, "Then... let's meet this feeling 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 smiled innocently, "Thank you, Zai Zai."

Li Qiao took a sip of water and looked at him carefully.

In fact, among the seven sons, Song Laoliu was the least eloquent.

He is not handsome enough, but his memory is amazing, and he can count out the characteristics of each other after a glance at people and things.

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 very keen and unique judgment on many things.

For example, at this time, he only mentioned his elder brother Xiao Yehui two hours after meeting Li Qiao.

Song Liao said: "I should be the first to see the report that Duke Charmain showed his true colors, because he happened to be handling the case abroad at that time."

Li Qiao rubbed the cup with one hand, her eyelids were half down, her expression was very pale.

Song Liao locked eyes on Li Qiao, "Zaizai, although I don't know what happened in this story, but since he became the Duke of Charmain, he will probably be a person from two worlds in the future. "

This is the initial judgment from an Interpol.

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

She didn't say anything wrong with Xiao Yehui, and even blurred the process. It's strange that Lao Liu would have such an idea.

At this time, Song Liao analyzed seriously: "He didn't die, but he didn't show up. Either he had some difficulties, or he wanted to hide it. No matter what it is, he has already drawn a clear line with us."

What a beastly intuition.

Li Qiao looked away from the window, "That's true."

Song Laoliu is probably the only one among the seven sons who can calmly face Xiao Yehui's death and resurrection, and can face it calmly.

It is precisely because he does not have such a rich emotional experience, so he can deal with any changes with equanimity.

At seven o'clock in the night, Li Qiao sent Song Liao back to Jiangjing Mansion, and at the same time arranged for the butler of the Li family to deliver him a scooter.

When he entered the apartment building, Li Qiao looked away and picked up her mobile phone to make a call.

But before the finger landed, a WeChat message from Shang Yu just jumped into the screen.

Shang Yu: When will you go home?

Li Qiao answered him a few words, then started the engine and left Jiangjing Mansion.

...

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 crossed 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 palm to her, "Where did you go?"

Li Qiao walked over to hold the man's hand, and summed up what happened to Song Laoliu in a few words.

Shang Yu handed her the document on his lap, stroking the back of her head with his palm, "Want to help him catch Mojue?"

"Well, Mo Jue took away all his documents, and it would take time and effort to reissue them. It is better to arrest him directly."

Li Qiao took the file while talking, opened it, and found a hand-drawn design of the cheongsam inside.

When she saw the cheongsam, she thought of Su Yujing, raised her eyebrows and looked at Shang Yu, "The sixth son said that the Thangka map embroidered in Suzhou has been returned."

The man met her eyes, the sparkle in his eyes was very soft, "It's in line with his usual style."

"You know him?" Li Qiao leaned her back on Shang Yu's shoulder, and looked back at him upon hearing the sound.

Shang Yu looked out of the window with far-reaching eyes, with a smile on his lips, "Two years ago, Mo Jue sneaked into Feng Yi's collection castle and took a diamond. Three days later, his servant found it in the fish tank."

Li Qiao: "..."

Who the hell is this.

His identity is mysterious, his behavior is perverse, and he looks like he deserves to be beaten.

...

At the same time, the moon falls on the window sill.

Zong Yue hugged the pillow and watched the TV absent-mindedly, occasionally cast his eyes on the wall, and the pointer passed by circles, but Li Jun hadn't returned yet.

Half an hour later, the sound of a car engine came from outside the villa.

Zong Yue threw down the pillow, and ran to the entrance with his slippers on.

The door opened, and a gust of wine came blowing in with a breeze.

Li Jun's foreign affairs assistant helped him into the door, and when he saw Zong Yue, he immediately laughed, "Ma'am, there is a dinner in the city tonight, and the secretary... drank too much."

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

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

After the foreign affairs secretary left, Zong Yue put Li Jun's arms on his shoulders, and wrapped his other hand around his waist, and helped him walk to the living room.

Li Jun was drunk, but he was not unconscious.

Holding on to his drunk consciousness, he lay on his back on the sofa, rubbed his forehead, and looked at Zong Yue with drunken eyes, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

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

She said that she was about to leave, but Li Jun grabbed her wrist, "Stop drinking, stay with me later."

Zong Yue bit the corner of her mouth, sighed and squatted in front of the sofa, "In the future, you'd better drink less bars, even if you have entertainment, you always drink too much, it's not good for your health."

Li Jun has been drunk several times since they got married.

She knew that some social gatherings had to be done by drinking to warm up the scene, but she also felt sorry for his uncomfortable appearance every time he was drunk.

Li Jun raised his eyelids, and his peripheral vision fell on Zong Yue's face. The light was warm and the temperature was moderate. The wife at home was waiting for her husband who came home late.

These cognitions clearly passed through Li Jun's mind, perhaps caused by alcohol, he slowly hooked Zong Yue's shoulder, pulled her past and kissed her deeply.

The lips and teeth are intertwined, extremely intimate.

It was not the first time they kissed, but when Li Jun was in love, Zong Yue always felt a kind of torment of ice and fire.

His kiss was hot and intense, which was very different from his usual serious and rigid attitude.