Chapter 563 What a Big Child

Chapter 563 What a Big Child

That's right, the internationally famous thief Mo Jue was picked up by the second elder brother Li Yan by accident.

Mo Jue's original name was Mo Mo, and he claimed to have no father or mother. He was just a street gangster on weekdays.

He should have never been to school, but he learned many things without a teacher.

Li Yan also tried to investigate his identity information, but found out that he was a criminal.

As for why he was picked up, it was because one time on the streets of a foreign country, he was planning to go back to the hotel to eat with a freshly bought baguette in his hand.

But as soon as he walked out of the bakery, he accidentally received news of the opening of the painting exhibition, and he threw two baguettes to Mo Jue, who was squatting on the side of the road and resting his chin in a daze.

He thought he was a beggar.

In fact, Mo Jue was looking for a target, and was going to steal two yuan to buy bread.

In the end, the two baguettes Li Yan threw happened to be the delicacies she had been craving for a long time.

At that time, Mo Jue looked at Li Yan who was standing against the light with his stick in his arms, and felt that he was more radiant than the savior who descended from the sky.

From then on, he became Li Yan's little follower.

Not only that, but in the later contacts, Mo Jue discovered that Li Yan liked famous paintings, so he began to study his preferences.

As long as the boss likes things, he will steal them all back.

For example, in the supermarket, Li Yan casually picked up the chocolate that he had a look at.

For example, on the shelf, Li Yan took a few extra glances at Durex out of curiosity.

The beginning of stealing famous paintings was in the Muda Palace Museum. Li Yan stopped to look at an orphaned painting. How nice it would be."

So, at three o'clock in the middle of the night, Li Yan got up to go to the bathroom at night, and accidentally found this painting in the bathtub of the hotel.

It doesn't matter to talk about the mood at that moment, but Li Yan will always remember the embarrassment of being scared to pee on the spot.

...

Five minutes passed, and Li Yan's mouth was parched.

Mo Jue was still holding the black cloth bag, standing there and looking at him eagerly.

At this time, Li Yan didn't care about the reactions of the others, and stood beside Li Qiao, bumping her with his shoulder, "Qiaoqiao, what do you say?"

Li Qiao glanced at him lightly, then turned to Song Liao, "What are you going to do?"

Song Laoliu wiped his face and looked at Li Yan incomprehensibly, "Mr. Li, you are helping the evildoers."

Just as Li Yan was about to nod his head, he felt unhappy, "You are not allowed to call me my boss!"

"Shut up." Li Yan frowned and scolded, Mo Jue immediately fell silent.

Li Qiao lowered her eyelids, and rubbed her nose with her fingers, "Has Interpol issued a red warrant for him?"

Song Liao pursed his lips and shook his head, "His nature is quite special. He was convicted of theft, but he did not benefit from it. I need to go back and discuss it with the Central Bureau."

For a moment, everyone looked at Mo Jue.

Li Yan scratched his hair even more distractedly. Although this little follower always made him angry, he only went to steal the painting to please himself.

Thinking of this, Li Yan pulled Li Qiao by the arm and pulled her to the corner of the rear showcase, "Qiao Qiao, I'm to blame for this, he's still a child, can you ask your friend to let him go this time, I will definitely be good in the future Discipline him."

child?

Mo Jue's age does not seem very old, and...

Li Qiao leaned on the showcase, looked through the double-sided glass window at Mo Jue, who was obviously at a loss, "How old is she?"

"twenty-three."

Li Qiao withdrew her gaze expressionlessly. Twenty-three years old is such a big kid.

Li Yan saw that her face was gloomy, and took a step forward in a panic, "Baby, if you really want to give me an explanation, you can let the surname Song take me away."

Although he shouted and shouted at Mo Jue, but in the end he was his little follower, a half-grown child, who was really taken away, and his life would be ruined.

After thinking about it, Li Yansi felt that this method was the most reliable, he sighed, turned his head to look at Mo Jue, "Don't look at her twenty-three years old, her heart is about the same as that of a child.

When I met him two years ago, he couldn't even write and couldn't remember many things.

You let them take me away, and I will suffer the result. As for him...you can help me raise him for a while. "

Li Qiao curled her lips with a half-smile, "Do you like her?"

"What the hell?" Li Yan pointed at his nose dumbfounded, "Do I look like a gay guy? Huh?"

Understood.

The second-hand dealer in her family has raised Mo Jue for more than two years, and he doesn't even know that she is a girl?

It seems... Even Xia Siyu and the others didn't notice it.

Mo Jue looks very delicate, with a slapped face and almond eyes, but her jaw line is sharp and angular, which adds a bit of heroism to her. With short hair and a thin figure, it is indeed... easy to be mistaken for a boy.

Li Qiao didn't reply to Li Yan directly, but took a deep look at him, then walked around the showcase.

Standing a few steps away from Mo Jue, she raised her eyebrows, "Come with me."

"Why? Who are you?" Mo Jue asked stiffly, poking his neck.

Then, Li Yan strode forward and slapped her on the back of the head, "She is your ancestor."

Mo Jue staggered from being beaten, pouted and glanced at him, "Okay, okay, I see."

...

Not long after, Li Qiao brought Mo Jue to a collection room transformed from a second bedroom behind the showcase.

There were two expensive grand master chairs in the corner of the room. Li Qiao sat down, and when she looked up, she saw that Mo Jue was still standing where she was, holding Titian's painting in her hand.

She gestured to the teacher's chair beside her, "Sit down."

Holding the painting, Mo Jue took a small step back, shaking his head hastily, "Nothing, ancestor, I can just stand."

Li Qiao looked at the black cloth bag in her arms, and said softly, "Aren't you tired from holding it?"

"I'm not tired." Mo Jue answered every question, and obviously hugged the painting tightly while speaking.

This is a painting for the boss and cannot be put down.

Li Qiao leaned on the armrest of the grand teacher's chair with her arms bent, staring at Mo Jue with burning eyes, while the latter looked at her innocently.

Those eyes seemed to speak, clear and flawless.

Li Qiao suppressed the smile on the corner of her mouth, and tapped on the armrest with her fingertips, "You are a girl, right?"

Mo Jue blinked, not nervous or guilty, but returned silent.

And silence is the default.

"Is there a reason?" Li Qiao squinted at her, her tone was calm, not questioning or harsh, more like ordinary chatting.

Mojue's mouth twitched, hesitant to speak.

Li Qiao didn't urge her, Po patiently waited for her to put down her guard.

After half a minute, Mo Jue finally lowered his head and murmured, "Because this is the safest way. I was like this before I met the boss."

She has been surviving at the bottom of society all year round, knowing how dirty the world is, and she can only do this in order to protect herself.