Listen to me, this drama looks like this..." The international director is really a drama nerd. He started to speak English as soon as he was excited. Finally, he seemed to realize something and said to Bo Jiu: "Ah, I forgot to speak Chinese, I will say it again."

Bo Jiu:...

Queen An covered her mouth and smiled. After all, Jiu's expression of helplessness and wanting to say something is so cute.

I really think I reached out to squeeze the white and clean little face.

Why isn't she her son?

But it's okay, marrying someone in is her family's family.

But she was a little worried about Mo'er.

She had never seen her son be so persistent about anyone, and she didn't know if this was good or bad...

The night outside the window became a little darker.

Qin Family Study Room.

Qin Mo's eyes were so deep that it was hard to see the temperature at all: "You mean she has been preparing to go abroad recently."

"Yes, young master." The special forces swiped the information found on the computer, and his voice was calm: "And I found that this young master is very smart. Although he is a high school student and is playing e-sports on the surface, this person has participated in many things. Even Fu Zhongyi and his father were plotted by him."

Qin Mo's tone was very indifferent: "It's bloody to take back what others stole, and Fu Zhongyi deserves to be plotted against."

Special Forces:...Ahem, how could he forget? The young master is obsessed with a boy who can't extricate himself. His wording should be better.

"The father of Jiu Shao is indeed not a thing. Ju said that he has also prepared some bad news about Jiu Shao and wants to reveal it at the shareholders' meeting in order to get the company in hand."

Upon hearing this, Qin Mo tapped his finger on the table: "What black material?"

"The photo of the Ninth Young Master confessing to the man before, or something." The special forces soldier actually didn't want to say this, after all, the boss's mood was really not good.

Sure enough, a lighter sound came from over there, and then there was no warm sound: "Who provided these photos, ask them to come out and talk."

Special forces know that ordinary young masters are not too friendly.

"What else did you find?" Qin Mo originally wanted to smoke, but when he turned his head and wanted to light it, he seemed to remember something. He frowned and threw the silver-white lighter back on the desk.

The special forces don't understand, the rest?

"there is none left."

Qin Mo raised his eyes: "Does she have any connection with Hitoshi Hoshino?"

"No." The special forces said it was certain. After all, the boss said from the beginning that this was the most important investigation direction: "The two people don't seem to have anything to do with each other."

It won't be OK.

The better you hide, the more you have a close relationship.

Hoshino Ichiro should be what that guy said.

Qin Mo never cared so much about the intersections of childhood.

Especially when that guy was sleeping, he was still chanting the other person's name.

Qin Mo's fingers stagnated, and his eyes were cold: "Why is she preparing to go abroad? Why?"

"It's strange that the mother of Jiu Shao didn't seem to know Jiu Shao had plans to go abroad." The last sentence was something that the special forces did not say easily.

But Qin Mo suddenly became deeper: "You mean you don't even know He Honghua?"

"Yes." The special forces took a look at the information display again.

Qin Mo's voice was heavier and colder than before: "Then how many days she plans to stay abroad?"

"This..." The special forces hesitated for a while before saying: "The Ninth Young Master has not booked a return ticket, and the return date should be undecided."

Return date is not yet determined?

When Qin Mo heard this word, the temperature in his whole body seemed to be pulled away. When his voice was transmitted to the ears of the special forces through his cell phone, he felt like he could fall into the ice pool: "It's not that she didn't book a return ticket, but she didn't plan to come back at all."

The special forces soldier beat him up. What does boss mean? When I wanted to ask something, the line had already been closed there, and I could vaguely hear the sound of something being thrown out.

The entire study room became darker with the sound.

Qin Mo's wrist was tied with a white bandage, which made him look less like he usually did, and he brought out the indifference of keeping people from thousands of miles away in his abstinence.

So far.

That guy never thought about having a future with him.

Even at this point, the same is true.

Qin Mo sat there, covering his hair, and the curve of the corners of his mouth was not a trace of smile.

A little pain in my wrist.

But he seemed to have no feeling.

It was not until Aunt Zhang came in and saw the broken white cloth that she exclaimed: "Young Master, your hand!"

Qin Mo then glanced at the side, reached out his hand, pulled the white cloth back to its original position, and then tightened, his voice was very light: "Is there anything wrong?"

Aunt Zhang noticed the chill on his young master and didn't know what was going on. She came over and picked up her phone and placed it on the table: "Mrs. Let me come in and tell the young master that the supper is ready and the young master is here too."

"I understand." Qin Mo seemed a little absent-minded and said one word, and then there was no further information.

However, when Aunt Zhang glanced over the table with her eyes, she paused: "Didn't the young master put this mask on the coffee table outside? Why is there one here?"

Qin Mo frowned: "The coffee table outside?"

"Yes, I just put it away for the young master. Don't the young master like this mask very much?"

Aunt Zhang is right. Qin Mo really likes this mask, not because it has something special, but because this mask was given to him by someone, so Qin Mo is a special treasure.

Of course, he is not as good as the electronic U-storage cigarette lighter, but basically he will put away the things Bo Jiu gave to Qin Mo, even if it is a black mask.

But Qin Mo remembered it very clearly that he had always kept this mask in the study and had never taken it out.

So what happened to the one Aunt Zhang looked at?

Qin Mo narrowed his eyes: "Aunt Zhang, where did you put your mask?"

"It's right on the coffee table, the young master didn't take it?" Aunt Zhang was incredible.

Qin Mo had already stood up and walked towards the living room, setting his head in the direction of the coffee table, his figure was very slender. Even though his wrist was still wrapped with a belt, the whiter it was, the more Qin Mo looked like a sick prince, and his handsomeness made people feel pity.

"Here?" Qin Mo asked Aunt Zhang.

Aunt Zhang nodded and said, "It's in the small square under the coffee table."

Hearing this, Qin Mo reached out and opened the secret wall. Then he moved his slender fingers, and another mask appeared in his palm.
Chapter completed!