The master of metaphysics became rich in the 80s!

Chapter 167

She turned back to Fu Moshen and said, "I didn't find anything."

"Order first." Fu Moshen said.

Qiao Yimo withdrew her thoughts, ordered a few small meals, and waited for them to be delivered to her door.

When Qiao Na walked back to the living room, she had already changed into home clothes, and immediately threw the documents on the table, "I'm so bored every day."

Qiao Yimo's gaze dropped, "Are you tired of reading novels in the company?"

Qiao Na was astonished, followed Qiao Yimo's gaze, and then smiled and said, "The best-selling novel bought by a colleague, how many books did you sell in a week? Anyway, it's on the best-seller list, so you must let me read it." At first glance, it is said that there will be common topics in the chat.”

She couldn't help but raised her orchid finger, and said disdainfully, "Who wants to have a common topic with them? It's boring!"

The wait time is not long!

Qiao Yimo pretended to be reading a novel, and chatted with Qiao Na from time to time, trying to find out about her situation in the company.

Qiao Na in the company is far more normal than her at home.

Jona's colleagues were also slightly affected, but obviously not serious.

Qiao Yimo looked at Fu Moshen and smiled, but there was a bit of reluctance in the smile, and he changed his mind.

Going back to the underworld is a matter of getting twice the result with half the effort, and it will save a lot of trouble and time, but it may also put Qiao Na in danger again.

When Qiao Yimo looked back at the novel, the doorbell rang.

Fu Moshen went to open the door first, took the ordered meal, and when he returned to his seat, he found that Qiao Yimo's expression was quite bad.

"Are you okay?" When Fu Moshen put his hand on Qiao Yimo's shoulder, Qiao Yimo trembled violently.

Qiao Yimo quickly flipped through the novel with a smirk, wanting to see the final ending, but saw the next one.

A burst of fire burst out of her heart, and she wanted to tear out the guy who wrote this novel through the thick pages of the book, and freeze it into ice.

"This novel is very interesting." Qiao Yimo lowered his head and said with a smile, "If there is a chance, I really want to know him."

Jona said casually, "Ah, the writer lives in this city."

That's all for this topic.

Qiao Na hid in the room after the meal and never came out again. Instead, she forgot the novel on the table.

Qiao Yimo stared at the book, and when Fu Moshen's hand fell on her shoulder, she immediately leaned over and said something.

"The content written in this novel is the same as our experience. I... want to find this author. Fu Moshen's face darkened, and he looked at the novel vigilantly, as if this book would jump up at any time, and incarnation Qiao Yimo had some words that she couldn't say directly. When she read the contents of the book, an idea popped up.

Is she really wearing a book?
She even felt that this book might be a magic weapon that changed her life in some way.

Fu Moshen said in a low voice, "I'll contact Qiao An and try to ask him to look it up."

They don't know the identity of the writer, so it should be difficult to find out.

Qiao Yimo thought it was a long wait, but Qiao An, who returned home, only spent one night, so he slipped a note to her.

On the note is the writer's address.

When Qiao Yimo quickly unfolded the note to read it, he was stunned.

Could it be a coincidence?

Coincidentally too scary?

The writer lives upstairs in their house?

Fu Moshen was only slightly taken aback, but he already had a detailed idea.

Isn't the opponent a writer?As editors of the publishing house, they explored the writer's identity and ability.

They put on a little disguise and came downstairs in the not sunny weather.

Qiao Yimo said in a calm voice, "I always feel that he lives on it on purpose, just to spy on our lives."

Even by spying, it is absolutely impossible to know such details, and there may still be many hidden secrets in it.Fu Moshen held her hand naturally, "Let's go visit."

For the first time, Qiao Yimo felt that returning home was not very comfortable, as if something was pulling a tendon in her brain.

As long as she relaxes a little bit, the tendon in her brain will be snapped without hesitation.

Finally came to the writer's house.

Fu Moshen raised his hand, and just as he was about to knock on the door, he heard Qiao Yimo snort.

He quickly supported Qiao Yimo, "Is there something uncomfortable?"

Qiao Yimo shook her head lightly and said in a low voice, "I can't control myself."

Her face was faintly blue, and her soul became unstable.

This writer is really "special" and can actually affect her?
The more Qiao Yimo thought about it, the angrier she became, she wished she could just grab the door open and kick the writer out to see what he was.

Delusions affecting her?

Qiao Yimo didn't notice at all that her mood fluctuated greatly, she took the initiative to take a step forward, and when she was about to slam the door open, she turned around sharply and ran away.

Huh?Fu Moshen instinctively chased after him!
She couldn't even calculate how fast Qiao Yimo ran, and when she regained her senses, she had already run to the gate of the community.

She looked at the front in confusion, and she stopped again uncontrollably.

Fu Moshen was faster than Qiao Yimo. When Qiao Yimo stopped, he hugged Qiao Yimo neatly and hid aside.

"Let go of me." Qiao Yimo said in a low voice.

Fu Moshen thought that Qiao Yimo was running too fast and was too uncomfortable, so he immediately patted her on the back, "Don't worry!"

Qiao Yimo shook her head, she was not in a hurry!
Fu Moshen looked back at where the writer lived, "We can come back another day."

Qiao Yimo continued to shake his head, this is not a problem for another day.

Fu Moshen helped Qiao Yimo, "Why did you run away?"

Yes, why run?When Qiao Yimo realized this problem, he couldn't help but look at Fu Moshen.

The doubt in her eyes was so thick that Fu Moshen also felt uneasy.

Fu Moshen hugged her gently, "It's fine if you don't know, do you want to leave first?"

Qiao Yimo clenched his fist, "This feeling is really bad, let's go back."

No matter what the hell the other party is, if you dare to control her at will, you must be prepared to accept punishment.

Fu Mo held Qiao Yimo's hand, "If you still want to run, just pull me along."

He couldn't explain the feeling just now, as if he was about to be given up by Qiao Yimo, which made him uneasy.

If possible, he would not be separated from Qiao Yimo.

They turned around again, only took a few steps, and Qiao Yimo stopped again.

When Fu Moshen was about to support her, she threw him away violently.

Qiao Yimo raised her head, gritted her teeth and looked at Fu Moshen, "Why are you so annoying today?"

Fu Moshen stared blankly at Qiao Yimo who lost his temper, "You..."

(End of this chapter)