"He also has an accomplice."

Mo Beiting said to Cheng Song.

Cheng Song nodded: "Okay, I know, I will find him out as soon as possible." ”

Looking at Lao Zhu's cowardice, it should be very quick to ask the whereabouts of his accomplices from his mouth, Cheng Song felt that this was the easiest thing he had dealt with in Mr. Mo for so many years.

"BOSS, leave it to me here, you can go back and rest first." Cheng Song said very intimately.

Mo Beiting nodded and stepped on the accelerator.

The silver-gray sports car glows brightly in the night, and is as powerful and domineering as its owner.

……

On the sixth floor, Li Xin had been watching from the balcony, and she went back to her room only after making sure that Mo Beiting had left.

She had seen that old Zhu several times before, and every time she smiled at her, she was very disgusting!

It's just that he is obviously the kind of cowardly market citizen, and when he thinks about it tonight, he should have drunk too much wine to become emboldened.

Fortunately, Mo Beiting was there, otherwise in the middle of the night, he would have smashed the door, and she would have been scared no matter how bold she was!

Holding the mobile phone, Lixin smiled and sent a message to Mo Beiting: "Thank you, pay attention to safety while driving, you have worked hard tonight, and rest early after you go back." ”

After the message was sent, she thought about it, opened WeChat again, and took the initiative to add him as a friend.

When Mo Beiting received the prompt, he was just waiting for the red light.

After reading her message with an expressionless face, he looked at the friend application and frowned slightly.

In fact, he basically doesn't use WeChat.

The work is all by email, and in private he enjoys being alone, and will never send childish and boring WeChat to anyone, and call if he really needs to be contacted.

So something like WeChat is completely unnecessary for him.

Even this WeChat account, Xiao Ning snatched his mobile phone and had to help him apply.

The friend in it is only Xiao Ning.

Therefore, he felt that there was no need to add friends, and directly ignored Lixin's application.

Just when the green light came on, he threw his phone at the co-pilot very casually-

“？”

Why is there a piece of clothing in the passenger seat?

Mo Beiting squinted his eyes and stared at the dress for several seconds before he realized that it was the dress he gave to Lixin's mother.

It was he who watched the shopping guide wrap the skirt and put it in the bag, and he was sure that when he gave the bag to Lixin, the skirt was inside.

So why is it in the car now?

Mo Beiting knew after a little thought, it must have been Lixin who stuffed her skirt in while he wasn't paying attention, and in order to prevent him from finding out, she deliberately kept carrying the bag.

“……”

Mo Beiting's face darkened.

It's really embarrassing for her, in order to fool him, she actually brought the empty bag home?

Was she so reluctant to accept his kindness?

"Snort."

Forget it, it's just a tattered garment.

In a blink of an eye, Mo Beiting held the steering wheel and continued to drive with an expressionless face.

As for the skirt, it is still lying in the passenger seat.

……

Qin Muchen was also lying down at this time.

It's just that he can't sleep!

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, he sat up, grabbed his car keys, and drove home.

It's so late, and his parents are still sitting in the living room?

Qin Muchen rushed over without thinking: "Dad, Mom!" You should have heard all about the Pear family, right? Do you still want to marry Li Weizheng now? ”

"This ......"

Father Qin smiled: "I was still talking to your mother about this matter just now, although there is a lot of commotion now, but I am only investigating, and it doesn't necessarily mean that there is really a problem." ”

"Besides, at this time, when we go to talk to Li Weizheng that we won't marry, won't we fall into the ground? If this is spread out, what should others think of our Qin family? ”