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"Mo, where are we going to look for my brother?" Wei Yang said, again with that sweet, special tone of a child. She always liked pouting her mouth to look at people, as if she was ready to cry. So there would be the threat of being a child-like lady, meaning to only coax and not a trace of any violation.

“I’ll call the boss first and ask him where he is.” Mo got out of the door, but he was pulled by Wei Yang’s little hand; he smiled lightly and then bent down.

Wei Yang looked ready to listen. After looking at him for a moment, she squinted her beautiful blue eyes of the sea and blue color. The next moment, she held his arms without mercy and said, “Don't call him!! You will tell your boss that Yang Yang is going to look for him! And when he comes back, we will be going to go out and play! Play!"

Mo had a long sigh and thought, "Who is this eight-year-old girl who can act like a psychopath?"

Looking at Mo, she revealed a compromised expression. Wei Yang giggled happily while holding his arms refusing to let go.

Mo saw and understood what she meant by not letting go. Not knowing what kind of mind that she had, Mo held her in his arms, put her on the bed and said, “Then we are ready to go out and change our pajamas.”

“No!” Wei Yang shook her head saying that she wouldn’t let him go. “You will not go anywhere and for sure, when time pa.s.sed, you would send a message to my brother!”

"How the h.e.l.l does she know all of that? Is she really a psychopath?" Mo thought and was surprised that she knew what he was thinking. He giggled but his back was sweating cold. He needed to fix it and hoped that his boss just went to a regular bar!

"What can I do? You wear pajamas and you can't leave and go. Ah…" Mo just instinctively looked down at Wei Yang's pajamas, but didn't want to look directly into the pink princess collar. Her chest was faintly under the pink coat and it looked even more attractive. He swallowed hard, his throat shuddered, and his heart seemed to pump to his throat. He panicked.

“Does the bow look good?” Wei Yang raised her chest and smiled in his eyebrows.

“Ah, yes. Good, good-looking…” He nodded his head and suddenly felt his nose burning.

“Mo, take me to find my brother.” Wei Yang heard no response, and then pouted her lips with displeasure.

"Ah?" Mo looked up and saw the vastness of her beauty. And then, he finally re-focused to himself. He hurried to get up, but because Wei Yang’s hand was not yet released, it slipped, hitting his face making his nose bleed.

His face pressed onto the softness of the twin peaks and his fiery nose smelled the light fragrance across her cotton pajamas.

“Ah! Mo! It hurts!” Wei Yang’s brow furrowed, her chest hurt by Mo. Her back was pressed on the chilly bed and tears in her big eyes rushed out.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, miss! Don’t cry, don’t cry.” This time Mo couldn’t even identify Wei Yang’s scent. He quickly climbed up; her red cheeks and her ears were dyed. There was a layer of rich colors as she scratched her ears, anxious and did not know what to do.

“Mo is the worst!” Wei Yang pouted and tears did not fall down like money. She cried her heart out.

“You’re right, Mo is the worst. Miss don’t cry. You have to ask Mo to do whatever he can to just please stop crying.” He looked at Wei Yang. Tears dropped like a few huge rocks hovering over her heart!

Therefore, it can be said that men who seem to be very tough will lose to women’s tears. Mo was a typical example.

“Yang Yang wants his brother…” Wei Yang finally stopped crying and twitched, but Mo felt even more distressed.

“Well, we’ll go now!” Mo just dared to say anything. The horizontal beam picked up the tears and the person walked immediately outward. In Mo's heart, he was scolding the b.a.s.t.a.r.d Xiahou Xuan for being gone for so long!

Although it was summer, Beijing’s night temperature was still very low. Mo took over a coat for Wei Yang put on and then took her to the garage.

“Call him.” Wei Yang finally sat in the car in peace, allowing Mo to ask her to fasten her seat belt. And then she turned around and said, “Just ask him where he is, and don’t say a word!”

Mo looked and understood the meaning of the big black eyes of Wei Yang - that if he dared to play a secret signal with her brother, he'd die! He laughed but cried on the inside. He then started the car and began to call Xiahou Xuan.

"What’s the matter?" Xiahou Xuan quickly answered the phone and the background sound was not noisy.

“Boss, where are you?” Mo asked Xiahou Xuan hoping that he could hear his real message behind from his six words.

“Blue Night. Why?” Xiahou Xuan seemed to have no telepathy with Mo.

“Nothing, I’ll hang up.” Mo asked to hang up the phone quickly and looked down at his two fingers on his waist. His mouth twitched, as it meant a red flag. Oh, the naked ones, right?

“Mo…” Wei Yang was satisfied, took back her little hand, leaned back on her seat, and said, “Mo, I want a gun.” She remembered her toy was a real gun. And when she grew up, she had no more guns.

“But you’re still too young to get a gun.” Mo didn't consider that Wei Yang’s physical age was eighteen years old, but that her psychological age was less than ten years old. An eight-year-old girl having a gun was too dangerous.

Wei Yang did not speak but only looked with an eye of accusation.

“Hmm” Mo touched her nose and asked tentatively, “Well, I will give you a toy gun, okay?”

“…” Wei Yang's heart felt disappointed.

“Hmmmm… I promise, must be an absolute one to one simulation gun!”

“……”

"Simulation? You give your family a simulation?" Wei Yang turned her eyes in her heart and the situation already squeezed a tear.

“Pat Tat –“, the tears rolled in the eyes and immediately hit the back of Wei Yang’s tender hands and raised a tear.

“Okay, okay!” Mo's expression was tight. He hurriedly wiped away the tears on Wei Yang’s face. His warm touch would let her feel on her heart that everything was okay.

"Well! Mo is the best!" Wei Yang laughed and her expression changed so quickly that Mo's cranial nerves felt like it short-circuited. When things recovered, Wei Yang's already said which guns were needed…

“Actually, I think the toy gun is…” Mo was ready to soothe a remedy, but with the stare of Wei Yang, his voice was knocked out. She put her fingers on her lips drew around a trace that of closing a zipper. He turned his head with satisfaction and she was excited to look at the high buildings on the road.

Mo was on a complicated situation that time. He will be scolded by the boss. He will be d.a.m.ned. It was a big mistake to lead Wei Yang to the bar. It was even more of a clutter to promise Wei Yang a gun. Two crimes to be punished. He didn't want to go to the Brunei camp!

After a second of self-determination, Mo asked Wei Yang that if she had to take a gun, at least she would have to train. Killing and hurting others did not matter but accidentally hurting herself. Wouldn't the boss feel bad about it? Being the culprit, he can be directly thrown to the Pacific.

The man who mourned his gloomy future while driving the car and did not realize that he only thought that he was the culprit. But in fact, he only listened to Wei Yang's request. Wei Yang's children's shoes were the real initiators… But believe this, this man couldn't think about it.

Men could sometimes be so blind.

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