It was very cold in winter, and Nangong Jue took the blanket from Lan Yi's hand and covered Mo Xin.

Even when the middle-aged man was brought over, he didn't ask anything.

Instead, he handed the sweet milk heated by the stove to Mo Xin and said, "The temperature is just right." ”

Mo Xin nodded, being wrapped like a dumpling by her big brother, and her movements were not very convenient.

Nangong Jue inserted a straw on the bottle of sweet milk, and then took it to feed Mo Xin himself.

For this kind of wireless spoiling of his sister, people who are familiar with each other are no longer surprised.

But for others, this is simply a visual impact, and there is no way for people to accept that the cold-faced Yama has such a soft and doting side. a

The middle-aged man who was still frightened was simply shocked by Nangong Jue, who was like Shura before, but now he is as gentle as a god.

He didn't dare to imagine that the very spicy and murderous man was the Prince Nangong in front of him who took care of people.

Nangong Jue held the milk for his sister in one hand, and then turned his head to look at the middle-aged man and said, "Now you can say it." ”

Only then did the middle-aged man react: "I know that the killer party in every country has a mysterious ruler, and the ruler has a list in his hand, and that list is all the killer party members in the ruler's jurisdiction. ”

"The killer party is hidden among the people, there are people from all walks of life, and we are all in one-line contact with the rulers, so only the killer party rulers of country H know how many people in country H are in the global killer file. ”

After listening to this, Nangong Jue raised his eyebrows: "Contact information?"

The middle-aged man shook his head: "Every time there is a mission, the ruler will contact us one-way, so only he can find us, and we can't find him." ”

Nangong Jue frowned tightly after hearing this, and then looked at the basket: "Take it down, remember to record the video." ”

Lan nodded: "Understood." ”

Lan Yi asked the middle-aged man to leave, and Mo Xin said, "The matter of the little brother is solved?"

Nangong Jue said: "Take them to record it, I really think, all the truth will come out in the second half of the night today." ”

Mo Xin understood, and then spoke, "That's good." ”

Mo Qian smiled: "Sister, remember to be a guest for my brother during the concert." ”

Nangong Jue wanted to object again, but her sister had already said, "Okay, I will definitely go that day." ”

Nangong Jue swallowed back the words of objection and said, "It's okay to wear a mask." ”

Mo Xin was not happy to hear it: "How ugly it is to wear a mask." ”

Nangong Jue chuckled: "It's not ugly, it's a beautiful mask." ”

Mo Xin thought that it would be good to wear those beautiful masks, so she nodded: "It's also done." ”

"Are you sleepy?" asked Nangong Jue.

Mo Xin nodded: "It's a little, it's ten o'clock at night now." ”

Mo leaned into the soft chair on the other side and said, "We're going to sleep here tonight?"

Mo Xin said: "What's wrong, you can also look at the stars." ”

Mo tilted his head: "If you like it, my brother will accompany you." ”

Nangong Jue glanced at his younger brother who had no eyesight, and then looked at Lan Er and said, "Bring the quilt in the car." ”

Soon, Lan Er went and went back, and then brought a quilt.

Nangong Jue moved the large double soft chair next to the stove, and then pressed a button, and the soft chair extended directly back to form a chair bed.

Nangong Jue lay beside his sister, covered it with a quilt, and then used his arm as a pillow for his sister.

Han Yu's eyes were cold, but he didn't have any position to say anything at the moment.

Mo Han is used to it, so it's no surprise that my sister is the closest to her eldest brother.