That's right. Mo Jue, a famous international thief, was picked up by Li Yan, the second elder brother.

Mo Jue's original name is mo mo. he claims to have no father and no mother. He is a street boy on weekdays.

He should have never been to school, but he has no teacher to teach himself a lot.

Li Yan also tried to investigate his identity information, and finally found that he was a black household.

As for why he was picked up, it was because one time in a foreign country, he was holding a newly bought staff and planning to go back to the hotel to eat.

But as soon as he got out of the bakery, he received the news of the opening of the exhibition. He threw two sticks to Mo Jue, who was squatting on the side of the road and holding his cheek.

He thought he was a beggar.

In fact, Mo Jue is looking for a target, ready to steal two yuan to buy bread to eat.

As a result, the two Dharma sticks that Li Yan threw were just the delicious food she had been craving for a long time.

At that time, Mo Jue held the staff and looked at Li Yan standing against the light. He felt that he was more brilliant than the Savior who came down from the sky.

Since then, he has become a little follower of Li Yan.

Moreover, in later contact, Mo Jue found that Li Yan liked famous paintings, so he began to study his preferences.

As long as it's something the boss likes, he steals it all.

For example, in the supermarket, Li Yan picked up the chocolate and looked at it.

For example, on the shelf, Li Yan looked at Durex more because of curiosity.

At the beginning of stealing famous paintings, Li Yan stopped to look at an isolated collection of paintings in the MEDA Palace Museum. He watched it for a long time, and the more he saw it, the more he loved it. Finally, he sighed with dismay, "if this painting were mine, how good it would be."

So, at three o'clock in the middle of the night, Li Yan got up to go to the bathroom and accidentally found the painting in the bathtub of the hotel.

The mood at that moment is OK, but Li Yan always remembers the embarrassment of being scared to pee on the spot.

....

Five minutes later, Li Yan's mouth is dry.

Mo Jue was still holding a black cloth bag, standing in the same place, looking at him eagerly.

At this time, Li Yan, no matter what other people's reaction was, stood beside Li Qiao and hit her with his shoulder, "Qiao Qiao, would you like to reply?"

Li Qiao glances at him lightly, then looks sideways at Song Liao, "what are you going to do with it?"

Song Laoliu wiped his face and looked at Li Yan in a word. "Mr. Li, you are helping the tyrant."

Li Yan just about to nod, don't feel not happy, "don't you say my boss!"

"Shut up." Li Yan frowned and scolded. Mo Jue immediately said nothing.

Li Qiao lowered her eyelids, bent her fingers and wiped the tip of her nose, "has Interpol ever issued a red warrant for him?"

Song Liao sipped his lips and shook his head. "He is quite special in nature. The crime of theft was established, but he did not profit from it. I need to go back and discuss with the central bureau about how to deal with it."

For a moment, everyone looked at Mo Jue.

Li Yan is distracted to grasp the next hair, although the small Valet usually make him angry, but he went to steal painting just to please himself.

Thinking of this, Li Yan pulled Li Qiao's arm and pulled her to the corner of the rear display cabinet. "Qiao Qiao, it's my fault. He is still a child. Can you let your friend let him go this time? I will discipline him well in the future."

Children?

Mo Jue's age really doesn't look big, and

Li Qiao leans on the display cabinet and looks through the double-sided glass window. She is obviously at a loss. "How old is she?"

"Twenty three."

Li Qiao took her eyes back without expression. She was 23 years old. She was such a big child.

Li Yan see her face slightly heavy, flustered to step forward, "baby, if you really want to give an account, you let the surname song take me away."

Although he yelled and yelled at Mo Jue, it was his little Valet, who had been raised for a long time. If he was taken away, his life would be ruined.

Li Yansi came to think that this method was the most reliable. He sighed and turned to look at Mo Jue. "You don't see that she is 23 years old. In fact, she has the same temperament as a child.

When I met him two years ago, he couldn't even write, and he didn't remember a lot of things.

You ask them to take me away. I'll take care of the result. As for him You can keep it for me for a while

Li Qiao curved her lips with a smile, "do you like her?"

"What is it?" Li Yan was stunned and pointed to his nose, "do I look like a fag? "Ah?"

I see.

The second-hand dealer in her family has kept Mo Jue for more than two years, but she doesn't know that she is a girl?

It seems that They didn't even see Xia Siyu.

Mo Jue is very delicate. She has a palm face and apricot eyes, but her jaw line is angular, which adds a bit of heroism to her. With her short hair and thin body, it's true It's easy to be mistaken for a boy.

Li Qiao didn't reply to Li Yan directly. She took a deep look at him and walked around the display cabinet.She stood a few steps away from Mo Jue and picked the tip of her brow, "come with me."

"Why? Who are you Mo Jue asked with a stiff neck.

Then, Li Yan strides forward, slaps her on the back of the head, "she is your ancestor."

Mo Jue was beaten to stagger for a while, pouting at him a glance, "well well well, I know."

....

After a while, Li Qiao takes Mo Jue to a second bedroom collection room behind the display cabinet.

There are two valuable chairs in the corner of the room. Li Qiao takes a seat. As soon as she looks up, she can see that Mo Jue is still standing in the same place, holding Titian's painting all the time.

She motioned to the chair beside her, "sit down."

Mo Jue, holding the painting in his arms, took a small step back and shook his head busily. "No, no, ancestors, I'll just stand."

Li Qiao looks at the black cloth bag in her arms, tone is very light, "hold not tired?"

"Not tired." Don't feel like you have to answer every question. During the conversation, you obviously hold the painting tightly for a few minutes.

This is a painting for the boss. You can't put it down.

Li Qiao bent her arms to support the armrest of the chair, staring at Mo Jue, who looked innocently at her.

The eyes seemed to speak, clear and impeccable.

Li Qiao pressed down the smile of the corner of her mouth and knocked on the armrest with her fingertips. "You're a girl."

Mo Jue blinked, not nervous and guilty, but back to silence.

And silence is acquiescence.

"Is there a reason?" Li Qiao leered at her, with a gentle tone, neither questioning nor criticizing, more like ordinary chatting.

Don't feel the corners of your mouth wriggle and stop talking.

Li Qiao didn't urge her, but Po waited patiently for her to put down her guard.

After half a minute, Mo Jue finally lowered his head and murmured, "because this is the safest way. I was like this before I met the boss."

She has been living at the bottom of society all the year round. She knows how dirty the world is. In order to protect herself, she can only do so.

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