Mo Yao was woken up by Mo Xiaobai, and when he saw his face close at hand, he reacted almost subconsciously, swung his hand out before his brain could react, and slapped Mo Xiaobai firmly. Mo Xiaobai never expected that the boss would slap him.
He was standing next to him in a daze. What was this? He was extremely wronged. Fortunately, the boss was injured and his hand strength was not very strong. Even a very strong slap would have lost its strength. Otherwise,
His face must be swollen.
Mo Yao slapped Mo Xiaobai, and the pain was all on him. The bullet was taken out of the wound, and it had just been sutured. After the slap, the wound opened. The pain made Mo Yao sweat all over his body. Mo Xiaobai
He hurriedly got analgesics to inject, but Mo Yao pushed his hand away.
He had to endure this burning wound, remember this feeling, and never make the same mistake next time.
"Boss..." Mo Xiaobai was so anxious that he had to put down the analgesic and took a towel to wipe his face. His face was covered with sweat and his chest was stained red. He hurriedly untied Mo Yao's clothes and removed all the gauze on his chest.
It turned red. He took the medical kit and cut the gauze with scissors. When he forced himself to go upstairs, the wound opened. It was not serious, but now it was more serious, bleeding too much.
Mo Xiaobai helped him stop the bleeding and cleaned the blood around the wound. He couldn't help but said, "Boss, I'd like to trouble you too. Considering that you're a patient, why don't you use so much force? I've worked so hard to help you make porridge."
Why are you beating me when you get up? Even if you want to beat me, just tell me and I will do it myself without you having to do it. Look at the wound, it's so open."
He wanted to anesthetize Mo Yao, but Mo Yao refused. Mo Xiaobai had no choice but to apply medicine after disinfection. Mo Yao was a strong-willed person, very tough, and did not say a word, even if he was sweating.
He remained motionless until Mo Xiaobai applied medicine to him and wrapped gauze around him.
After being busy with all this, Mo Xiaobai went to wash his hands and came back to feed Mo Yao. The porridge was just warm and was just right to eat. Mo Yao wanted to eat it by himself, but Mo Xiaobai refused and insisted on feeding him. Mo Yao was sick.
Heavy, staring at him didn't have much power, so he simply ignored Mo Xiaobai. Mo Xiaobai was not as stubborn as the boss, so he could only move a small table. Mo Yao slowly drank the porridge in mouthfuls. This movement was very stiff. Mo Xiaobai
I can't stand it, and I can't disobey the boss.
Woo hoo... He felt aggrieved.
Mo Yao drank the porridge until it was cold. He ate a lot, and he still wanted to eat when he was very hungry. Mo Xiaobai went downstairs and served it to him again.
"Boss, how are my skills?"
"generally."
"Just average?" Mo Xiaobai was hurt, "I think my craftsmanship is better than that of my little brother, but you actually said it was average. It hurts my heart so much."
"You have no intention."
"Do you want me to dig it out and show it to you?"
"dig."
Mo Xiaobaimo, boss, you don’t have any sense of humor, no, he has a cold sense of humor, and he doesn’t appreciate cold humor.
Mo Yao drank porridge and wanted to sleep again. Mo Xiaobai didn't bother him. He went to the study to do things. Mo Yao fell in love with Qianzi'er. This mafia matter fell on the three of them. If he didn't care about it, Wu Shuang
It will definitely fly over and trample him to death.
Mo Xiaobai went online, entered the mafia headquarters network, and started to deal with things. His methods were very different from Mo Yao. Only Wushuang and Mo Chen in the mafia knew that something happened to Mo Yao, not even the wind, rain, thunder and lightning.
They knew that the deal that Mo Yao had negotiated was to take a break for the time being, not to return to Rome, and everything would be handled behind the scenes without coming forward. So Mo Xiaobai tried his best to imitate the boss's aggressive behavior.
He likes to play, and the boss likes to solve things quickly, kicking rocks that are in the way to the Pacific Ocean. He likes to walk and kick, watching the rocks roll all the way, and suffers along the way, so the two have different ways of dealing with things.
of.
For example, this time the boss was shot dead, Mo Xiaobai suspected that it was the gang of the counterfeit banknote group. It made no sense that the boss was ambushed as soon as they left. Not many people knew where they were talking about things, so they were the most suspicious. Although this
The matter was left to Wushuang, but he also wanted to start from this aspect. Now that the deal was settled, he would naturally have the opportunity to play with them.
In a blink of an eye, the afternoon passed. Mo Xiaobai visited the boss twice on the way, and the boss fell asleep. The last time he went to see him, he woke up, and Mo Xiaobai stumbled downstairs, knocking him out.
In the afternoon, the stew was served, and it was brought to the boss like a treasure. The boss liked the soup that had been simmered for a long time, and also liked to eat radishes in the bone soup. Mo Xiaobai knew his diet well, so he blinked and waited for his praise.
.
Mo Yao looked at his heavily wrapped hands, hummed, and finally gave him positive praise. Mo Xiaobai's heart blossomed and he was very happy. Mo Yao looked cold and didn't like to talk, so he drank the soup.
, Mo Xiaobai asked him if he wanted more, he nodded, and Mo Xiaobai went downstairs to serve it to him again.
Mo Yao looked out the window. The setting sun was warm. The leaves of the sycamore trees outside were green and very rich, as if they were full of vitality. Mo Yao thought that these people, just like these sycamore trees, were at their strongest vitality.
He clutched his chest, he would not let go of this shooting so easily.
Mo Xiaobai brought the soup up and saw the boss holding his chest, thoughtfully, with a bit of a sinister expression on his face. Mo Xiaobai said, "Boss, don't worry, I will definitely find out about this matter and take care of it."
The person who hurt you will be tortured to the point where he doesn’t even recognize his ancestors.”
Mo Yao frowned, "Leave this matter to Wushuang, you don't have to deal with it."
"Why?" Mo Xiaobai protested, "You don't believe in my abilities, right? If something happens to you on my territory, how could I not care about it? In short, I will take care of this matter."
"Leave it to Wushuang." Mo Yao said in a deep voice.
"Why do you have to give it to sister? Even if you think I am not suitable to handle this matter, then leave it to brother. Sister is not an expert in this field." Mo Xiaobai asked doubtfully.
Mo Yao said, "Mo Chen has other things to do, and you, I am ill, who will handle my affairs, you are too busy yourself, what about the killer? Anyway, Wushuang is free recently, and there is a ghost face to help,
She has few things to do, so it would be most appropriate for her to investigate."
Mo Xiaobai thought about it. It turned out that the boss had the most delicate mind. It was not convenient for him to argue anymore, so he just let it go. He expressed his doubts in his heart and suspected that this time the counterfeit money business was done by someone. Mo Yao shook his head, "
They don't have the guts, so don't bother."
"real?"
Mo Yao nodded, lowered his head and held the spoon in his hand, "I have a lot of connections, and it is completely normal for someone to want to kill me. There are so many killers on the road, Wushuang is the best at this, and Ghost Face is a killer, so it is better than
You are well on your way."
Mo Xiaobai gave up after hearing what Mo Yao said.
Mo Yao drank the soup and couldn't sleep. Mo Xiaobai was chatting with him and suddenly said, "Boss, you haven't lived such a comfortable life for a long time. How do you feel after eating and sleeping?"
"I would feel better if you didn't talk so much." Mo Yao said coldly, and Mo Xiaobai said, "This is definitely against your will. Without me, this quiet life would be so boring."
Mo Yao didn't say anything, and Mo Xiaobai brought the handbag over. He did the work, and then let the boss lie down comfortably. He smiled and said, "I'll handle the business, and you watch a movie. By the way, what movie do you want to watch? I have a lot here."
There are all kinds of movies, including martial arts, comedy, action, and romance. What do you want to watch?"
"Whatever!" Mo Yao said.
Mo Xiaobai smiled and said, "I see that you are usually so busy, so you must not have watched the DVD I gave you. Then watch my movie."
Mo Yao glanced at Mo Xiaobai. He was playing a movie. He sighed slightly and leaned back. Mo Xiaobai was playing a movie he had acted in the year before. It was a science fiction film. It was purely about personal heroism from beginning to end.
A very colorful film, this film was very popular, a hit at the box office, and it was an Oscar winner. He won the Oscar for Best Actor for this film, which is considered a milestone for him.
Mo Yao felt that Mo Xiaobai must have done it on purpose, 80% of it was on purpose. Giving him a film with such a strong personal touch, and only seeing him steal the show from beginning to end, is this considered a show off with ulterior motives?
He smiled and didn't care about Mo Xiaobai's little thoughts, but at the same time he also understood that Mo Xiaobai was conveying a message, a message that he didn't want to think about too much. Mo Xiaobai was poking at the keyboard with his hands that were wrapped like pig's trotters.
While typing, Mo Yao looked on and wanted to laugh but didn't want to. This scene was quite funny.
"It can have a smart keyboard." He couldn't stand it before he spoke. Mo Xiaobai said, "Don't, it will disturb you. Just watch the video. I can also type like this, just slower."
He poked, poked, poked... poked at the keyboard.
Mo Yao could only follow him. Mo Yao watched half of it, and Mo Xiaobai said, "Boss, how about this stunt? It's cool and dazzling, but it took a month to shoot. I didn't even use props. Watching
Have fun."
Mo Yao said, "Reluctantly."
"This is the best. Who else has my skills?" Mo Xiaobai smiled proudly, Mo Yao smiled, he could just brag, and no one would expose him. Mo Xiaobai said, "Boss, my
Are your acting skills good enough?"
He seemed to particularly want to get Mo Yao's approval, and Mo Yao did not disappoint him, "Yes, very good."
After all, the title of Best Actor is not for nothing, but Mo Yao feels that Xiaobai is best suited to act in such films, but not so good in delicate romance films. He has acted in two films, and it seems that he himself feels that it is not suitable, so he did not accept it again.
Well, he failed to perform that kind of delicate acting skills, just like Liang Hongyu this time.
