The master of metaphysics became rich in the 80s!

Chapter 152 Strange behavior
Qiao Yimo said indifferently, "Go back to the apartment, hasn't it been sold yet?"

Living with someone is worse than living in your own home.

"But...what if it is sold someday?" Qiao An asked hesitantly, "how about..."

Fu Moshen only said, "We will find Twin Flowers as soon as possible."

It is impossible to stay in the sun forever.

Because the body is more important.

"Okay." Joan nodded and got into the taxi.

In the eyes of outsiders, Qiao An was talking to himself the whole time, and it was quite scary just looking at it.

Qiao Yimo and Fu Moshen really returned to the apartment, looking at the clean "home", it seemed like a lifetime away.She rolled up her sleeves, "I'm going to cook."

Fu Mo smiled deeply, "I'll clean up the house."

Fu Moshen cleaned up the apartment in two or three strokes, and Qiao Yimo brought the dinner to the table, "I haven't eaten food from Yangjian for a long time."

They've been in hell for too long.

"Yangjian is better." Fu Moshen also agreed.

Qiao Yimo suddenly asked, "Fu Moshen, do you still remember that uncle who committed suicide? An employee of Qiao's."

Fu Mo raised his eyelids deeply. To him, that uncle was not Qiao's uncle, but a villain who wanted to harm Qiao Yimo.

Qiao Yimo didn't notice the darkness in his eyes, and continued, "He said his sons and daughters killed each other because of money, and I remember they were twins."

Boom boom boom!There is a knock on the door.

Qiao Yimo stopped talking instantly, but when he felt the other party's breath, he knew it was a "friend".

Joan walked in swaggeringly, holding a gift for guests and a bag of snacks in his hand, "Ah, what a coincidence I came, I can eat now."

Qiao Yimo looked at the door, "The seal is off."

Joan finished changing the shoes, "As soon as you raise your hands, you will be restored."

Makes sense!
This is what Fu Moshen and Qiao Yimo raised their hands and dropped their hands.

Joan washed his hands consciously, added more bowls and chopsticks for himself, and acted very comfortable.

Fu Moshen told Qiao An the content of his chat with Qiao Yimo, "The point is not the uncle of the company, but his sons and daughters, twins, killing each other, have you thought of anything?"

Joan was indeed Joan, and he thought of something very important in a blink of an eye.

He said with a sullen face, "Actually, three pairs of twins have been killed in the past year, and the situation is the same."

It's just that his situation does not allow further follow-up, so he can only "hear".

"Three pairs, that's a lot." Qiao Yimo said in a low voice.

Although you can see how busy Po Meng is in the underworld, there is a high probability that she will not die from the same reason.A coincidence is a conspiracy!

Fu Moshen also felt strange, "Can you find their relevant information?"

Joan is eating seriously, "Yes."

Within three hours after he left, the materials were delivered again.

When the door is closed, the seal on the door resets itself.

Qiao Yimo didn't know what she was thinking, maybe it was self-protection?
Fu Moshen began to search for information.

Qiao Yimo was not idle either, she specially invited "Shen Shisheng" and "Gao Lang" to refine weapons together.

Gao Lang was still confused, "I have a job?"

"You guys are idle too." Qiao Yimo said in a low voice, "Get busy, maybe the opponent is very powerful."

Gao Lang looked at Qiao Yimo, "You don't have anything to ask me?"

Qiao Yimo looked at him, then at Shen Shisheng, "I'm so good, what do you need to ask?"

Fine!

Shen Shisheng and Gao Lang were really cooperating, as expected, they were cooperating with Qiao Yimo in refining the weapon.

Half an hour later, the topic turned to games.

"Is it boring?" Fu Moshen appeared behind Qiao Yimo, putting his hands on her shoulders, "Your body is so cold?"

Qiao Yimo leaned into Fu Moshen's arms, "Hey, isn't it because Po Meng said, I should stay cold? Let it be cooler."

The chances of her getting sick are too low.

Fu Moshen looked at the ice blade suddenly floating in the air, and felt that the house was too crowded.

He leaned close to Qiao Yimo's ear and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to go out for a walk?"

They haven't been back for a long time.

"Yes." Qiao Yimo immediately said with a smile, "It's been a long time since I had a serious date."

When Fu Moshen and Qiao Yimo left, there was a conversation behind them.

"Didn't you agree to refine the weapon? Why did you leave? Let's go too."

"What do you know? This is called the period of passionate love. Let's go and call it the light bulb."

"Okay then, tell me what it's like to be an ice blade."

"Really cold."

Qiao Yimo recalled the conversation between Shen Shisheng and Gao Lang, smiled lightly and nestled into Fu Moshen's arms, "We'll come back when everything is settled."

"Okay." Fu Moshen said, "We don't have to work too hard, just enjoy life." Unfortunately, God always wants them to try.

Because Qiao Yimo grabbed Fu Moshen's clothes and pointed forward, "Look at that woman.

Is there anything special about that woman?
Fu Mo looked forward coldly, and also noticed that the woman Qiao Yimo was staring at walked a little strangely.

Twist and twist.

This walking posture is too deliberate, as if... a model?
"What's so interesting about this?" Fu Moshen stretched out his hand to cover Qiao Yimo's eyes.

Qiao Yimo patted his hand away, "What are you thinking? This woman's face is exactly the same as the information you have read."

Fu Moshen's face immediately sank. The records Qiao An gave him were all victims, not the living ones.

Qiao Yimo pulled Fu Moshen's hand vigorously, and quickly followed the woman in front.

It may be because of their "special physique", or it may be because women have clear goals.

The woman didn't notice their existence the whole time, but walked up to a luxury car, naturally put her arms on the shoulders of the man in front of the car, and sent a sweet kiss.

This kiss may not be very sweet.

Qiao Yimo trembled, and pressed Fu Moshen tightly, "Kissing the dead, this is really..."

Fu Mo smiled deeply, "Are there not many similar cases?"

He took out his mobile phone, took a picture of the license plate number, and sent it to Joan.

Joan's speed is really fast!
As soon as they got home, the Qiao family sent relevant messages.

Male, rich second generation, has a twin sister.

Qiao Yimo immediately narrowed her eyes, "Oh, what a coincidence."

Still twins.

Joan replied with another message, "Is the situation not right? I'll go there now."

Fu Moshen immediately refused, "It's too late, we have to rest."

He didn't want to have another light bulb at this time.

Joan replied "See you tomorrow" and then went quiet.

Qiao Yimo's small head rested on Fu Moshen's shoulder. Looking at Qiao An's reply, a big rock suddenly fell to the ground in his heart.

She raised her head and kissed the corner of Fu Moshen's mouth, "Going to sleep."

(End of this chapter)