Qin Hongjin brushed his sleeves and left.

When passing by, you can see Qin Hongjin's gaze at her, vicious and ruthless.

It's like a poisonous snake letter crawling in the grass in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to come out.

With a thought, Qin Ye knew.

The group of people who sniped her that night were sent by Qin Hongjin.

Therefore, the stock market turmoil of Qin's Group is Jun Moting's handiwork?

Quietly, before everyone was aware of it, the man had already made a move.

As soon as it is shot, it is such a ruthless move that people are unguardable and uncrackable!

High, sure enough, high!

Fearlessly meeting Qin Hongjin's fierce gaze, throwing him a smug and gloating expression, Qin Ye entered the living room with his hands in his pockets.

"Is the decline in the stock price of Qin's Group your handiwork?"

"The **** incident of the Qin family, did you do it?"

Speaking in unison, Jun Moting and Qin Ye stood opposite each other, and their eyebrows and eyes were clear.

In Jun Moting's eyes, it is more about appreciating the same kind.

A 16-year-old boy can only rely on his guessing of people's hearts and control of the Internet to build momentum, and he can fuel an incident that is not very serious to this point.

Four or two thousand pounds, amazing!

"Brother, I'll discuss something with you."

Taking advantage of Jun Moting's good mood, Qin Ye spoke: "I want to move out and live for a while." ”

Thinking that she disappeared for more than half an hour after answering a phone call, and as soon as she came back, she proposed to move out to live, Jun Moting's heart subconsciously thought of the boss of the Mo family.

The soothing complexion suddenly sank, "Why?" ”

"I ......"

Hesitating and entangled, Qin Ye gritted his teeth, "I've caused some trouble, but I want to solve it myself." ”

I don't want to go through your hands.

I don't want to take advantage of the power of the City Lord's Mansion and the Jun family.

Seeing the meaning in the young man's eyes, Jun Moting was silent.

After a long time, he asked, "Did you go to the boss of the Mo family?" ”

"Hmm."

Qin Ye nodded, and explained with some weakness: "However, the trouble is indeed the trouble I caused, and it has nothing to do with him." ”

Jun Moting's heart was a little heavy for no reason.

He was her older brother.

However, at the critical moment, the first thing she thought of was always the boss of the Mo family.

She has nothing to hide from him.

So, they are so unreserved and unreserved to each other?

Well, that's good!

"Whatever you want."

The good mood was gone, Jun Moting glanced at Qin Ye with a cold gaze, raised his feet and left.

Seeing the man walking in the wind, and even the back was telling the angry back, Qin Ye was full of doubts.

Be all abroad!

Didn't you hear what she meant to hone herself and not cause trouble to the City Lord's Mansion and him?

If you don't praise her for being so good, forget it, and still put on a face?

Brain show funny, right?

However, for a period of time in the future, she won't have to sleep in the same bed with Jun Moting.

Oh yes!

Looking down at the airport where he was a little uncomfortable and might not be able to stand up in the future, Qin Ye cheered in his heart.

At lunch, Qin Ye proposed to go to summer camp with his classmates.

For the next week or so, it's time to say goodbye to them.

Xiaoxiao reluctantly pulled Qin Ye's sleeve and sprinkled it, "Brother Ye, don't leave Xiaoxiao, okay?" You're going to have to come back sooner, okay? ”

Qin Shuyi looked pleased, "Well, it's time to have a good relationship with your classmates, go ahead, they're all peers, have fun." ”

After returning to the room after eating, Qin Ye packed up his clothes and toiletries.

Seeing that the young man said that he was going to solve a trouble, and he packed up his things but was happy as if he was going on vacation, the cold air on Jun Moting's body could not be suppressed.

Half an hour later, Qin Ye rode Harley out of Mojing Villa.

"Young Master......"

Uncle Tong stood aside, waiting for Jun Moting's instructions.

The back was cold, staring at the small black dot that gradually faded away in the line of sight until it disappeared, Jun Moting's voice was cold, "Let her go!" ”