Chapter 710: Boss, do you want me?

   Chapter 710 Boss, do you want me?
   Mo Jue's crisp and aggrieved voice made Li Yan's heart tremble, and he couldn't tell what it was like. In short, it was very strange.
  And then--
  Li Yan grabbed her back collar, forcibly pulled the person away from her arms, and patted her on the back of the head with care, "You stand up for me."
  I haven’t seen you for a while, how can the little attendant become sticky.
   didn't know who he learned from, and even dared to hug him.
  Two elders, hugging and hugging, are they honest? !
  Mojue was torn away by him and was not angry. He smiled and moved forward two steps, grabbed Li Yan's trench coat, raised his head and smiled brightly, "Boss, do you want me?"
Li Yan rolled his throat and looked down at the little Mo Jue, holding his clothes with one hand, holding his small fist nervously with one hand, especially the black apricot eyes, which were shining brightly, and the eyes could be clear. To see his reflection.
  Heart, it was hit like this, and it was sour and soft.
  Li Yan stroked Mojue's head in a posture of smoothing her pets. Only now did she realize that she was so short, she was as tall as his chest.
   Xu is Mo Jue always adorned behind him like a small tail, so that Li Yan never noticed her height.
   So, he glanced around, jokingly with a smile, "Why are you so short, are you a meter and five?"
  The joy of reunion after a long absence was shattered by the shock.
   Mo Jue bit the corner of his mouth and quietly stood on his toes, holding his chin up with a lack of confidence, "I am 1.5 meters, rounded to 1.8 meters."
  Well, Mo Jue is still familiar to him.
  Li Yan was actually very happy, but he still picked up the boss’s shelf, threw off the windbreaker, put his hands in his pockets, and straightened his chest, "Come on, tell me, where did my sister hide you these days?"
  After a while, Mo Jue dragged Li Yan to the parasol by the lake. He looked around and ran up to the bodyguard. He said and gestured. The bodyguard twitched the corners of his mouth and nodded in a low voice.
  Li Yan raised his legs and watched this scene, his thick eyebrows frowned, not very comfortable.
  He could see that the bodyguard's posture was very respectful, with a smile in his eyes, and even let Li Yan read a sense of pampering.
  Can you play too much as a bodyguard?
  Where did Li Yan know that during the time when Mo Jue stayed in the manor, he had long been mingled with many bodyguards and servants.
  Everyone knows that she has a close relationship with his wife, and...Luo Yu even called her Miss Mo.
  Not long after, Mo Jue went back under the parasol and grabbed his fingers and said embarrassingly: "Boss, the front yard has been sealed off. We may have to live elsewhere for a few days."
  Li Yan squinted his eyes, "What happened to the front yard?"
   Mo Jue waved his hand, his tone was particularly relaxed, "Nothing serious, it seems that a batch of arms was found in the kitchen."
  Li Yan: "..."
  It’s no big deal.
  In this way, Li Yan did not have time to visit the interior of Piper’s Manor and was dragged into the car by Mo Jue in less than five minutes.
  The bodyguard drove away from the backyard, and proceeded all the way towards the city according to the address Li Qiao provided him.
  In the car, Mo Jue showed out all his previous encounters like a machine gun.
  Li Yan stared at Mo Jue, thoughtfully, "Why is my sister so good to you?"
  Not only can she escape Interpol’s accountability, she also gave her a new identity.
  His impression is pretty and surprisingly lazy, so he will be nosy?
   Mo Jue pursed his mouth, his eyes rolled around. Oops, seeing the boss triumphant, he seemed to have said too much.
  Li Yan smiled dangerously, grabbed her ears, and asked in a negative survey, "What did you do to my Qiaoqiao?"
  Mo felt the pain, frowning and grabbing his wrist, "It hurts, boss, it hurts."
Li Yan loosened her ears, stretched her collar, leaned on the back of the chair and raised Erlang's legs, warning loudly, "Be honest with me in the future, and Qiaoqiao will help you. It's in my face, remember. Thanks, you know?"
   "I know." Mo Jue nodded happily, "Boss, I found you a painting, which seems to be Monet's."
  Li Yan pretending to be a deep cough, and squinted at Mo Jue, "You forgot what I said?"
  Mo Jue grabbed the hem of his clothes with both hands, and leaned forward, "Oh, it's not stealing, it's from Yan Ye's house, and the ancestor said I was given away."
  Li Yan licked the corner of his mouth. Two seconds later, he suddenly lowered his head and leaned towards Mo Jue, "Really Monet's?"
  Front row bodyguard: "..."
  Next to the apartment, he watched the two heads in the back seat come together and muttered discussing various famous paintings in the attic of the manor.
During the    period, Mo Jue took out the small notebook and handed it to Li Yan like a treasure.
  He has never seen such a rude boss in his life.
  ……
  On the other side, the Pama Police Department Headquarters.
  Qin Song was sitting in the interrogation room, holding a cup of water and drinking non-stop, Yu Guang looked at the calm and indifferent man opposite, with a look of lovelessness on his face.
  There are two investigators from the Security Agency sitting next to him, and their faces are also ugly.
  Due to the special nature of the case, the three Li Qiao were forced to be investigated separately.
  Qin Song cleared his throat and opened the evidence documents on the table. A large number of weapon photos were just taken at the manor.
  He moved the photos forward and asked in a meaningful way: "Mr. Shang, do you know these weapons in the kitchen in advance?"
  Shang Yu leaned on the back of the chair, his legs crossed, his arms draped over his fingertips with the armrests, his lips were slightly sideways, "Yeah."
  Qin Song scratched his hair and wrote ‘um’ in the transcript.
  He also asked without lack of guidance: "Where can I buy weapons?"
  As long as he can provide a purchase license, he has a way to help him reverse the case.
   Then, Shang Yu raised his eyes to look at Qin Song, his low-alcohol voice was strong and full of magnetism, "made by his own brand."
  Qin Song looked at him blankly: "..."
  At this time, the security department staff next to him knocked on the table, "Then does your factory have a weaponry research and production license?"
  The man glanced at him coldly, curled his thin lips, indifferent.
  In this case, they have taken offense.
  The interrogation has lasted for half an hour. Except for Qin Song's questions, he will cooperate and answer, and Shang Yu has always turned a deaf ear to the questions of the other two.
  And Li Qiao next door, with the same uncooperative attitude, made the interrogating officer extremely big head.
  As for Wei Lang, he was very cooperative. Not only did he hand in the gun, he also removed all the gun parts, pointed to the number on the accessory, and said meaningfully: "This is the production number. I hope it will be helpful to you."
  The police officer walked away with a pile of gun parts, and reported all the transcripts of the three people level by level.
  Less than 12 o’clock noon, the gun production serial number was checked out, and it came from the Pama Armory Factory.
  The officers of the Police Headquarters, including Qin Song, all looked stunned.
  In the meeting room of the police station in the afternoon, the main persons in charge of the General Administration, the Security Department, the Customs Department and the Anti-Smuggling Department set up a task force to sit around.
  (End of this chapter)