After putting the tablet down, Mo Qianqian turned around, put the bag on the sofa, and then walked to the balcony, raised his head, and looked at the empty ...... outside

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Den. ‖?*

Beichen Shaoting was on the phone.

"If I don't see the rain, you can get out!" He said into the phone unhappily.

"Yes, yes...... Chen Shao, we will definitely do our best...... But artificial rainfall sometimes doesn't always succeed......" The voice over there was a little weaker.

"It has to be successful! I repeat, if you can't do it, you can get out! Beichen Shaoting's eyes were cold!

"Yes, I see, we will exhaust all means, make sure the rain falls!"

Beichen Shaoting hooked his lips and hung up the phone.

He placed his phone on the table, his expression complicated.

Soon...... A call came in.

Beichen Shaoting glanced at the phone screen, and then answered sternly.

"President, I did everything you asked...... But do we really want to do that? After all, we are so aimed at Yin, to SX. There is nothing good for the L group......" On the other end of the phone, the voice of the secretary came.

"Less nonsense! Do as I say, several high-ranking members of the Yin clan have now thrown themselves to our side, and you will send someone to secretly contact them to find out the situation of the Yin clan!" Regarding all the groups that cooperate with us, let's go on, if anyone dares to cooperate with Yin's, it is with SX. l Don't want to go! Beichen Shaoting ordered word by word!

"Yes...... I'll arrange it right away......," the secretary replied.

As soon as the phone was hung up, Beichen Shaoting threw away the phone!

Looking at the mobile phone with the screen still on, his face became more and more ruthless!

Yin Yecheng ...... Heh, he'll make him pay!

If he Beichen Shaoting really wants to play, a Yin family...... If he wants to destroy it, it won't be difficult!

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Mo Qianqian sat on the balcony and stared at the empty space outside for a long time before he finally got tired.

This rain ...... When will it stop?

Thinking about it, she leaned on the table on the balcony with one hand on her head.

Unconsciously...... I couldn't help but lie down...... Fell asleep.

When Beichen Shaoting came back, Mo Qianqian was already sitting on the balcony and asleep.

She is still wearing that eye-catching black dress!

Beichen Shaoting frowned, then strode over, bent down and hugged her...... Slowly, I walked towards the bedroom.

Mo Qianqian's slender legs shook slightly...... But man sleeps deeply.

As he passed by the sofa, Beichen Shaoting's gaze stopped on the black shoulder bag on the sofa.

She's ready to pack up and leave?!

He frowned and put Mo Qianqian on the bed, and just as he was about to help her cover the quilt, he found some thin scars on her legs.

Like ...... Scratched by branches, grass, or the like.

On her feet, why are there such scars? Did you get it last night?

Beichen Shaoting pursed his lips, and his eyes deepened.

He put her legs under the covers, then abruptly got up and left.

A few minutes later, he walked back with a small round jar, which was the medicine Lu Zi'an gave him.

Beichen Shaoting lifted the quilt on Mo Qianqian's legs, then opened the round jar, dipped it in a little medicine, moved gently, and evenly applied the ointment to the scars on her feet.