The next morning, Bo Liangyin walked downstairs dressed neatly. Lie and several other men were already packing their luggage and other things nervously and orderly.
She caught a glimpse of a box in front of the living room door, walked over, and took out a shotgun from inside.
"Look at that guy, he doesn't look like he can use such a backward gun." The Cantonese-style double-barreled shotgun is worthy enough to enter a museum based on its age.
A man walked forward with a smile, "The young master is a hunting enthusiast, so he bought this abandoned military warehouse. After all, there are more animals in the Amazon than anywhere else."
Bo Liangyin nodded, put the gun in the box, stood up and looked into the distance. Mo Jingyu stopped in front of the helicopter. The wind raised by the huge propeller made the figure seem to fly away, and the black windbreaker kept moving.
The hair swayed and became messy and wild.
"Let's go after you've packed up." Mo Jingyu came over and held her hand, with a gentle smile on his lips, "Are you feeling better?"
Bo Liangyin remained calm on the surface, but he sighed deeply in his heart. The acting was just acting.
"Very good. After all, Mr. Mo's wife can't be too weak, and she can't be ignorant of praise."
Looking at the woman with a beautiful smile, he had to admit that this woman knew how to judge the situation, and she was the kind of person who was strong when you were strong and weak when you were weak. Women who could bend and stretch were rare in today's society.
"Madam, we will definitely get along very happily." He changed his mind. Although it was deliberately arranged by the old man, he didn't hate it.
"I feel the same." She put her hand in the man's hand and let him lead her into the helicopter, while the rest of the people took another one.
Along the way, Bo Liangyin didn't speak, but just sat in his seat with the headset on. Perhaps because of his recent fatigue, Mo Jingyu quickly fell into a deep sleep.
At six o'clock in the afternoon, the afterglow of the setting sun had gradually stained the earth. After Bo Liangyin stepped out of the helicopter, her legs almost became weak.
Taking a helicopter is just not as good as a passenger plane, at least it’s not as tiring.
Mo Jingyu reached out and held her waist from behind, "Thank you for your hard work, madam."
So considerate? It’s really rare.
The next moment, the spotlights like raindrops were flashing around, especially the female reporter, who was trying her best to squeeze towards Mo Jingyu.
"Mr. Mo, I heard that you are married, is it true?"
"Mr. Mo, is this young lady next to you your Madam?"
"Mr. Mo, I heard earlier that you have an ambiguous relationship with Mr. Richard's daughter. How will you balance this relationship in the future?"
"Mr. Mo, I heard that you are the supreme chairman of the Third Tribunal, and Davis, who is newly ranked on the Forbes list, was arranged by you. Is this true?"
Mo Jingyu always did not respond to the questions just now, but Bo Liangyin knew that the last question had touched his bottom line, otherwise the big hand that circled her waist would not have been so strong that it almost made her almost
Scream out loud.
"What if I were? Do you think you'd survive tonight?"
It was clear that his voice was smiling and his face was gentle, but the words he said made the surrounding temperature drop to freezing point. The reporter who just asked the question also shivered and raised his hand to wipe the sweat left on his forehead.
Lie stepped forward and pushed aside the crowd. There was already an extended RV waiting there in the distance.
Mo Jingyu walked into the car with her arm on his arm, and calmly fiddled with the ring on his left thumb, "Lie, get rid of that reporter."