With a slight eyebrow raised, Mo Shangjun looked at the young man in front of him.
It was the motorcycle boy I met a few nights ago.
If I remember correctly, other children called him Brother Bo.
I don’t know if it’s because the town is too small, or if it’s just fate, but I happened to meet him while having a meal.
"Why do you have relatives everywhere?" Ding Jing teased from the side.
"What does this mean?" Brother Bo took over the words very smoothly, "It means that my sister has a lot of connections!"
Ding Jing nodded in agreement, "That seems to make sense."
"Don't mistakenly identify relatives." Mo Shangyun said calmly, and at the same time he gave Ding Jing a cold look.
So good, why is she getting involved?
Brother Bo put his hands on the table, then tilted his head to look at Mo Shangyun, "Sister, last time I asked you for your contact information, what did you say?"
"..."
Mo Shangjun only felt a throbbing pain in his head.
Damn it, who thought we would run into him again?
She didn't want to have anything to do with this kid. After all, he was the one who "arranged" Yan Tianxing in front of him...
But I have put my words in front of me. It would be a bit embarrassing to go back on my word with a child.
After thinking about it, Mo Shangyun reached out to him and said, "Mobile phone."
Bogo neatly handed the phone to Mo Shangyun.
When Mo Shangjun took it, he winked at Ding Jing. Ding Jing raised his chin proudly and casually picked up his mobile phone to play with it.
So, when Mo Shangjun made a call, the cell phone in her pocket rang not long after.
Brother Bo, who had been staring at Mo Shangjun, breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the movement on her cell phone.
After hanging up the phone in time, Mo Shangjun wrote a "Si Sheng" note for Brother Bo, and then returned the phone to Brother Bo.
"Sister Si."
After taking the phone and looking at the notes, Brother Bo immediately changed his name.
"My name is Yang Bai, the Yang of the poplar tree, the cypress of the cypress tree."
Hearing the sound, Ding Jing narrowed his eyes and looked at him carefully.
"Okay, I'll remember it." Mo Shangyun nodded slightly.
"Sister Si, this is the meal," Yang Bai raised his hand and touched his nose, then smiled at Mo Shangjun and said, "I'll take it!"
"Thank you."
Mo Shangyun raised the tea cup towards him, said something and drank the tea in one gulp.
There really is something about being a child of the world.
Yang Bai smiled extremely happily.
Seeing how cheerful they were chatting, Yang Bai's friends watched for a while and then came over in unison.
Some people even joked: "Isn't this the beauty from last time? Do you want to join us at the table?"
Mo Shangjun had only seen them once, because the car behind them was not that fast, and she had long been left behind. But thanks to the training given to her by Yan Tianxing, Mo Shangjun still felt familiar when she looked at these people.
There seemed to be a few more than last time, and the girls even changed.
They all looked at Mo Shangjun and Ding Jing with great interest.
However, Mo Shangjun didn't say a word, but glanced at Yang Bai, who then drove them all to the private room on the second floor.
"Sister Si, I'll go talk to them first and come back later." Yang Bai turned around and spoke to Mo Shangyun, then left with the others.
"Sister Si?" Ding Jing looked at Mo Shangjun teasingly, "You're cheating your junior sister like this?"
"Not really." Mo Shangjun shrugged.
Let's cheat each other.
When her phone often didn't work, Si Sheng would use her phone to act like a monster. Anyway, it wasn't just once or twice.
They are used to each other.
However, they all have to control their proportions.
While Ding Jing was eating, he asked Mo Shangjun about Yang Bai.
"I borrowed his car last time and saw that his driving skills were terrible, so I took him for a ride." Mo Shangjun said casually.
In her opinion, this is really the truth.
I didn't say anything specific.
Ding Jing was stunned for a moment, but soon smiled, believing Mo Shangyun's words.
Mo Shangyun is a man who is not surprised to encounter any weird things.
"Speaking of which, do you know the last name of the owner of this store?" Ding Jing asked.
"What?"
Mo Shangjun took a bite of snake meat.
Ding Jing picked up the chopsticks and pointed upward, then spit out one word, "Yang."
Mo Shangjun paused for a moment, then took another chopstick of rice into his mouth.
Even if there is such a coincidence, it's just for fun, and it doesn't have much to do with them anyway.
However, the "overlord meal" that Ding Jing had in mind was achieved in a roundabout way.
"What I just wanted to tell you," Ding Jing leaned forward a little, then raised his eyebrows at Mo Shangyun, "the target we have been targeting these two days belongs to a gang here, and it just so happens that this store
My boss also came from there."
Mo Shangjun looked at her sideways.
"What a coincidence?" Ding Jing asked with a smile.
"It's quite a coincidence," Mo Shangjun said lightly, "but if the adults know about us coming here to eat, wouldn't we have to join the team again?"
Ding Jing thought about it and felt that what she said made sense, and said, "Okay, let's finish eating and leave as soon as possible."
After all, they are currently stalkers and are not suitable to have anything to do with the stalked and their related people.
It would be best for both of them to be invisible.
"Forget it, let's talk to the team."
Mo Shangjun put down his chopsticks and took out his cell phone.
If something happens, it's better to report it to avoid causing any trouble. They may be fine by then, but it will be bad if it affects others.
Ding Jing smiled and said, "Oh, it's not like you."
Mo Shangjun said: "You are being reviewed, so you have to be more thoughtful."
In the past, she didn't think it was necessary to say this.
But under the subtle "education" of GS9, she doesn't mind the "unnecessary action".
Mo Shangyun briefly told Bu Yirong about his encounter after eating. He tried to give him as much information as possible, hoping that Bu Yirong would have an idea.
They don't know what kind of task they have to do.
They are followed every day like a part-time job, and they are probably at the edge of the mission. Their existence is dispensable, but "they" are indispensable. Of course, "they" can be replaced by anyone.
All in all, the trouble cannot be caused by them. (To be continued)