An Lingjuan nodded very solemnly: "Yan Yi, what you said is very correct. At that time, my uncle also thought that what you said was very reasonable, so he actively cooperated with you in the anti-drug campaign.
The money earned by our three major families can’t be squandered in a few lifetimes. How could I deal with drugs? That is the most unreasonable thing.
But the pot is too big, and there will inevitably be a few bad rats in the soup. Uncle will definitely investigate and give you an explanation within three days.
If it was really someone from my Anjia Gang who did it, I would personally twist off their heads without Yan Yi taking action."
Mo Yanyi looked at An Lingchun's righteous words indifferently, and raised a cold smile at the corner of his mouth: "I don't want my uncle to give me an explanation.
I hope my uncle understands what I, Mo Yanyi, will never condone."
"Of course I understand." The smile on An Lingchuan's face was a little unnatural.
No matter what, Mo Yanyi is a junior to him, and he is the boss of the gang, but he is being scolded by a young boy, how can he feel good in his heart?
But thinking of An Xuexi, I could bear with my cowardice. He would be his son-in-law sooner or later.
Mo Yanyi was silent for a moment and said solemnly: "I hope uncle... really understands."
After saying that, he turned around and left. An Lingchun felt a cold wind blowing through him.
I couldn't help but shuddered
Mo Yanyi returned to the gun training hall, and Bao'er was still practicing, as if he was very interested in that cold and deadly thing.
When he saw Mo Yanyi coming back, he smiled, put down his gun, walked to him and said, "Do you believe it? I just hit a ten-ring shot."
Mo Yanyi smiled lightly and said: "I will participate in the actual shooting competition held in Paris next month, and I will take you with me."
Bao'er's eyes lit up, he took Mo Yanyi's arm and said happily: "I can go to Paris for summer vacation next month."
Mo Yanyi smiled, took Bao'er's hand and left
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three days later
Mo Yanyi got ready to send Bao'er to school early in the morning. Every day, he would take Bao'er to and from school and ride alone in his car.
There are only about ten students in each class, and the most is only twenty brain cells. If there are not enough brain cells, no matter how much money you have, this aristocratic school will not accept them.
After two days of school, Baoer feels pretty good. But everyone knows where she is and they feel a little distanced from her.
He always tries to please her, which makes her feel a bit boring