Outright Favoritism Chapter 563: : What a big child

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Yes, Mojue, the internationally renowned thief, was picked up by his second brother Li Yan by accident.

Mo Jue's original name was Mo Mo. He claimed to have no father and no mother.

He shouldn't have gone to school, but he has learned many things without a teacher.

Li Yan also tried to investigate his identity information, but it turned out that he was a dark household.

As for why he was picked up, it was because he was on a street in a foreign country once, holding the baguette he had just bought in his hand and planned to go back to the hotel to eat.

Just as soon as he walked out of the bakery, he accidentally received the news that the painting was opening, so he threw the two French sticks to Mo Jue, who was squatting on the side of the road and resting his cheeks in a daze.

He thought he was a beggar.

In fact, Mo Jue was looking for a target, planning to steal two dollars to buy bread to eat.

As a result, the two French sticks that Li Yan lost happened to be the food she had been greedy for for a long time.

At that time, Mo Jue was holding a baguette and looking at Li Yan, who was standing against the light. He felt that he was even more radiant than the savior who descended from the sky.

From then on, he became Li Yan's little follower.

Not only that, but in later contact, Mo Jue discovered that Li Yan liked famous paintings, so he began to study his preferences.

As long as the boss likes things, he stole them all back.

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

For example, on the shelf, Li Yan glanced more at Durex out of curiosity.

The beginning of stealing the famous painting was in the Muda Palace Museum. Li Yan stopped to look at an orphaned Tibetan painting. He watched it for a long time. The more he looked at it, the more he loved it. Finally, he sighed in dismay, "If this painting is Mine, how good it should be."

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

Don't talk about the mood at that moment, but Li Yan will always remember the embarrassment that he was scared to pee on the spot.

……

Five minutes have passed, and Li Yan's mouth is dry.

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

At this moment, Li Yan didn't care what other people's reactions were. He stood beside Li Qiao and bumped her with his shoulder. "Qiao Qiao, can you tell me something?"

Li Qiao glanced at him faintly, then looked 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 gang to abuse him."

Li Yan was just about to nod, and Mo felt unhappy, "You are not allowed to say my boss!"

"You shut up." Li Yan frowned and scolded, Mo Jue stopped speaking immediately.

Li Qiao's eyelids were drooping, and she bent her fingers and wiped the tip of her nose. "Has Interpol issued a red warrant against him?"

Song Liao pursed his lips and shook his head, "He has a special nature. He was convicted of theft, but he did not profit from it. I need to go back and discuss with the Central Bureau for the specifics."

For a time, everyone looked at Mo Jue.

Li Yan grabbed his hair even more distracted. Although this little attendant always annoys him, he steals paintings just to please himself.

Thinking of this, Li Yan pulled Li Qiao’s arms and pulled her to the corner of the rear showcase, "Qiao Qiao, I blame me for this. He is still a child. Can you let your friend let him go this time? I must discipline him well."

Children?

Mo Jue's age does not seem to be very old, and...

Li Qiao leaned against the showcase and glanced at Mo Jue who was obviously at a loss through the double-sided glass window, "How old is she?"

"Twenty-three."

Li Qiao looked back blankly. She was twenty-three years old, what a big child.

When Li Yan saw her face sinking slightly, he stepped forward in dismay, "Baby, if you really want to give an explanation, let the surname Song take me away."

Although he shouted and drank to Mo Jue, it was the small and half-old child he had raised for a long time. He was really taken away and ruined in his life.

Li Yan thought about thinking that this method was the most reliable. He sighed and turned to look at Mo Jue, "Don't look at her 23 years old, in fact, her temperament is similar to that of a child.

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

You let them take me away, and I will take care of the result. As for him... you can help me raise it for a while. "

Li Qiao curled her lips with a smile, "Do you like her?"

"What is it?" Li Yan pointed to his nose dumbfounded, "Do I look like a **** guy? Huh?"

Understood.

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

It seems... even Xia Siyu and the others didn't notice it.

Mo Jue is very delicate, with a slapped face and apricot eyes, but the jaw line is sharp and angular, which adds a bit of heroism to her. With short hair and thin body, it is indeed... easy to be mistaken for a boy.

Li Qiao didn't reply directly to Li Yan, took a deep look at him, and walked around the showcase with her foot up.

She stood a few steps away from Mo Jue, raised her eyebrows, "Come with me."

"Why? Who are you?" Mo Jue asked stiffly.

Then Li Yan strode forward and slapped her on the back of the head, "She is your ancestor."

Mojue was stunned and pouted and glanced at him, "Okay, okay, I see."

……

Not long after, Li Qiao took Mo Jue to a second bedroom remodeled collection room behind the showcase.

In the room, there are two expensive grandmaster chairs placed in the corner. Li Qiao took the seat. As soon as she looked up, she saw Mo Jue still standing on the spot, always holding Titian's paintings in her hands.

She gestured to the armchair beside her, "Sit down."

Mo Jue held the painting, stepped back a little, and shook his head hurriedly, "No, no, ancestor, I can just stand."

Li Qiao looked at the black cloth bag in her arms, her tone was very light, "Aren't you tired from holding it?"

"Not tired." Mo Jue answered every question, and he visibly hugged the painting a little while speaking.

This is a drawing for the boss, so I can’t let it go.

Li Qiao held the armrest of the Grand Master's chair with her arms bent, staring at Mo Jue scorchingly, while the latter looked at her innocently.

The eyes seemed to speak, clear and flawless.

Li Qiao suppressed the smile at the corner of her mouth, tapped her fingertips on the armrest, "You are a girl."

Mo Jue blinked, seeing no tension and guilty conscience, but he was silent.

And silence, both acquiesced.

"Is there a reason?" Li Qiao squinted at her, with a calm tone, not questioning or harsh, more similar to ordinary gossip.

Mo Jue squirmed the corners of his mouth, and stopped talking.

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

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

She lives at the bottom of the society all the year round, knowing how filthy the world is. She can only do so in order to protect herself.