Chapter 595

sts before"Cheng Anya’s perspective had always been a thorn in Han Bi's heart, hidden deep within, causing her pain.I smashed my third laptop since I started writing today, smashing it to pieces. I ru...Chapter 595

Moyao was woken up by Moxiaobai, and upon seeing his face so close, he instinctively swung his hand before his brain could react, smacking Moxiaobai across the face. Moxiaobai hadn't expected the boss to hit him, so he just stood there dumbly in shock. What kind of situation was this He felt terribly wronged; fortunately, since the boss had been injured, his strength wasn’t too great. Even though it was a solid slap, the force dispersed quite a bit, otherwise his face would surely have swollen.

Moyao hit Moxiaobai and as a result, all the pain was on himself. His wound, which had only just been stitched up after removing the bullet, split open again from the impact. The pain caused Moyao to sweat profusely; Moxiaobai hurriedly brought over some painkillers but Moyao pushed his hand away.

This scorching injury he would endure without flinching, remembering this feeling for the next time when he wouldn't make the same mistake again.

"Boss…" Moxiaobai was extremely anxious; he had no choice but to put down the painkillers and take a towel to wipe Moyao’s face, which was drenched in sweat. Even his chest was stained red. He hurriedly undid Moyao's clothes and saw that all the bandages on his chest were now red too. Taking out the first aid kit with scissors, he cut off the bandage; even when he had tried to climb up the stairs earlier, his wound had split open but this time it was more serious, bleeding excessively.

Moxiaobai stopped the bleeding and cleaned around the wound without being able to help himself from saying, "Boss, I’m also troubling you. As a patient yourself, can’t you be gentler After all that effort of cooking rice porridge for you and calling you up, why did you hit me Even if you want to hit me, just tell me; I’ll do it myself so you don't have to move your hand. Look at this wound—it’s already split open like this."

He wanted to give Moyao anesthesia but Moyao refused again. Moxiaobai had no choice but to disinfect and apply medicine after the wound was cleaned; Moyao, being someone with a strong willpower, was extremely stubborn and didn’t make a sound even when he sweated profusely. He remained still until Moxiaobai finished applying the medication and wrapped the bandages around him.

After finishing all this work, Moxiaobai washed his hands and returned to feed Moyao; the porridge was just lukewarm, perfect for eating. Moyao wanted to eat it himself but Moxiaobai wouldn’t let him and insisted on feeding him. Since Moyao was too ill to have much strength left in him, glaring at Moxiaobai wasn’t very effective so he decided to ignore him instead. Moxiaobai couldn't go against the boss’s wishes, so all he could do was bring over a small table. Moyao ate the porridge mouthful by mouthful but his movements were stiff and uncoordinated; Moxiaobai found it hard to watch this and yet didn’t want to defy the boss.

Wah… He felt so wronged.

Moyao kept drinking until the porridge turned cold. With a naturally large appetite, he was still hungry after eating quite a lot; Moxiaobai went downstairs again to get more for him.

"Boss, how’s my cooking"

"Average."

"Just 'ordinary'" Mo Baixue was hurt, "I think my skills are better than yours, yet you say it's ordinary. That really hurts me."

"You don't have a heart."

"Do you want to see what’s inside"

"Go ahead and dig."

Mo Baixue was speechless; the boss had no sense of humor, or rather, he appreciated dry wit, which Mo Baixue did not.

After drinking porridge, Mo Yao wanted to sleep again. Mo Baixue didn't bother him and went to his study to attend to matters. As Mo Yao loved playing with his gun, the mafia's affairs fell on their three shoulders. If he were to interfere, Wushuang would definitely fly over to stomp on him.

Mo Baixue logged in, entered the mafia headquarters' network, and began handling things. His methods differed greatly from Mo Yao’s; only Wushuang and Mo Chen knew that something had happened to Mo Yao within the mafia. Even Fengyu, Lei-dian (Thunderbolt), and Yuer were unaware of it. They merely knew that the agreed-upon deal was temporarily on hold for a while and he wouldn't be returning to Rome, dealing with everything behind the scenes without any public appearances. Thus, Mo Baixue tried his best to emulate his boss’s swift and decisive manner.

This guy loved playing around; the boss preferred getting things done quickly and efficiently. He would kick away obstacles straight into the Pacific Ocean, whereas Mo Baixue enjoyed kicking stones while walking, watching them roll down the road in pain. Therefore, their methods of handling matters differed greatly.

For instance, this time when the boss was shot with a gun, Mo Baixue suspected that it was done by the counterfeit money syndicate; there wasn't any logic to them ambushing right after they left. Few people knew about their discussions, so they were the prime suspects. Although Wushuang handled the matter, he still wanted to investigate from this angle since the deal had been concluded and he now had an opportunity to play with them.

In a blink of an eye, an afternoon passed. Mo Baixue visited his boss twice during this period; both times, the boss was sleeping. On his last visit, the boss woke up. Eagerly, Mo Baixue brought him a bowl of nourishing soup he had simmered for the entire afternoon and presented it to him as if offering a treasure. The boss loved soups that were cooked for hours and enjoyed eating radishes in bone broth; Mo Baixue knew his tastes intimately well and blinked his eyes expectantly, waiting for praise.

The boss glanced at his heavily bandaged hand and hummed an affirmative note of approval. This made Mo Baixue's heart bloom with happiness. With a cold expression and reluctance to speak much, the boss drank the soup and nodded when asked if he wanted more; Mo Baixue went down again to fetch another bowl for him.

The boss looked out the window at the warm sunset, seeing green and lush paulownia leaves outside that seemed to symbolize a vibrant life force. The boss thought of them as these paulownia trees, in their prime of vitality.

He clutched his chest; he wasn't going to let the matter of this gunshot go so easily.

Momo Xiaobai brought up some soup and saw Big Brother clutching his chest, looking thoughtful with a hint of viciousness on his face. Momo Xiaobai said, "Big Brother, you can rest assured. I will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly until the person who hurt you doesn’t even recognize their own ancestors."

Mòyáo frowned and said, "Leave this to Wúshuāng; you don't need to handle it."

"Why not" Momo Xiaobai protested. "Do you doubt my ability If something happens on my turf, how can I just ignore it Anyway, I’m going to deal with this matter."

Mòyáo said in a deep voice, "Leave it to Wúshuāng."

"Why must it be given to Sister Even if you think I'm not fit for handling this matter, give it to Little Brother instead. She's not an expert in this field," Momo Xiaobai asked doubtfully.

Mòyáo said, "Mòchén has other matters to attend to, and as for me, if I fall ill, who will handle my affairs You're already busy enough with your own matters. Why bother with a killer's business when Wúshuāng is free recently and has Gǔmiàn’s help, leaving her less things to do It's best that she investigates."

Momo Xiaobai thought about it and decided not to argue further; after all, Big Brother was the most meticulous. He voiced his suspicions regarding who might have been behind the fake currency business this time around, but Mòyáo shook his head and said with a spoon in hand, "They don't have that kind of courage. Don’t waste your thoughts on it."

"Really"

Mòyáo nodded and said while stirring the soup, "I’ve accumulated many connections; someone wanting to kill me is quite normal. With so many killers around, Wúshuāng is best at handling this sort of thing, and Gǔmiàn comes from a killer background too. It’s better for them to handle it than you."

Momo Xiaobai gave up after hearing Mòyáo's explanation.

After drinking the soup and unable to sleep, Momo Xiaobai chatted with him beside his bed. Suddenly he said, "Big Brother, how long has it been since you've lived such a comfortable life Eating when hungry, sleeping when tired. How does it feel"

"If you talked less, I would feel better," Mo Yue said coldly. Mo Xiaobai said, "This is definitely insincere talk; without me, it would be so boring."

Mo Yue didn't say anything as Mo Xiaobai took over with his laptop and made sure the boss was comfortably lying down before he smiled and said, "I'll take care of official business while you watch a movie. By the way, what kind of movie do you want to see I have lots here—action movies, comedies, thrillers, romantic ones—all sorts."

"Whatever!" Mo Yue replied.

Mo Xiaobai smiled and said, "Given how busy you are usually, the DVDs I gave you must not have been watched. So let's watch my films then."

Mo Yue glanced at Mo Xiaobai who was just starting to play a movie. It was one he had acted in two years ago—another sci-fi film that was filled with individual heroism from beginning to end. The film was extremely popular and an Oscar winner; Mo Yue won Best Actor for it, making it a landmark work of his career.

Mo Yue felt that Mo Xiaobai must have deliberately chosen this movie—one where he would hog all the glory from start to finish—just as a way to show off. He smiled inwardly and decided not to pay attention to Mo Xiaobai's little trick, but he also understood the message being conveyed—something he didn't want to think about.

Mo Xiaobai was using his keyboard with hands wrapped up like pig hooves. Mo Yue wanted to laugh but couldn’t bring himself to do so as it looked very funny.

"Can you use that intelligent keyboard" Mo Yue couldn't help speaking up, and Mo Xiaobai said, "No need, I won’t disturb you. You just watch the film; this way works too, although it's slower."

He tapped, tapped, tapped... on the keys.

Mo Yue could only let him be. Halfway through watching the movie, Mo Xiaobai said to Mo Yue, "Boss, what do you think of this special effect It’s cool and impressive right We spent a month filming it without any props, so it's quite satisfying."

Mo Yue replied, "It passes muster."

"This is the best. Who else has skills like mine" Mo Xiaobai said proudly with a smile. Mo Yue smiled and let him boast; no one could refute that claim anyway.

"Boss, how about my acting Is it decent" Mo Xiaobai asked.-stoppingly terrifying.If he were angry and shouting, she might not be afraid, but the calmer he was, the more uneasy Tsai Xiaojing felt.Once they reached the 44th floor, Nuwan took a quick bath, scru...