Chapter 12: Working Machines

He always seemed to be disturbed by things about Wen Bailiu.

Inexplicably guilty, unreasonably jealous... These are also negative emotions that Mo Chenhuai sneers at. He doesn't know how to solve his current predicament.

Who can come to the rescue.

His legs walked to the door of Wen Bailiu's bedroom as if he had his own idea. Mo Chenhuai came back to his senses, and watched him raise his hand in surprise and knocked on the door.

Wen Bailiu must have fallen asleep.

Wake people up in the middle of the night, and don't have to experience the previous ups and downs again.

Laughing at himself, what can he say to Wen Bailiu if he really faces Wen Bailiu?

Ask him where he is going to abduct the Mo family's children, or why he left him, a legal veteran, and took Jiang Du away?

He was vaguely flustered, if Wen Bailiu told the reason why he didn't want to hear, how would he roll down the steps, could it be that the divorce is really not possible.

No, he will not divorce.

There is no divorce in Mo Chenhuai's life dictionary.

There was no movement in the door for a long time, he exhaled, turned and prepared to leave.

Mo Chenhuai keenly sensed that the phone vibrated in the silent night.He took it out, from [white].

[white]: Are you on drugs?

[white]: I can't sleep, and I won't let others sleep.

[white]: Yes, this is very bossy.

Mo Chenhuai recognized that the owner of this ID was Wen Bailiu.He didn't sleep and knew he was outside.The sour taste in Mo Chenhuai's heart was immediately replaced by sweetness, like eating a mint.

Cold and sweet.

After tapping his fingers on the keyboard for a long time, Mo Chenhuai couldn't find a more straightforward explanation.

How to hit the nail on the head and kill with one blow.

finally

[Mo]: I want to talk to you.

[white]: No quilt, right?

Mo Chenhuai blushed: Well, something really happened.

Within a minute, the door was opened.Wen Bailiu was wearing silk pajamas, revealing the delicate collarbone at the neckline.The hair is messy, and a dull hair stands up soft and cute.

He opened a pair of phoenix eyes, with a hook at the end of his eyes.

It's unbearably ticklish.

Mr. Mo felt a little regretful, but he could actually cover up with the quilt and chat.

"What's the matter, let's talk." Wen Bailiu stared straight at Mo Chenhuai.

"Are you going to attend the family dinner tomorrow?" Mo Chenhuai's first question.

"En." Speaking of this, Wen Bailiu became angry.Received a call from Lafayette during the day, with an arrogant tone, telling him as if ordering a servant that he must attend tomorrow's family banquet, otherwise he will come to see him.

"You have to be mentally prepared, the old lady has a bad temper." Mo Chenhuai subconsciously turned his heart to Wen Bailiu's side: "If it makes you unhappy, you... just because she is an old man,Let her have some."

Mo Chenhuai was also afraid that Wen Bailiu would be wronged: "Of course, I will firmly stand by your side."

"When you come back, you can vent your anger however you want."

Seeing that Mo Chenhuai's face became more and more tangled, Wen Bailiu finally mercifully replied to him.

"I see, am I such an ignorant person?"

Mo Chenhuai's Adam's apple rolled, and he dared not say yes.

"Is there anything else?" Wen Bailiu yawned slightly.

"Are you going to take Jiang Du to participate in a variety show?" Mo Chenhuai asked the second question cautiously.

"That's right." Wen Bailiu thought he was worried about affecting Jiang Du's study: "It happens to be the weekend, so we can't delay study."

Mo Chenhuai hesitated again and again, and decided to endure the humiliation once again: "May I ask Mr. Wen, what is not good enough about me, and I was eliminated by you?"

Wen Bailiu's second yawn was halfway through, his lips were half-parted, and a few tears were forced out of the corners of his eyes.

"Hahaha." Wen Bailiu bent down and laughed.

"Do you think I chose Jiangdu between you and Jiangdu?"

"Mr. Mo, you are not even in my range of candidates."

"Mr. Mo, didn't Jiang Du tell you that I'm going to take him to the baby show? As the name suggests, it's adults who bring children to the show."

Mo Chenhuai felt annoyed and raised his forehead, so he didn't ask any more questions.

What kind of variety show are you going to be on, Wen Bailiu took the opportunity to ridicule you.

"Okay, let's get back to business." Wen Bailiu lowered his expression: "How is the Jiang family's case going?"

"I have already arranged for the legal department to follow up. The key to winning this case is to prove who the investor of Fast Logistics is. According to the evidence collected by the legal department, the bank statement was indeed transferred from Jiangdu's biological mother's account."Mo Chenhuai paused: "With this proof, the case is very likely to be won."

Wen Bailiu pinched his chin in thought. After Jiang Du's biological mother passed away, Jiang Dalong and his stepmother took Fei Su Logistics as their own.He even tortured his own son to a mental breakdown and left the Jiang family.Originally, he thought that he could live a carefree life, but he didn't expect Jiang Du's biological mother to plan a long time ago to save Jiang Du's life.

"Jiang Dalong is a local ruffian, not so easy to deal with." In his previous life, he had treasures in his chest and made people jealous.

Even his biological father would put him to death.

He will not let Jiang Du repeat the same mistakes.

"I'm looking for two bodyguards to protect Jiang Du secretly..." Mo Chenhuai understood what he meant: "And you."

Hearing this, Wen Bailiu couldn't help raising his eyes.He said with interest: "Mr. Mo will protect me?"

"What kind of eyes do you have?"

——Look at Erbaiwu's eyes.

Mo Chenhuai only described a few strokes in the book, and he was probably an image of a workaholic boss.Indulging in work and ignoring the world of mortals, it was his "helping the tyrants to do evil" that made Jiang Du, the biggest villain in the book.

I didn't expect this paper man to be so cute.

"Then thank you Mr. Mo first."

"You're welcome." Mo Chenhuai accepted the words smoothly.

Before the voice finished, Wen Bailiu yawned: "Go to bed early, if you sleep too late, you will grow old quickly."

Mo Chenhuai was shot by an arrow in his knee, he is seven years older than Wen Bailiu.

It is said that the three-year-old generation trench is seven-year-old-that is the Mariana Trench.

Boss Mo fell into a faint confusion again, but now the fog in his heart dissipated a lot, and he seemed to be able to grasp the signs and directions of the incident.

...

Gu Yankai sent his carefully selected bodyguard information to Mo Chenhuai's desk, with a playful look in his eyes: "Mr. Mo, have you received death threats?"

"No." Mo Chenhuai picked up the documents on the table.

"Why did you think of finding a bodyguard? You never make public appearances in magazines, and there are very few people who know your true identity. Last time, a paparazzi made up the scandal between you and Su Yan, and even used your photo by mistake." Gu YanKai tapped the table with his index finger: "As far as our secrecy measures are concerned, the enemy will find the wrong person."

Mo Chenhuai pulled out the resumes of the two bodyguards: "It's just them."

"Okay." Gu Yan nodded.

"I'm going to interview these two."

Gu Yankai looked at him in astonishment: "Mr. Mo, you can't trust me?"

"It was my negligence to go home to teach, but this time I personally checked. Everyone has been checked, and there is no problem." Gu Yan was dissatisfied: "You must give me a chance to show."

"I don't believe you, but the person sent to protect this time has a special identity."

"What identity? Special?"

Mo Chenhuai secretly regretted in his heart, why did he say it so quickly.

Gu Yankai keenly smelled gossip: "It can make Mr. Mo say something special—this person is not simple."

Mo Chenhuai pursed his lips: "Bring people here before noon."

"Got it." Putting the paper away, Gu Yan's eyes flashed cunningly.

Mr. Mo, his family's working machine, has been really enlightened recently.

Wen Bailiu fell asleep until noon, and barely got up from the bed.

This bed was so damn good, he could stay in it for a month without getting up.

"Mr. Wen, I need to prepare breakfast for you... Ah no, lunch?" At this moment, the clock has pointed to 12 o'clock.

The butler walked forward with a smile on his face: "Sir, I told you before going to work that he will pick you up at five o'clock in the afternoon and go to the old house together."

Thinking of what Mo Chenhuai said last night: [I will stand firmly by your side.]

The corners of Wen Bailiu's lips curled up, and his voice was hoarse and lazy: "Got it."

Although have never attended the Mo family banquet, but from the experience of the previous life.The family banquet is an arena, both men and women are dressed up beautifully, and the undercurrent is surging.

"I'll go out for a while." Wen Bailiu said, went back to his room, changed his clothes, and prepared to go out.

"Mr. Wen, don't you need lunch?" The butler couldn't help asking after preparing the car.

"Time is running out, I don't want to eat." Wen Bailiu got into the car and waved to the butler.

As soon as the chef heard that Wen Bailiu hadn't eaten, he went out and got out of the kitchen without even wiping his hands.I only had time to see the exhaust from the car's buttocks: "Housekeeper, do you think Mr. Wen is tired of me?"

"You can't talk nonsense." The housekeeper blew his beard and stared.

The chef knew that Caicai's words made people ambiguous: "I mean, Mr. Wen went out without eating the food I cooked. Could it be that my food is no longer attractive to him?"

She looks more like a jerk than just now.

The housekeeper shook his head: "Nothing, Mr. Wen has very important things today."

Mrs. Mo is not an easy person to get along with.

The butler knows this better than anyone in the family.

It was precisely because of his ability to serve Mrs. Mo that he was sent to Mo's house as a housekeeper.At the same time, he is also the eyeliner of Mrs. Mo - he is not only a double-faced butler, he is also a three-faced butler.

Although it's eyeliner, Mo Chenhuai doesn't go home all year round, and Wen Bailiu makes a fuss at home, so there's no need to put it in front of Mrs. Mo.

But recently—

The butler took out his small notebook, and in just one week, Mr. Mo came back three times.

He sneaked back last night, obviously already home, but stayed in the car for a long time.After entering the house, still couldn't hold back longing for Mr. Wen, so went to knock on Mr. Wen's door.

If Mr. Wen saw Mr. pacing back and forth outside his room last night, he might think that he had encountered a ghost hitting the wall.

The housekeeper thought about Mr. Mo's recent abnormal behavior and decided not to tell Mrs. Mo for the time being.

The butler pushed the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose. He is now the president of Mr. Wen and Mr. Mo's CP support club.

On Wen Bailiu's WeChat, there is a beauty salon that he often contacts, and he just sent a message yesterday to remind him to make an appointment for regular care.

Exactly today.

"Xiao Baibai." As soon as he entered the door, he was warmly welcomed by the enchanting boy with a rainbow on his head: "It's been a long time since I saw you, don't you miss him?"

Wen Bailiu took a step back: "Who are you?"

"You don't even remember me~" Rainbow frowned with her slender willow eyebrows: "Sure enough, your men are big carrots."

Wen Bailiu's footsteps stepped back again, and he quickly stepped back to the door of the beauty salon.

It seemed that he shouldn't have too many expectations for the original owner's preferences.