Chapter 564 What Kind of Weird Boss Is This?

Chapter 564 What kind of weird boss is this?

Li Qiao and Mo Jue talked for about ten minutes. When the two walked out of the collection room again, they saw Li Yan staring blankly in place with a ghostly expression on his face.

Because just now, he knew that the apartment in Yashuyuan was actually pretty.

This fucking means that his little follower stole something to his sister, and it's like throwing himself into a trap.

That Titian painting...

Li Yan came back to his senses, and rushed to Li Qiao in one stride, "Honey, do you really have Titian's painting?"

Li Qiao twitched the corner of her mouth, and Mo Jue was already holding the painting and sent it over, "Boss, draw!"

Li Yan's eyes flickered, he grabbed the black cloth bag, went to the side to take a look, and Mo Jue followed behind him like a little tail.

At this time, the other four people all looked at Li Qiao in unison, waiting for her to speak.

Li Qiao leaned against the showcase next to her with one hand in her pocket, lowered her eyelids, and calmly said to Song Laoliu, "Don't think you can take it away."

Song Liao frowned instantly, his nose fluttered twice, turned around to look at Su Moshi and the others, and said surprisingly, "Did you see Mo Jue tonight?"

Xia Siyu was holding an inkstone in her hand, and when she heard the sound, she lowered her head and admired it, "Who is it?"

Seeing this, Shen Qingye directly opened the glass door of the showcase, and took out a small pistol to play with, "Liu Zi, why don't I understand what you are saying?"

The most calm one was Su Moshi. He pinched the center of his brows and turned his head out of the window, "I don't think I know him, but I seem to have seen Mr. Shang's car."

How could Li Qiao not understand their intentions, she smiled and walked to the window, leaned over and looked downstairs.

The night was thick and the light rain had not stopped. In the pattering rain, a Rolls Royce could be vaguely seen parked under the street lights.

Only one.

Because the distance is too far, it is not clear whether there is a logo on the body.

Li Qiao pursed her lips and retracted her gaze. After a moment of silence, she raised her head again, "Liu Liu, don't you want the principles anymore?"

Song Liao's simple and honest expression didn't fluctuate at all, like an upright and serious person, but what he said was quite slapping, "I only want it when I want it."

It's just that he didn't feel anything, he didn't do anything harmful, and he was Li Qiao's second brother's side.

Letting him go has nothing to do with principles, but just not wanting to embarrass their cubs.

At this time, Li Qiao came to Song Liao, looked into his piercing eyes, and stood firm, "Take her away, you have to give Interpol and the major museums an explanation."

"Cub..."

Li Qiao raised her palm and interrupted him, "Don't worry, I have my own arrangements. She made a mistake and has to bear some consequences."

Song Laoliu was stubborn and defensive. He had a stern face and a deep tone, "What she has done is not even a thousandth of what we did at the border."

Li Qiao smiled casually, "That's different, outside of the law, no one cares about us. If you don't take her away today, there is no guarantee that other Interpol will continue to track Mo Jue's whereabouts in the future. At that time, it will not be so easy to help her."

"This..." Song Liao hesitated, because what she said really made sense.

"Take her away first. For other things, I will tell you how to do it after you return to Interpol."

Song Laoliu hesitated again and again, but finally nodded in agreement.

In this way, Mo Jue, an international habitual criminal, completely disappeared into this legend from this day on.

Of course, the moment Mo Jue was taken away by Song Liao, she was crying while holding Li Yan's arm.

At one point he told the boss to eat well, at another point he begged the boss with tears in his eyes not to forget her, and even quietly told Li Yan that he would write down everything he liked in a small notebook and must wait for her to come back.

Mo Jue knew that he would come back, but Li Yan... didn't know.

He was still holding Titian's posthumous painting in his hand, and looking down at Mo Jue, who looked like an unwanted child, felt very uncomfortable, and even Titian's paintings didn't smell good anymore.

Li Yan pursed his thin lips, and looked at Li Qiao with pleading eyes, "Qiaoqiao, let me..."

Li Qiao gave him an indifferent look, cold and heartless.

Li Yan didn't dare to say any more, for the first time in his life, he raised his hand and rubbed it on the top of Mo Jue's head instead of hitting the back of Mo Jue's head.

Then, with the hoarseest voice, he said the most gentle words, "Go in and make a good change, come out and start a new life. The boss is waiting for you."

Mo Jue looked up at him with tears in his eyes, grabbed his suit jacket tightly with his fingers, and whispered with his face up: "Boss, it's a deal."

Five Frontier Sons: "..."

What kind of weird boss and weird follower is this?

Li Yan sighed heavily, turned his face away, and waved his hands, "Let's go."

Mo Jue turned around step by step, with a face full of reluctance, "Boss, wait for me, you must wait for me." Wait for me to come back and continue to steal things for you.

She didn't dare to say the last sentence, for fear that her ancestors would reprimand her.

Not long after, Song Laoliu greeted several other people, and left Yashu Garden with Mo Jue first.

The strange thing is that the eccentric Mo Jue suddenly became very well-behaved, and did not run away, but followed Song Liao.

Su Laosi also stepped forward to Li Qiao at the right time and said, "Then we will go back first, and you should rest early, and we will talk about other things tomorrow."

"Um."

Su Moshi and others left Yashu Garden one after another. Li Qiao took out her phone and looked at it. It was already three o'clock in the middle of the night.

She raised her eyelids and looked at the dazed second brother, "Go home tomorrow, I have something to tell you."

Li Yan held the picture frame and nodded, the smile on the corner of his mouth restrained a lot, "Momo he..."

Li Qiao answered irrelevantly, "There are more than a dozen paintings in the collection room, take whatever you like."

After that, she lifted her foot and walked out the door.

In the huge apartment building, Li Yan was the only one left standing there holding the painting and began to appreciate it carefully.

Titian, the representative writer of the Venetian School, is one of the most talented painters, and his little follower is the most talented thief, bar none.

He was obviously recalling Titian's life, but all that popped up in his mind was Mojue.

...

Outside the Yashuyuan apartment building, Li Qiao stood under the rain corridor, looking at the dark sky and slowly stretched out her hand.

The rain has stopped, and there is still a hint of coolness in the fresh air.

In the parking lot ahead on the right, a short whistle sounded.

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows and looked, under the dim street lights, there was a person sitting in the cab of the Rolls Royce.

The windshield in front of the car was covered with water droplets, and the shadowy light leaked into the car, but the other party's face could not be seen clearly.

Li Qiao seemed to be drawn, she walked down the steps and approached the car step by step.

The wiper was turned on, and the water droplets fell one by one. In the gradually clear vision, Shang Yu was sitting in the driver's cab, holding the steering wheel with one hand and propping his forehead with the other, looking at her leisurely.