The next few days were extremely peaceful, and Fu Tingting was not found to have any abnormalities. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Until one afternoon after work, when I returned home from the bureau, there were two figures on the balcony of my hometown. A man and a woman, a woman in a white dress is not who else Fu Tingting can have. And the man standing next to her was definitely not Mo Yiming.

Leaning against the wall, I slowly walked to the staircase, and when I reached the door, I realized that the door was hidden. Didn't go in right away, because ...... I felt the breath of the undead.

I've been in contact with the undead twice before, and this cold feeling is all too familiar.

It's just that this time the breath of the immortals is stronger. It should be that after the last blood sacrifice, his ability is stronger.

I didn't expect Fu Tingting to have something to do with the undead, it seems that Mo Yiming should have guessed it a long time ago. I can't let them find out now, with my ability to be no match for them at all, and rushing in now is just sending them to death.

I went downstairs back to the garage and took out my phone to dial Mo Yiming. The phone rang twice before it was answered: "Hello?"

"Mo Yiming, where are you?" I simply told Mo Yiming on the phone about the immortal.

Mo Yiming on the phone was silent for a while before he spoke: "Where are you now?"

"I'm in the garage. "I looked around vigilantly, afraid of being discovered by the undead.

"Okay! stay there and don't move, I'll be right back. After Mo Yiming finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly.

However, I seem to have heard someone talking to him just now, what is he doing?

After waiting in the garage for more than ten minutes, Mo Yiming came back, opened the car door and looked at me nervously: "Are you okay?"

"It's fine. I shook my head: "Undead ......"

"It's gone!"

"Oh!" I nodded, looking him up and down, only to see that he was dressed so formally. A black suit makes his long legs more slender, but this suit does not feel old-fashioned on him, but has a cold and uninhibited feeling.

The collar of the white shirt inside is slightly open, and the sharp black eyes are slightly narrowed, and the lips are pursed lightly. His brow furrowed slightly, looking a little worried......

"You're ...... today. Where have you been?" Mo Yiming was so handsome in this dress, I couldn't help but take a few more looks: "So handsome." ”

"Do you think I went to the bank to rob my money?" Mo Yiming shook his head helplessly, held my hand, and slowly walked upstairs.

"I've always been curious about a question. I thought about it carefully, and it seemed that I had asked him this question before, but he didn't answer: "Where did you get your money from, and what kind of work do you do?"

"It's just an investment in a company. Mo Yi replied indifferently, took out the key from his bag and opened the door: "If you don't make money, what will you feed you?"

"Qi!" I gave him a blank look: "I can feed myself, and I am not a parasite." ”

Fu Tingting heard the sound at the door and immediately stood up: "You're back, I made tea, do you want to taste it?"

Mo Yiming didn't speak, and walked directly into the study.

I didn't plan to deal with her, but when I walked around the living room, I didn't see Mobao: "Where's Mobao?"

"I don't know. Fu Tingting shook her head: "Did you go out to play?"

It's so late, Mobao knows how to measure, and he will never go home at this point. Could it be ......

I stared at Fu Tingting with slightly squinted eyes, and slowly walked towards her: "You...... You really don't see Mobao?"

"No, no......" Fu Tingting subconsciously took two steps back, accidentally hit the table, and the tea set on the table was knocked to the ground.