Chapter 702: Lu Mian's Confidence Is Wholesale

The air seemed to be suddenly emptied.

Mo Si was spinning around, and it took a while before he spoke with difficulty: "Master Mo, are you with Miss Lu?"

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Mo Fan, who was eating melons in the front row, twitched twice with his face paralyzed.

Mo Strontium on the phone?

Why are you crying like that?

No wonder he didn't hear it.

Xiao Qimo opened the public release, and when he put down the phone receiver, he folded his hands in front of his chest.

He just stood here quietly, giving people a strong sense of oppression invisibly, even though he was still thousands of miles away, separated by telephone lines.

"I heard that you made up a lot of text messages and sent them to me." The gentle man said lightly, "You also plan to confess to Lu Mian and fool me."

He didn't even need to read those text messages to know what they were about.

"..."

Do you know what it means to be ashamed?

Do you know what a slap in the face is?

Mo Strontium is now.

Reporting Miss Lu's itinerary on time every day like the real thing, it turns out that these two big guys are getting tired of being together. Those text messages that he had racked his brains so vividly that he almost believed them were all jokes now.

He even discussed with Ms. Lu not to go out of her way...

So, it was Mo Fan who answered the phone before?

Why did the voice become so bearish?

It sounded familiar to him, but he didn't dare to recognize it.

"Master Mo... I said that I was forced, do you believe me?" The humble Mo Si begged online.

Believe it or not, does it matter?

Xiao Qimo interrupted him mercilessly: "I have nothing to do with Lu Mian, and I can't cure you?"

Someone has to pay for this matter, and that person is not Lu Mian, it can only be someone else.

Mo Si's heart sank even more.

It's over, it's over, he's over.

Goodbye mom, I'm going on a long voyage tonight.

"Master Mo, I... I was wrong..." The three people here could hear Mo Si's desire to survive overflowing the phone receiver.

Mo Fan silently lighted the wax for him.

If he violated Master Mo's taboo, even Immortal Da Luo could not save him.

Just when Xiao Qimo was thinking about where to assign Mo Sifa, Lu Mian stared at Xiao Qimo speechlessly, with a rather rigid tone.

"Director Qi, don't scare him." Lu Mian frowned, "You have already given Mo Si to me,

He is mine now. "

Xiao Qimo: ...

"Mianmian, I haven't done anything yet!"

"So, here's a reminder."

The domineering girl cut off Xiao Qimo's flames neatly, and turned her head to comfort Mo Si: "Mo Si, it's okay."

Without Xiao Qimo's personal consent, Mo Si couldn't believe it, but Master Mo didn't open his mouth. Under this kind of pressure, he didn't dare to take the initiative to speak.

Lu Mian narrowed her eyes and glanced at Xiao Qimo.

Xiao Qimo received the signal hinted by her, with a dark face, he reluctantly said: "This is not an example."

"yeah?"

Mo Fan: This, is this the end of the matter?

"Thank you, Miss Lu, thank you, Master Mo!" Mo Si was happy, a big stone fell in his heart, and Lu Mian seemed to be able to hear the sound of his jumping feet.

"By the way, Miss Lu, the old man said he would come to Wucheng to look for you in two days, what should we do?!"

"Master?"

Xiao Qimo frowned, "It should be my grandfather. Why did he go to Wucheng again?"

Lu Mian knew that Xiao Qimo had a good relationship with his grandfather, and told Mo Si: "Then you entertain Grandpa Xiao first, and I will hurry back as soon as possible."

Xiao Qimo shook his head, "No need to entertain, it's not the first time he has gone."

The man paused, remembered something, and added slowly: "He has other things to do when he goes to Wucheng, and he probably won't see you until he's done."

Lu Mian snorted.

"But Miss Lu..." Mo Si over there opened his mouth again, "The old man sent me a calligraphy copybook, and he said it was carefully compiled for you. No other fans have it, but you have it. You must would really like..."

"Fans..." Xiao Qimo twitched the corner of his mouth.

Wasn't it Lu Mian who accurately found the old man's works from a pile of calligraphy and paintings back then? He really knew how to put gold on his face. Lu Mian is just smarter, not his fan.

Lu Mian has one and only one idol, and that is W.

"Don't pay attention to him." Xiao Qimo would not let his daughter-in-law climb the wall, nor would his grandfather.

It's fine if the stinky old man doesn't help him bring his wife home, and he only cares about developing his own offline and grabbing his fans.

Who can bear this grievance?

Lu Mian was a little dumbfounded, this matter was a bit of a misunderstanding, but the other party was Director Qi's grandfather and the elder of the Xiao family, of course Lu Mian would not neglect.

"Or, just take it as me."

As she said so, she made a decision: "Mo Si, help me put away Grandpa Xiao's copybook. Then...you take a photo of the copybook and send it to my email. I will study it during this time."

"Okay!" Mo Si happily hung up the phone.

Xiao Qimo protested: "You are obviously not my grandpa's fan, you said that your idol is only me..."

Lu Mian tilted her head, as if she was thinking of a solution, and she spoke very seriously after a while.

"How about... I turn your grandpa into a fan of mine?"

Mo Fan, the melon-eating crowd with a paralyzed face, almost burst out laughing, turning a generation of calligraphy and painting masters into his fans, is Ms. Lu's self-confidence wholesale?

"..."

Xiao Qimo gave a thumbs up in admiration, Lu Mian's brain circuit is powerful!

"Then practice your handwriting well, I look forward to seeing that old man fanciing you."

However, this time it might be really difficult...

Lu Mian solemnly agreed, "I will work hard."

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Xiao Qimo regained his professionalism and was finally willing to devote part of his energy to solving the case.

Everyone in the office welcomed the spring and immediately got busy following his instructions. Xiao Qimo also re-planned the direction of the investigation. One-third of the team followed the previous plan, and the remaining two-thirds of the team focused on the investigation of the holographic projection.

Everyone understands that the focus is still on the latter.

Even if the suspicious spy message appeared, everyone temporarily let go of their worries and took active actions.

Xiao Qimo knew in his heart that his decision had nothing to do with Lu Mian or the spy's information, it was a hypothesis he had reasoned out a long time ago.

After two days of busy work, everyone has gained something.

That evening, Wang Zhiqi came to Lu Mian's room and asked them to have a small gathering in the restaurant.

"Where's Mr. Qi? Are you in there?"

Mo Bao pursed his lips, "Yes. Master Mo is practicing calligraphy with Miss Lu."

"Miss Lu practicing handwriting?" Wang Zhiqi shook her body, "She is a tough girl who walks wildly, can she be stable?"

Mo Fan said he didn't know.

After Wang Zhiqi knocked on the door, he saw pens, inks, papers and inkstones spread out on the desk, and Mr. Lu was holding a brush in a dignified manner.

He didn't take it seriously, and smiled, "Miss Lu, Mr. Qi, let's go to the restaurant to have dinner together. Captain Dyne said that everyone has worked hard these two days, let's have a little gathering!"

At some point, the highly respected Xiao Qimo was subconsciously ranked behind Lu Mian by everyone.

Lu Mian calmly made the last stroke, and went out with Xiao Qimo.

Passing Sikong Jian's room, Wang Zhiqi respectfully invited the boss out again.

Si Kongjian, who calmed down after reflection, greeted Lu Mian, his phoenix eyes were filled with enthusiasm, and he politely and proactively extended his hand to Xiao Qimo.

"Mr. Qi, good evening."

Xiao Qimo's eyes fell deeply on the hand of his love rival, his breath froze, and he narrowed his eyes.

Ah.