Outright Favoritism

  Chapter 968 Helping to write a review

  The mother and daughter were silent for a few seconds, and then they spoke again, "Momo, your father and him..."

  It is true that the two people in the night party here are Yin Mo and Yin Mu.

   Yin Mo sighed in a daze, "Mom, let him do whatever he wants. Now that he is still loyal to Childman, what else can I say."

   "Momo, no, your dad already..."

   Before Yin's mother could finish speaking, Yin Mo suddenly heard an extremely small noise.

  She narrowed her eyes vigilantly, and pushed Mother Yin to the dark side of the Buddhist hall, "Who?"

   Yin mother put on her veil in a hurry, looked at Yin Mo deeply, and turned back along the path.

  She can't give up trouble to Momo anymore, knowing that she is not dead is already a blessing in misfortune.

  After Mother Yin left, Yin Mo picked up the tray from her feet, put on the veil, and walked out with a low eyebrow.

  Fortunately, she is still wearing the clothes of a waiter.

  Yin Mo was not sure if there was someone just now. She walked around the Buddhist niche outside the temple, holding the tray with her head down and walking forward skillfully.

   Then, someone laughed and said: "Where are you going with the air?"

  Yin Mo suddenly stopped, and the originally tense nerves relaxed involuntarily.

  At the round table in front of the Buddha Hall, He Chen tilted Erlang's legs and squinted at her with one hand on his forehead.

   Yin Mo put down the tray with his hands down, his tone was flat, "Why didn't you leave?"

  "Who would I have a private meeting with?" He Chen asked as he got up, and walked to Yin Mo in two steps, his eyes were full of disgust and fell on the corner of her eyebrows, "It's **** ugly."

  Yin Mo's eyebrows exposed outside the veil are very ordinary because of the disguise. It is difficult to recognize her at a glance when she changes to an unfamiliar person.

  He Chen reached out and poked her eyebrows, Yin Mo turned her face away, and said indifferently, "You don't need to look."

   "What to hide?" He Chen hooked his finger and pulled her veil off, then lifted Yin Mo's chin, glanced at it carefully, and then put her veil on again with no words.

  Spicy eyes.

  Yin Mo has long been accustomed to He Chen’s different brain circuits from ordinary people. She tidied her veil and asked with frowning: "You come to me?"

  He Chen scanned her up and down, his tongue pressed against his cheek, "Otherwise, I should find you...Mom?"

  Yin Mo looked distraught and forgot to answer for a while.

  He Chen clamped her chin under the veil, leaned over and pulled her closer, “I was so careless once I died, and I chose to meet in such a place because I was afraid that others would not know that your mother had secretly left the British emperor?”

   Yin Mo's breath condensed slightly, feeling He Chen's tobacco-scented breath spraying on his cheeks, as if even the veil began to heat up.

  She waved He Chen's hand, and took a small step back, "It's all arranged in advance. No one will come except you."

  "Want to say that I am more nosy?" He Chen narrowed his eyes dangerously, pulled down her veil again, and pressed down her handsome face for a word, "Come on, you say it again."

  The distance between the two is too close, and the lips are close at hand.

   Yin Mo's eyelashes trembled lightly, trying to push him away, but hesitated and did not move.

  The eyes of the two people met, and just as He Chen was about to quench his thirst with a kiss, the bushes rustled next to him.

  He Chen bent his arms to block Yin Mo behind him, and in the next second he raised his foot and moved forward.

  Then, the arm was hugged.

   Yin Mo held He Chen’s arm, raised his face, and whispered, “It’s just a cat.”

   "Cat?" He Chen raised his eyebrows wildly, looking at the bushes, cold eyes intertwined.

  How old a cat can crush a bush?

  He Chen pushed Yin Mo's hand away, intending to step forward to find out.

  Myanmar’s national cabinet, no one dares to make trouble here, but it is not ruled out that some people will do something secretly.

  He Chen continued to pace towards the bushes. Seeing this, Yin Mo grabbed his hand and said, "I said it was a cat. I ran away a long time ago."

   "Really?" He Chen's handsome face has slowly turned cold, he calmly looked at Yin Mo, the temperature in his eyes continued to drop, "Male cat?"

   Yin Mo: "..."

  She knew that He Chen was misunderstood, so she had to soften her tone and calm down her voice, “He is Qiao Qiao who arranged to protect me. He is controlling the surveillance around here. If you pull him out, the surveillance shielding will fail.”

  He Chen thinks this explanation is perfect, but it is too perfect and it is not credible.

  In the bottom of everyone's heart, there are secrets hidden in the dark, especially men like He Chen, who have encountered betrayals and are extremely sensitive to certain things.

  He looked at Yin Mo for an instant, trying to see some clues in her eyes.

  But in the end, there was nothing.

  Trust and doubt are often just between thoughts. After all, he did not step forward, but returned along the same path.

  Yin Mo was stunned for two seconds, and hurriedly followed in He Chen's footsteps, "He is really not an outsider, and Qizai forbids him to show up in the Cabinet House."

  He Chen didn't speak, his pace was getting faster and faster. In the end, Yin Mo couldn't keep up with him, so he could only trot behind him.

  Yin Mo didn't know why he had to explain to him, maybe because he was worried about misunderstanding, which would affect Qiaoqiao's arrangement.

  She thought, it should be like this.

  ……

   This night, although He Chen didn't say a word, he still took Yin Mo back to the apartment.

  And near the banks of the Maine River, far away from the downtown area, there was an old-fashioned fight.

   At ten thirty in the evening, in the middle of the Maine River, a luxury yacht parked.

  The upper deck was brightly lit, the music was deafening, and Shen Qingye danced uncoordinatedly.

  Song Liao held his chopsticks and knocked on the crystal cup to accompany him, while Yun Li and Su Mo drank occasionally with the wine glasses.

  In the lower cabin, Li Qiao puts her legs on the coffee table, and the skirt is tugging on the ground, poking her phone intently, looking very busy.

  She was still typing, and a phone call suddenly popped in.

  Seeing the caller ID, Li Qiao connected and pressed hands-free, then returned to the WeChat page and continued to poke the screen.

   "There are three cars driving towards the Maine River. Also, you pay attention to the upper sky area. A radar scan found that there are small drones near your cruise ship."

  At this time, Xia Siyu, who was sitting next to Li Qiao, fell into deep thought.

  Overhead area, radar scanning, drones...

  These words will actually come out of Wu Minmin’s mouth? !

  Is she really just a senior engineer who builds cars? !

  Li Qiao responded, and the work of restoring the news kept on asking, “Is the drone military or ordinary?”

   "Of course it's ordinary." Wu Minmin snorted, "I have a full set of numbers for military drones. Who dares to open a military drone to trouble you, I will blow him down first."

  Li Qiao said, "Share the real-time radar picture of the drone with me."

"It's in your system." There was a keyboard sound from the earpiece, and Wu Minmin murmured again: "Qiaoqiao, I didn't urge you, or just ask casually. That...when can you help me review Finished?"

  　6000, good night, ask for monthly ticket.

  (End of this chapter)