Chapter 710 Boss, Do You Miss Me?

Chapter 710 Boss, do you miss me?

Mojue's clear and wronged voice made Li Yan's heart tremble, but he couldn't tell what it was like, it was weird anyway.

Then--

Li Yan grabbed her back collar, forcibly pulled her away from his arms, and patted the back of her head gently, "Stand up for me."

I haven't seen you for a while, why did the little follower become sticky?

I don't know who I learned from, but I dare to hug him.

Two old men hugging each other, is it plausible? !

Mo Jue was pulled away by him, and he was not angry, and walked two steps forward with a smile, grabbed Li Yan's windbreaker, raised his head and smiled brightly, "Boss, do you miss me?"

Li Yan rolled his throat, looked down at the little Mo Jue, who was holding his clothes with one hand, and clenched his small fist nervously with the other, especially those dark almond eyes, which were shining brightly, and he could see clearly in his eyes. to see his reflection.

My heart, just like that, was hit a bit, and it was sore.

Li Yan caressed Mo Jue's head in a gesture of smoothing the pet's hair, until now he didn't realize that she was so short, her stature could reach the position of his chest.

Xu Shimojue always hung behind him like a little tail, so that Li Yan never noticed her height.

So, he glanced around, smiled and joked, "Why are you so short, are you 1.5 meters?"

The joy of reuniting after a long absence was shattered by the shock.

Mo Jue bit the corner of his mouth, tiptoed quietly, and raised his chin in a lack of confidence, "I'm 1.55 meters, rounded to 1.8 meters."

Well, he was still familiar with Mo Jue.

Li Yan was actually very happy, but he still put on the airs of the boss, threw off the windbreaker, put his hands in his pockets, and puffed out his chest, "Come on, tell me, where has my sister hidden you these days?"

After a while, Mo Jue dragged Li Yan to the parasol by the lake to sit down, looked around, then ran up to the bodyguard, gesticulating while talking, the bodyguard twitched the corner of his mouth, nodded and replied in a low voice.

Li Yan looked at this scene with his legs raised, his thick eyebrows frowned, feeling uncomfortable.

He could see that the bodyguard's posture was very respectful, with a smile in his eyes, which even made Li Yan read a kind of pampering.

Will your bodyguard play too much?

How did Li Yan know that during the time Mo Jue stayed in the manor, he had already become friends with many bodyguards and servants.

Everyone knows that she has a very close relationship with Madam, and... Luo Yu even called her Miss Mo.

Not long after, Mo Jue went back under the parasol, scratched his fingers and said awkwardly: "Boss, the front yard has been sealed off, and we may have to live somewhere else for a few days."

Li Yan narrowed his eyes, "What happened to the front yard?"

Mo Jue waved his hand, his tone was very relaxed, "It's nothing serious, it seems that a batch of ammunition was found in the kitchen."

Li Yan: "..."

A good one is no big deal.

Just like that, Li Yan didn't have time to visit the interior of Piper Manor, and was dragged into the car by Mo Jue within five minutes.

The bodyguard drove away from the backyard, and headed towards the city according to the address Li Qiao provided him.

In the car, Mo Jue confessed his previous encounters like a machine gun.

Li Yan narrowed his eyes to examine Mo Jue, thoughtfully, "Why is my sister treating you so well?"

Not only can she escape the Interpol's accountability, but she also has a new identity.

The pretty in his impression was surprisingly lazy, so she can meddle in other people's business?

Mo Jue pursed his lips, his eyes rolled around, bad, seeing the boss getting carried away, he seemed to have said too much.

Li Yan smiled dangerously, grabbed her ear, and asked sinisterly: "What did you do to my Qiaoqiao?"

Feeling the pain, he wrinkled his face and grabbed his wrist, "It hurts, boss, it hurts."

Li Yan let go of her ears, stretched her collar, leaned against the back of the chair and raised Erlang's legs, and warned arrogantly: "Be more honest in the future, Qiaoqiao will help you for my sake, remember Thanks, you know?"

"I know." Mo Jue nodded excitedly, "Boss, I found you a painting, it seems to be Monet's."

Li Yan pretended to cough deeply, and squinted at Mo Jue, "Did you forget what I said?"

Mo Jue grabbed the hem of his clothes with both hands, and moved forward, "Oh, it wasn't stolen, it belonged to Lord Yan's family, and the ancestor said he gave it to me."

Li Yan licked the corner of his mouth, and two seconds later, he suddenly lowered his head and leaned towards Mo Jue, "Is it really Monet's?"

Front row bodyguard: "..."

On the way to the apartment, he watched with his own eyes the two heads in the back seat gathered together to discuss various famous paintings in the attic of the manor.

During the period, Mo Jue took out a small book and handed it to Li Yan as if offering a treasure.

He had never seen such a dishonest boss in his life.

...

On the other side, the Parma Police Headquarters.

Sitting in the interrogation room, Qin Song kept drinking water from a water glass. He stared at the calm and indifferent man opposite him from the corner of his eye, with a look of lovelessness on his face.

Sitting next to him were two investigators from the security department, their faces were equally grim.

Due to the special nature of the case, the three of Li Qiao were forced to undergo investigation separately.

Qin Song cleared his throat, and opened the evidence files on the table. There were a lot of photos of weapons in the manor just now.

He put the photos forward and asked meaningfully: "Mr. Shang, did you know about these weapons in the kitchen in advance?"

Shang Yu leaned against the back of the chair, crossed his legs, rubbed his fingertips with his arms resting on the armrest, and his thin lips turned slightly when he heard the sound, "En."

Qin Song scratched his hair and wrote the word 'um' on the transcript.

He also asked with guidance: "Where is the way to buy weapons?"

As long as he can provide a purchase license, he has a way to help him reverse the case.

Then, Shang Yu looked up at Qin Song, his low-mellow voice was rich and magnetic, "Made by our own brand."

Qin Song looked at him expressionlessly: "..."

At this time, the security bureau personnel next to him knocked on the table, "Does your factory have a license for research and production of weapons and equipment?"

The man gave him a stern look, hooked his thin lips, and remained indifferent.

This situation is no surprise to them.

The interrogation has lasted for half an hour. Except for Qin Song's question, he will cooperate to answer it, and Shang Yu has always turned a deaf ear to the other two's questions.

And Li Qiao next door, with the same uncooperative attitude, made the interrogating police officer very confused.

As for Wei Lang, he was very cooperative. He not only handed over the gun, but also disassembled all the parts of the gun. Pointing to the serial number on the accessories, he said meaningfully: "This is the production serial number. I hope it will be helpful to you."

The policeman left with a bunch of gun parts, and reported all the records of the three people level by level.

Before noon, the production number of the firearm was found out, and it came from the Palma Military Factory.

The police officers of the police headquarters, including Qin Song, were all stunned.

In the conference room of the police station in the afternoon, the principals of the General Administration, the Security Department, the Customs Department, and the Anti-Smuggling Department formed a task force and sat around the room.