Mo Chen finally waited until the day when Gu Baobao's injury improved, and almost couldn't wait to pack up and take Gu Baobao and the children back to Qianyun Island. From Zhou Muhan, Mo Chen knew that Mumu was the genius who hacked Mo Xiaobai that day. This news
He had been prepared in his heart and did not show too much surprise. He accepted the news calmly. He did not know that Mo Yao was in Mumu. He did not ask Zhou Muhan to help check Mumu. He was also an intelligence expert and he wanted to check himself.
My son will not borrow from others.
As soon as Sensen got on the plane, he ran around in surprise, "Daddy, I've been on a plane before, and it was first class, and it didn't have such good equipment. Wow, there are stereos and treadmills. Daddy, what kind of plane is this?"
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Gu Baobao was also surprised. She had never flown on such a high-end private jet.
Mumu didn't look surprised at all.
Mo Chen hugged Sensen and sat down, "This is daddy's special plane, do you like it?"
"I like it!" Sensen looked excited, "I like it so much, Daddy, I want it too."
"When you turn eighteen, daddy will give you a car." Mo Chen said, his son's request must be fulfilled. Gu Baobao pursed his lips, this is too wasteful, too wasteful.
“How many private jets does our family have?”
"Five." Mo Chen said with a chuckle. This does not include helicopters. These are private jets. They are all the latest products. They are commercial jets developed by the number one terrorist organization and are specially used by people at the top of the pyramid.
When Ye Wei first developed this thing, she was still surprised. It was a miracle that the first terrorist organization could develop a plane without guns. Who knew that this passenger plane was actually a weapon and very versatile, so almost all the people who could buy it were arms dealers.
Mostly.
Gu Baobao was not as happy as Sensen. She kept asking Mo Chen questions. She felt vaguely uneasy. She didn't know whether her trip was right or wrong, and she didn't know what her next step should be.
"You didn't sleep well yesterday. It will take a long time before you get home. Go inside and sleep for a while." Mo Chen said softly. Gu Baobao also felt a little sleepy, so he went into the room to rest. The room was also very luxuriously decorated, and she couldn't bear it.
I can’t help but think, it’s great to have money.
Sensen was playing games, and Mumu was looking at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window alone. Mo Chen sat across from him. He needed to talk to Mumu, but Gu Baobao hadn't acknowledged him yet. He didn't know what Mumu had in mind.
She didn't regard him as her father, so she had to pay special attention to the tone of her conversation. Mumu was different from Sensen. Mumu looked at him, raised her eyebrows and asked, "What's the matter?"
"We have lived together for such a long time and I have never heard you call me daddy!" Mo Chen smiled gently.
Mumu said, "Shouting or not won't change anything."
Mo Chen was overjoyed. His meaning was very obvious. No matter what, you are still daddy and cannot be changed. With this big premise, Mo Chen felt a little more relieved. "Sensen said you are very profitable. You can tell daddy that he is here."
What kind of work do you do?"
Mu Mu frowned and looked at Mo Chen, unwilling to answer. Mo Chen said, "I have no other intention, I just care about you."
"No need!" Mumu turned away, "I'm fine."
Mo Chen laughed and said, "You know? A child like you is smart and precocious. He thinks he is right about everything, but in fact he may not be right. It is good to listen to the opinions of adults occasionally. Although Daddy is not as good as you.
Smart, but daddy has experienced everything in his life, can he at least give you some advice? I can at least have some experience to tell you and tell you how to go in the future."
Mumu didn't say anything. After a while, he said, "Internet work."
Mo Chen smiled and said, "There are many types of work in the Internet. What is it specifically? Is it a game?"
"I don't believe you haven't checked it yourself. You're asking me because you doubt me, right?" Mu Mu had some displeasure on his face.
Mo Chen said, "I am very suspicious of what kind of job you do, and I even suspect that you work for the government, but Mumu, daddy has never checked you. Daddy is sitting here asking you because you are my son and I don't know how to do it."
If I go check you out, I would rather believe that you will believe me and tell me."
Mumu quickly lowered his head, looked at them densely, pouted his lips, and ran to another seat to avoid harming Chiyu.
"Really?" Mumu asked doubtfully.
Mo Chen nodded, "Really!"
"I'll take you home." Mo Chen said with a calm expression, "Do you know what kind of danger I'm taking? Qianyun Island is very secretive. There are detectors underground and on the ground. Government personnel cannot detect us.
Location. We have lost a home and been bombed beyond recognition. Because of this bombing, we have lost many brothers, comrades, and relatives. If Qianyun Island is discovered again, there will be another similar bombing, and everyone will die by then.
It might be me, it might be your uncle, it might be the young Yuanque and Nianhen, it might be my daddy, mommy, your grandpa, grandma. Mumu, people are made of flesh and blood, not
Made of steel, it doesn’t have three heads and six arms, it can’t withstand bullets and bombardments, we will die, do you understand?”
"No one wants you to die." Mumu said in a low voice.
Mo Chen said, "If you work for the government and you have a tracker installed on you, I can tell you the truth that they can't track Qianyun Island because the rays will hide the tracker signal on you. From the moment you get on the plane,
The signal was lost at the beginning. But you are very smart and you will remember the longitude and latitude, so I don’t dare to take risks. Daddy will have a sincere talk with you and don’t do anything that we will both regret, okay?”
"After all, you still don't trust me, that's why you talked to me." Mumu didn't look at Mo Chen. She was holding the cup, her fingers turning white.
Mo Chen said, "No, I believe you, that's why I talk to you. Mumu, I don't care what job you do, even if you really work for counter-terrorism, even if you are really a government employee, I don't care, this is your own
It’s your choice. If you think this job is something you like and is meaningful to you, then I won’t stop you. I just want to tell you, don’t hurt your family.”
"It's not what you think!" Mumu's slightly high-pitched voice was a little aggrieved, but it fell silent again. Mo Chen raised his eyebrows, and seeing his son's silent expression, he couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart.
Mumu hesitated for a while and said softly, "I won't hurt you."
