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Chapter 48: My husband is my backer (11)

He hesitated for a moment, but came a step too late.

Just as Mi Ai was about to answer, she saw Yinmo Yinmo striding in.

"Are you two fighting?" Yin Mo took off his fancy clothes, changed into casual clothes, and immediately ran up again. When he came in and saw the serious look on the two people's faces, he asked knowingly.

Very good, Mi Ai's skills are not average, and his shooting habits and fighting style are exactly the same as those of Gui Mei.

"We often fight." Mi Ai wiped the warmth from the corner of her mouth, which seemed to be bleeding.

Just after he finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of the pistol on the ground from the corner of his eye. When Yin Mo wasn't paying attention, he quickly kicked it under the bed with his feet.

Yin Mo looked at the two people with a sneer, "You are too cruel."

Look, Zhan Yan has no injuries at all. Miss Mi Ai has a broken right hand, her long hair is messy, and there is blood on the corner of her mouth. Not to mention that Yin Mo knows what is going on, but even if he doesn't, he is not stupid enough to believe her nonsense.

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But... there is no need for him to ask further. It is good for him to know some things. He cannot control it at the beginning of the game, but he must have the final say at the end of the game.

"I'll give her medicine." Zhanyan turned around to get the medicine box. Although she was not a doctor, she had been injured all the time and simple treatment was still possible.

Yin Mo raised his head and said, "No, it won't be long before you two start fighting again. It's already late. You go and have a rest and I'll help her apply the medicine."

Zhanyan nodded. She couldn't refuse at this time, so the two of them left together, one to go to bed and the other to get the medicine box.

While Yin Mo went downstairs, Zhan Yan flashed in again.

"What's going on? Who did it?"

Mi Ai gritted her teeth and said, "It should be someone from the Mafia." She couldn't think of anyone else. She hadn't been on a mission in the past six months, let alone an enemy. Now the Mafia was the most likely candidate.

"Damn! You dared to do something in Yinmo's mansion, shouldn't we withdraw?" Zhan Yan was angry, and all this was discovered.

"No, I think it's safe here. If the mafia didn't take Yinmo's face seriously, I would have lost my temper just now." Mi Ai said, gritting his teeth, and lifted his broken wrist up and down, and the bones were connected. This

It was a serious injury, and Mi Ai exclaimed in pain, "You go first, the bones are connected, and Yin Mo can't be suspicious." Otherwise, the reason why the two sisters broke their bones due to a quarrel would be too far-fetched.

Yin Mo calmly gave Mi Ai medicine. His hands were bruised, the corners of her mouth were red and swollen, and there were blood stains. He heard a crisp sound when he twisted her wrist just now. He just went downstairs to get a medicine box.

, she connected the wrist herself. He suddenly felt a little bit regretful. It was just a test. Was it too harsh?

Then he thought about it, this woman was as fierce as a tiger, he had to really do something to test her skills, there was no way, he couldn't pity a woman who was not a lolita at all.

Yin Mo's analysis was correct, Mi Ai definitely had nothing to do with Lolita, she was a perfect example of a royal sister and a queen.

No, she was injured like this, and I didn't see her showing any pain, even if she was pretending.

"Does it hurt?" Yin Mo asked while rubbing medicine on the corner of her mouth and blowing on it.

"This little injury is nothing." Mi Ai sometimes looked very upset when she was not on a mission. She didn't feel at all that her words would cause ordinary people to misunderstand.

Let me ask, which woman would think it was a trivial matter to have her hand broken and be beaten against the wall? If Mi Ye saw this scene, she would definitely despise her. Mi Ye often enlightened Mi Ai. Women often act coquettishly.

There is no shame in pretending to be weak.

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