Li Qiao and Mo Jue talked for about ten minutes. When they came out of the collection room again, they saw Li Yan's face was in the same place.

Because just now, he knew that the apartment in yashuyuan was beautiful.

It means that his little fellow stole something from his sister, which is like falling into a trap.

The picture of Titian

Li Yan returned to his senses and rushed to Li Qiao with an arrow. "Baby, do you really have Titian's paintings?"

Li Qiao left the corner of her mouth, and Mo Jue had already sent the painting to her, "boss, draw!"

Li Yan's eyes twinkle. He grabs the black cloth bag and goes to one side to open it. Mo Jue follows him like a little tail.

At this time, the other four people are looking at Li Qiao, waiting for her to speak.

Li Qiao put one hand pocket against the side of the display cabinet, drooped her eyelids, quietly said to song Laoliu: "don't feel you take it."

Song Liao instantly frowned, his nose fluttered, looked back at Su Mo Shi and others, and said, "did you see Mo Jue tonight?"

Xia Siyu was holding an inkstone in her hand. Hearing this, she lowered her head to appreciate, "who is mo Jue?"

Seeing this, Shen Qingye directly opened the glass door of the display cabinet and found a small pistol to play with. "Liuzi, how can I not understand what you said?"

When Su Mo was the most calm, he pinched his eyebrows and turned his head out of the window. "I don't know, but I seem to see Mr. Shang's car."

How could Li Qiao not understand their intention? She went to the window with a smile and looked downstairs.

The night is thick, light rain does not stop, in the patter of rain, vaguely can see the street lamp, a Rolls Royce.

Only one.

Because the distance is too far, I can't see whether there is a logo on the car body.

Li Qiao pursed the corners of her mouth and took back her sight. She was silent and raised her head again. "Old six, don't you want any principles?"

Song Liao's simple and honest expression does not have any fluctuation. He looks like an upright man, but what he says is that he slaps his face, "I want it when I want it."

It's just a Mo Jue. He didn't do anything hurtful. He's the second elder brother of Li Qiao.

Let him go has nothing to do with principles, just don't want to embarrass their cubs.

At this time, Li Qiao came to Song Liao and looked at his bright eyes. She stood firm and said, "take her away. You always have to give an account to Interpol and major museums."

"Zizai..."

Li Qiao raised her palm and interrupted him, "don't worry, I have my own arrangement. She has to bear some consequences for her mistakes. "

Song Laoliu is stubborn and defends his weaknesses. He has a straight face and a heavy tone. "What she has done, even one thousandth of what we have done at the border, can't match."

Li Qiao casually smile, "that's different, outside the law, pierced the day, no one cares about us. If you don't take her today, it's hard to guarantee that no other Interpol will continue to track Mo Jue's whereabouts in the future. By then, it won't be so easy to help her. "

"This..." Song Liao hesitated because what she said was really reasonable.

"You take her first. I'll tell you what to do when you go back to Interpol."

Song Laoliu hesitated and finally nodded his head.

In this way, Mo Jue, the international recidivist, completely disappeared from this legend.

Of course, the moment Mo Jue is taken away by Song Liao, she holds Li Yan's arm and tears.

One day, he told his boss to have a good meal. Another day, he tearfully asked his boss not to forget her. He even quietly told Li Yan that he would write down everything he likes in his notebook and wait for her to come back.

Mo Jue knows that he will come back, but Li Yan hear nothing of.

He was still carrying Titian's painting in his hand. Looking down at Mo, he felt like a child nobody wanted. He was very uncomfortable. Even Titian's painting didn't smell good.

Li Yan thin lips tight pursed, eyes with pray to look at Li Qiao, "Qiao Qiao, let me..."

Li Qiao gave him a cold look, cold and heartless.

Li Yan did not dare to say more. For the first time in his life, he raised his hand and rubbed it on her head instead of hitting Mo Jue on the back of his head.

Then, with the most hoarse voice, he said the most gentle words, "go in and make a good transformation, come out and be a new man. The boss is waiting for you

Mo Jue looked up at him with tears in his eyes. His fingers tightened his suit and coat. He raised his face and whispered: "boss, you are so handsome."

Frontier Wuzi

What kind of boss and valet is this?

Li Yan heavily sighed tone, don't open a face, waved a hand, "go."

Don't feel a step back, face not give up, "boss, wait for me, you must wait for me." I'll keep stealing for you when I get back.

She didn't dare to say the last sentence, for fear that her ancestors would scold her.After a while, song Laoliu and other people said hello and left the garden with Mo Jue.

It's strange that Mo Jue, a perverse man, suddenly becomes very clever. He doesn't run away and follows Song Liao.

Su Laosi also timely came forward and said: "then we'll go back first, and you'll have a rest early. We'll talk about other things tomorrow."

"Well."

Su Moshi and others left Yashu garden one after another. Li Qiao took out her mobile phone and had a look. It was already three o'clock in the middle of the night.

She raised her eyelids and looked at Lengshen's second brother, "I'll go home tomorrow. I have something to tell you."

Li Yan held the picture frame and nodded. The smile at the corner of his mouth converged a lot. "Mo Mo He..."

Li Qiao said, "there are more than ten paintings in the collection room. Take what you like."

Then she stepped out of the door.

In such a large apartment building, only Li Yan himself stood in the same place holding the painting and began to appreciate it carefully.

Titian, the representative writer of Venetian School of painting, is one of the most talented painters. His little follower is one of the most talented thieves.

He was clearly recalling Titian's life, but all that came out of his mind was mo Jue.

....

Outside yashuyuan apartment building, Li Qiao stood in the rain corridor, looking at the dark sky and slowly stretched out her hand.

The rain stopped, and the fresh air was still cool.

There was a short whistle in the parking lot in the front right.

Li Qiao picks an eyebrow to see, under the dim yellow street lamp, that Rolls Royce's cab, sits a person.

The windshield in front of the car was full of water droplets, and the shadow light leaked into the car, but could not see each other's face clearly.

Li Qiao seemed to be pulled down the steps and approached the car step by step.

The wiper is turned on and the water drops are swept away one by one. In the gradually clear view, Shangyu is sitting in the cab, holding the steering wheel in one hand and the forehead in the other, looking at her in his spare time.

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