The group pet Xiaojiaobao is an almighty boss, beautiful and sassy

Chapter 139 Disturbing His Dream
After changing his clothes, Luo Yuncheng opened the door and went out. He looked around the living room but couldn't find Jiang Qingmo.

"Mo Mo?" He turned around and found that the door of a bedroom facing south was not closed tightly. He walked over, opened the door carefully, and called softly.

Looking up with dog-gnawing bangs, he happened to see the person with his back facing him buried in his desk, "Are you... drawing?"

As he got closer, Luo Yuncheng realized that she was drawing a portrait with charcoal pens. Although it was a portrait, there were only a pair of slanted eyes for reference only. Besides, there was a lot of blank space.

Jiang Qingmo's painting skills are not bad. If he hadn't chosen figure skating at the beginning, he would probably be an unconstrained art student now.

A pair of eyes are painted so vividly that they seem to come alive.

Luo Yuncheng spoke abruptly, breaking her urge to fill in the blank space, put down the charcoal pen, and nodded.

From time to time, the pink fingertips pressed against the eyes twice, and his mouth was full of regret, regretting that he couldn't take off the mask of that person.

It's a pity that what the world lacks the most is medicine for regret.

"If only he could find out his identity with just a pair of eyes." Jiang Qing mo sighed secretly.

Although it is a fantasy, it does not prevent her from having this dream first.

Luo Yuncheng took another step closer, focused on those slanted eyes, and instantly remembered her injury last time.

The one who gave her a headache should be the unidentified man from before.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, although he wanted to help, but it was too difficult for him with only a pair of eyes.

"If there are other characteristics, it may be easier to handle."

Luo Yuncheng murmured something into Jiang Qingmo's ears, she suddenly turned her head and blinked at him two or three times before remembering his profession.

I lowered my head and thought for a while, then tentatively asked: "There are no characteristics, but there are personal belongings, can you find them?"

The man's face was devoured by wild wolves, and his appearance could not be restored at all. Apart from these distinctive eyes, the only thing left was the gold watch Fang Juexia provided.

But—the source of the gold watch is unknown, and the search workload is huge, otherwise, the police would not have made any progress for so long.

Jiang Qingmo didn't expect him to find him, but if there was a slight chance to find out the man's identity information, wouldn't it be much easier to follow the clues to catch the mastermind behind the scenes.

"Item?" Luo Yuncheng was suspicious, but didn't dare to boast, "Why don't I try it?"

Jiang Qingmo then took him to the study room that Sheng Yu specially prepared for her. In the study room, everything was fully equipped, but Jiang Qingmo seldom used it and was basically idle.

Now it can be fully utilized.

Luo Yuncheng quickly set up his own application program on the computer, and Jiang Qingmo's eyes were dazzled by the code he entered. After staring at it for a while, his head became dizzy.

But she was not idle, and turned to call Fang Juexia and asked about the brand of the gold watch.

Through Luo Yuncheng's keystrokes on the keyboard, the information of all the customers who bought the gold watch jumped on the screen, including Fang Juexia's father, Fang Jianwu.

Unfortunately, none of these people had such slanted eyes, and none had the surname Fan.

"If someone sells this watch and then circulates it through the underground trading market, the investigation workload will be very heavy." Luo Yuncheng let go of his hand on the keyboard and turned back.

At that time, it would be a shame to burn this host.

Jiang Qingmo put one hand on the back of the chair, staring carefully at the scrolling information on the screen, unwilling to give up like this.

The other party is dormant in the dark, waiting for the next ambush at any time, who knows whose hand will be borrowed next time to deal with her.

"Yuncheng, next time, I won't be so lucky." Whether it's from the mother's side or the father's side, they all want her to die.

Even if she wanted to calm things down, the other party would not let it go, and begging for mercy would be absolutely impossible.

That being the case, she had to make a plan early, and take the lead before the other party made further moves.

A strange stream of light flickered in Jiang Qing's dark amber icy eyes, and Luo Yuncheng was quickly infected by the emotion of dying to be born later. He turned around and looked at the screen in front of him, tightening his mandibles, as if hesitating .

But he only hesitated for a few seconds in a daze, then dropped his hand to the keyboard again, typed out a code on the screen, and carefully entered the password in the twelve-digit blank box.

"Boss! It's Black Virus."

At the same time, an earth-shattering sound suddenly came out, and that sound could only wish to blow the entire roof away.

"It's so noisy! I don't know if I'm going to go back to sleep at this time." Not far away, a man lying on a dilapidated sofa that can be seen with mottled stains cursed and then covered his face with newspapers went back.

The owner of that earth-shattering voice dared not speak a word again, as if someone had been strangled by the neck.

Time also seemed to stand still.

Within two seconds, the man with the newspaper on his face suddenly sat up and yelled in a rough voice, "What did you say!"

The younger brother was so frightened by his loud roar that his legs became weak and trembling, "Virus, it's... Black Virus."

The inch-cut man on the sofa turned his head, his sleepy eyes widened in a flash, his long legs slumped off the sofa, and he quickly got up and strode to the computer with twelve large screens.

The silver earring under the left earlobe is cold and dazzling under the bright light of the screen.

The already fierce appearance, coupled with an old scar on the right eyebrow, makes people even more inexplicably horrified. I always feel that this is a gold medal fighter in some dangerous organization.

"Why did Virus appear suddenly?" the inch-cut man murmured, and immediately turned around, "Have you found his address?"

The younger brother with green hair shook his head, and then added: "The source of the signal is... the North Pole."

"Cut~ It's his usual method again," the cut-headed man was disturbed by someone for no reason, Qingmeng, his eyes did not hide the murderous intent, but there was a hint of doting on his mouth.

It seems that he is already very familiar with Virus's intrusion methods.

Slowly retracting the fingertips that were touching the table, the whole person turned around, leaned his back against the long table, raised his hand and yawned exaggeratedly, "Let's see what he's looking for this time."

"Boss, I can't find it. When he comes in, our system won't work."

"Useless things."

Green-haired boy: I want to cry.

No matter who it is, even a genius, it's useless against Black Virus.

Who doesn't know that this person's life has been fired to a sky-high price on the assassination list of the trading market, but has anyone succeeded so far?
Don't say success, I haven't seen it face to face.

When Lumao thought about it, his heart suddenly calmed down a lot. A waste is a waste. It is not something to be ashamed of if you can't resist the Black Virus.

(End of this chapter)