Outright Favoritism

   Chapter 1106 He Chen eats Li Qiao's vinegar

  Hearing the sound, Si Shugong obviously panicked for a second, "Business owner, then you..."

  Shang Zonghai turned around and put down the fish food plate, and raised his eyes indifferently, "Want me to answer you now?"

  The fourth uncle laughed quickly, "I dare not dare, but also ask the business owner to consider carefully, we...can wait."

   "Wei Ang, see you off."

  The fourth uncle stood up without embarrassment, "Business owner, then I won't bother."

  Although Shang Zonghai’s approval was not obtained, Si Shugong still felt that the winner was in his hands.

  At least he did not refuse.

  Not long after, Wei Ang ordered his servant to send away Si Shugong and turned back near the Diaoyutai. He heard Shang Zonghai snorting coldly, "Where is that stinky boy?"

  Wei Ang took a step forward, "I heard that I have been in Ziyun Mansion recently."

  Shang Zonghai pressed his thin lips, his expression was obviously unhappy, "I was bullied like this, I don't know to tell my family."

   "Maybe..." Wei Ang said deliberately: "Brother Chen was afraid that you would be embarrassed by the young master, so I didn't say hello."

  Shang Zonghai dropped the towel in his hand and bluntly instructed, "Go and check what the He family has done recently."

  Wei Ang took the order, and just turned around and took a step, and then reported: "By the way, sir, Liuyun sent me a message two hours ago. The young master has rushed over from Nanyang."

  ……

  At nine o'clock in the morning, Yin Mo was sitting in the living room of Ziyun Mansion, with a laptop on his lap, his expression was rare and serious.

  "Use the drone to scan the panoramic view of the old house of He's house in the sky, and share the real-time picture with me."

  He Chen just walked to the corner of the stairs when he heard what Yin Mo said.

  The man's long legs buried the steps, concentrating on her figure of serious work, raised the corners of his mouth and smiled: "Baby, so busy?"

   Yin Mo pressed the earphones and asked without answering, "When are you going to He's house?"

   "Don't worry." He Chen came to her and sat down, with his straight legs resting on the edge of the coffee table, "The dog hasn't jumped off the wall, wait a minute."

   Yin Mo reacted for two seconds, oh, he wanted to wait for the dog to jump off the wall in a hurry.

  She turned to the computer screen and pointed to the high-altitude bird's-eye view of the old house that was automatically drawn on it, "This is the map of the He's house. It should be useful to you."

  He Chen glanced lazily, then his gaze stopped at the corner of the westernmost courtyard wall.

  He didn't speak, but he poke the touchpad to zoom in on the picture. What used to be a miscellaneous room has now become a servant’s dormitory.

  He Chen sneered and picked up the cigarette case, "It's useful, it's so useful."

  Yin Mo pursed her lips, zoomed the picture back to normal size, and said hesitantly, “Pama’s rumors... have you heard?”

   "Well, all Parma is scolding me for a wolf-hearted bastard. It's hard to hear or not."

  He Chen’s tone is full of ridicule and self-deprecating. Originally, his name was a taboo of the He family, and little is known.

  Now, after the dissemination of interested people, He Chen has almost become synonymous with heinousness.

   Yin Mo coldly retorted, "You are not."

   "It doesn't matter." He Chen raised his head and blew out a puff of smoke, raising his eyebrows disapprovingly, "Let them say."

  Yin Mo was a little angry, not because of He Chen, but because he did not expect the He family to be so despicable and nauseous.

  At this time, a call prompt came from the headset. She thought it was Achang, and directly pressed the answer button, "Haven’t found the first person to spread the rumor?"

  In the earphones, Li Qiao’s quiet voice rang, "What rumors?"

  "Qiaoqiao?" Yin Mo's hand paused on the keyboard, his silent eyes lit up with naked eyes, "Why do you have time to call me?"

  He Chen next to her, squinting at her, Li Qiao just called her, so happy?

  Yin Mo took off the computer, got up and walked outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and talked with Li Qiao on the phone with a smile.

  He Chen leaned against the armrest, staring at her back with a black face, and didn't know what the two women were talking about. Yin Mo laughed a few times from time to time, and kept rubbing the ground with his toes.

  These small unconscious movements are enough to show her joy and joy.

  He Chen licked his posterior molars, unexplainably tasteful.

  Why is she not so happy in front of him?

  He Chen narrowed his eyes dangerously, screwed the cigarette **** into the ashtray fiercely, got up and walked over.

   Yin Mo now focused all of her attention on Li Qiao, listening to her soft voice, feeling that it can calm all the restless emotions in her heart.

   Then, there was a warmth behind him.

  Yin Mogang was about to turn her head back, the man behind him carefully pressed her against the railing from behind.

  Friction can not only generate heat, but also ambiguity.

  For example, Yin Mo can clearly feel He Chenruo's frictional movements.

  But except for twisting and struggling, she did not dare to speak too much.

  After all, the phone is still on.

  Not long after, He Chen crossed Yin Mo's cheeks and saw her cheeks flushed, but he couldn't help but took a wicked sip on her mouth.

  But his hot palm is getting more and more presumptuous.

   Yin Mo had to cover his earphones and warned him quietly, “Don’t make trouble.”

  He Chen ignored her, and while fumbling, he returned to her solemnly: "You continue."

  How can she continue?

  Qiaoqiao is so smart, she can definitely hear any strange noises.

  At this time, He Chen's hand got into her clothes, lowered his head and covered the skin of her neck, especially shamelessly reminded: "Baby, you can't make a phone call, it's rude."

  Even if Yin Mo didn't make any sound, Li Qiao still keenly noticed something, "Second Sister, very busy?"

  Yin Mo said he was not busy, but couldn't push He Chen's offense.

  Li Qiao seemed to laugh, "Call me when I'm busy."

   Immediately after that, the phone disconnected.

Yin Mo gasped in relief, frowned and turned around. Before he could speak, the man's tall body pressed over, "Captain Yin, you can laugh with Li Qiao on the phone. You can tell me what I look at. Are you so angry?"

  Yin Mo couldn't answer these words.

  Is it weird that he is angry?

  He Chen saw her staring at herself blankly, and then scratched the corners of her mouth with her teeth, "Baby, you should pay the debt."

   Yin Mo was stunned, and asked him in confusion, "What debt?"

   "The bet owed to Lao Tzu, give it back to me now."

  He Chen gave a wicked smile, and in the next second he lifted Yin Mo sideways, and returned to the living room in a few steps.

  He held Yin Mo with one hand and gestured to his belt, "Untie it."

   Yin Mo looked at the belt, then at He Chen, stretched out his hand, and opened the secret buckle.

Then, our Captain Yin, regardless of He Chen’s expression, graciously tucked the hem of his slightly messy shirt into his pants, dusted the folds on the edges, and finally tied him with a belt, "Okay." ."

  He Chen closed his eyes expressionlessly: "..."

  Good **** good!

  　6000, please ask for a ticket. The Yan Ye you miss is here~ See you soon.

  (End of this chapter)