Outright Favoritism

Chapter 563 What a big child

That's right, Mojue, the internationally renowned thief, was picked up by his second brother Li Yan accidentally.

Mo Jue's original name was Mo Mo. He claimed to have no father and no mother. On weekdays, he is a small gangster who walks on the streets.

He should have never been to school, but many things are unlearned.

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

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

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

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 French stick and looking at Li Yan, who was standing against the light. He felt that he was 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 up and glanced at the chocolate.

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

The beginning of the theft of famous paintings was in the Muda Palace Museum. Li Yan stopped to look at an orphaned Tibetan painting. He watched 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.

The mood at that moment is fine, but Li Yan will always remember the embarrassment that he was scared to pee on the spot.

...

Five minutes later, Li Yan said with a dry mouth.

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

At this moment, Li Yan didn't care about the reaction of the other people. He stood beside Li Qiao and hit 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?"

Song Laoliu wiped his face and looked at Li Yan with a word, "Mr. Li, you are helping the gang to abuse him."

Li Yan was just about to nod, and he was not happy, "You are not allowed to say my boss!"

"Shut up for me." Li Yan frowned, and Mo Jue stopped saying a word.

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

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

For a moment, everyone looked at Mo Jue.

Li Yan was even more upset and grabbed his hair. Although this little attendant always annoyed him, he went to steal 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, blame me for this. He is still a child. Can you let your friend let him go this time? I will be fine in the future. Discipline him."

child?

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

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

"twenty-three."

Li Qiao looked back blankly. He was 23 years old and really an older child.

Seeing her face sinking slightly, Li Yan stepped forward in a flustered manner, "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.

After thinking about it, Li Yan thought 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.

This 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 see it.

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

Li Qiao didn't reply to Li Yan directly, 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."

Mo Jue was staggered, and pouted 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 were 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 painting in her hand.

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

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

Li Qiao looked at the black cloth bag in her arms, her tone was light, "Isn't it tired to hold it?"

"Not tired." Mo Jue answered every question, and he visibly hugged the painting tightly 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.

Those 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 by default.

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

Mo Jue's mouth squirmed, and he stopped talking.

Li Qiao did not urge, but waited patiently for her to put down her guard.

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

(End of this chapter)