Outright Favoritism Chapter 710: : Boss, do you want me?

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Mo Jue's crisp and aggrieved voice made Li Yan's heart tremble, and he couldn't tell what it was like. In short, it was very strange.

Then--

Li Yan grabbed her back collar, forcibly pulled the person away from her arms, and patted her on the back of the head with care, "You stand for me."

I haven't seen it for a while, how did the little attendant become sticky.

I don't know who I learned from, so I dared to hug him.

Two elders, cuddling, are they fair? !

Mo Jue was torn away by him and didn't get angry. He smiled and moved forward two steps, grabbed Li Yan's trench coat, raised his head and smiled brightly, "Boss, do you want me?"

Li Yan rolled his throat, looking down at the little Mo Jue, holding his clothes with one hand, and clenching his small fists nervously with one hand, especially those black apricot eyes, bright and bright. You can clearly see his reflection here~IndoMTL.com~Get red envelopes] Follow the public.. Public accounts [Book Friends Base Camp~IndoMTL.com~ draw up to 888 cash red envelopes!

My heart, it was hit like this, and it was sour and soft.

Li Yan stroked Mojue's head in a posture of smoothing his pet. Only now did he realize that she was so short, she was as tall as his chest.

Xu Shi Mo Jue always hangs behind him like a small tail, so that Li Yan has never noticed her height.

So, he glanced around, jokingly with a smile, "Why are you so short, are you a meter and five?"

The joy of reuniting after a long time was shattered by the shock.

Mo Jue bit the corner of his mouth, quietly stood on his toes, holding his chin up with lack of confidence, "I am 1.5 meters, rounded to 1.8 meters."

Well, Mo Jue is still familiar to him.

Li Yan was actually very happy, but he still picked up the boss’s airs, threw off the windbreaker, put his hands in his pockets, and straightened his chest, "Come on, tell me, where did my sister hide you these days? ?"

After a while, Mo Jue dragged Li Yan to the parasol by the lake. He looked around and ran to the bodyguard again. He said and gestured. The bodyguard twitched the corners of his mouth, and nodded in a low voice.

Li Yan raised his legs and watched this scene, his thick eyebrows frowned, not very comfortable.

He could see that the bodyguard's posture was very respectful, with a smile in his eyes, and even made Li Yan a sense of pampering.

Can you play too much as a bodyguard?

Where did Li Yan know that during the time when Mo Jue stayed in the manor, he had long been mingled with many bodyguards and servants.

Everyone knows that she has a very close relationship with his wife, and... Luo Yu even called her Miss Mo.

Not long after, Mo Jue went back under the parasol and grabbed his fingers and said embarrassingly: "Boss, the front yard has been sealed off. We may go to live elsewhere for a few days."

Li Yan squinted his eyes, "What happened to the front yard?"

Mo Jue waved his hand in a particularly relaxed tone, "It's nothing serious, it seems that a batch of arms was found in the kitchen."

Li Yan: "..."

It's no big deal.

In this way, Li Yan didn't have time to visit the interior of Piper's Manor and was dragged into the car by Mo Jue in less than five minutes.

The bodyguard drove away from the backyard, and proceeded all the way towards the city according to the address Li Qiao provided him.

In the car, Mo Jue showed all his previous circumstances like a machine gun.

Li Yan squinted at Mo Jue, thinking, "Why is my sister so good to you?"

Not only can she escape Interpol’s accountability, she also gave her a new identity.

His impression of being pretty and surprisingly lazy, he would be nosy?

Mo Jue pursed his mouth, and his eyes rolled around. Oops, when he saw the boss feeling overwhelmed, he seemed to have said too much.

Li Yan smiled dangerously, grabbed her ears, and asked, "What did you do to my Qiaoqiao?"

Mo felt the pain, frowning and grabbing his wrist, "It hurts, boss, it hurts."

Li Yan loosened her ears, stretched her collar, leaned on the back of the chair and raised Erlang's legs, warning loudly, "Be honest with me in the future, and Qiaoqiao will help you. That is because of my face. , Remember to be grateful, you know?"

"I know." Mo Jue nodded eagerly, "Boss, I found you a painting, which seems to be Monet's."

Li Yan pretended to cough deeply, and squinted Mojue, "You forgot what I said?"

Mo Jue grabbed the hem of his clothes with both hands, and moved forward, "Oh, it's not stealing, it's from Yan Ye's house. My ancestor said it was given to me."

Li Yan licked the corner of his mouth. Two seconds later, he suddenly lowered his head and leaned towards Mo Jue, "Really Monet's?"

Front row bodyguard: "..."

Next to the apartment, he watched the two heads in the back seat come together and muttered to discuss various famous paintings in the attic of the manor.

In the meantime, Mo Jue took out the small notebook and handed it to Li Yan as if offering a treasure.

He has never seen such a rude boss in his life.

……

On the other side, the Palma Police Department Headquarters.

Qin Song was sitting in the interrogation room, holding a cup of water and drinking non-stop, Yu Guang looked at the calm and indifferent man opposite, with a look of lovelessness on his face.

Two investigators from the Department of Security were sitting next to him, their faces also ugly.

Due to the special nature of the case, the three Li Qiao were forced to be investigated separately.

Qin Song cleared his throat and opened the evidence documents on the table. A large number of weapon photos were just taken at the manor.

He moved the photos forward and asked pointily: "Mr. Shang, do you know these weapons in the kitchen in advance?"

Shang Yu leaned on the back of the chair, his legs crossed, his arms rubbed his fingertips with the armrests, his thin lips were slightly sideways, "Yeah."

Qin Song scratched his hair and wrote ‘um’ in the transcript.

He also asked without lack of guidance: "Where can I buy weapons?"

As long as he can provide a purchase license, he has a way to help him reverse the case.

Then Shang Yu raised his eyes to Qin Song, his low-alcohol voice was strong and magnetic, "made by his own brand."

Qin Song looked at him blankly: "..."

At this time, the staff of the Security Department next to him knocked on the table, "Does your factory have a weaponry research and production license?"

The man glanced at him coldly, curled his thin lips, indifferent.

In this case, they are not surprised.

The interrogation has lasted for half an hour, except for Qin Song's questions, he will cooperate with him to answer, and Shang Yu has always turned a deaf ear to the questions of the other two.

And Li Qiao next door, with the same uncooperative attitude, made the interrogating officer extremely big head.

As for Wei Lang, he was very cooperative. Not only did he hand in the gun, he also removed all the parts of the gun, pointed to the number on the accessory, and said meaningfully: "This is the production number, I hope it will be helpful to you."

The police officer walked away with a pile of gun parts, and reported all the transcripts of the three people level by level.

Less than 12 o’clock noon, the gun production serial number was checked out, and it came from the Parma military factory.

The officers of the Police Headquarters, including Qin Song, all looked stunned.

In the conference room of the police station in the afternoon, the main persons in charge of the General Administration, the Security Department, the Customs Department, and the Anti-Smuggling Department set up a task force to sit around.