Domineering baby: I want this daddy

【188 The so-called prophecy】

Because on the opposite side, Yan Weian took the initiative to hug Lin Mo's waist...

But he was pushed away and fell to the ground.

Seeing this scene, Lin Shu could no longer control himself, dropped the binoculars, and rushed over desperately.

It is undeniable that seeing her younger sister being bullied, Xiaoyu was also shocked and angry, but she knew that if she went to question her, she would only break the situation, and Lin Shu thought that this man who was mixed in the complicated relationship between adopted son and unrequited love, Incorporate it, get it, maybe fuel it.

"Since Lin Mo has met Xiaoyu, he must already know the relationship between Yan Weian and Xiaoyu, as well as the relationship between Xiaoyu and Nangong's family. I think Yan Weian is not in danger for the time being." Gray Cat looked at Lin Shuyi's back and said silently .

Goshawk tut tut, "I have been unrequitedly in love with the girl who rejected me, and the purpose of getting close is actually for my adoptive father. It is no wonder that a bright, healthy, high-achieving student with excellent psychological self-control will lose control."

"Aren't we monitoring and eavesdropping?" Goshawk put down the binoculars, pointed at Lin Shuyi, "Let's just let him into the apartment, okay?"

"Okay," the white cat replied, "Lin Shu is not stupid. He understands the damage that impulse can bring, and he understands that impulse can also bring unexpected value acquisition."

White Cat's words are very philosophical.

Goshawk was at a loss again, "What do you mean?"

"I think he will choose the best angle, a room with windows," Xiaoyu answered.

The white cat looked at her and smiled silently, with admiring eyes, who said that this little girl is stupid, and her thinking is not behind at all!

Even the legendary Miss Waste Material Fight understands———

Goshawk hugged his head, rubbed his hair, depressed, why didn't anyone tell him in advance that Chinese is so difficult to learn for more than ten years, and the rate of people who don't understand it is still so high?

Mr. Goshawk didn't realize at all that this has nothing to do with language, but with IQ.

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Lin Mo walked out, leaving only Yan Weian in the treatment room.

Looking at the empty door of the treatment room and Lin Mo's disappearing back, Yan Weian didn't say anything, just stood up silently, knocked off the dust on his pants, hung down and walked out of the treatment room quickly.

Going down the stairs, passing through the living room, talking to the woman who was tidying up the flower garden in the yard...they all kept their heads down, their expressions forbearing.

Then, she walked to the door, quickly pushed the bicycle to the shade of a tree, packed the dilapidated khaki bag, stepped on the bicycle, hooked her head, continued to ride the bicycle, and left the NO.13 apartment alone.

Lin Shuyi's speed was fast enough, but he still didn't catch up with Wei'an. He walked to the door of the apartment and saw that the place where Wei'an had locked the car just now was empty, so he paused, clenched his fists, and stepped forward. He kept walking towards the attic where Lin Mo was in the apartment!

Second floor bedroom.

brush--!

The heavy white curtains were all pulled open, and the scene inside was unobstructed.

Lin Mo was sitting in a wheelchair, with the book just taken out of the treatment room on his lap, leaning against the back of the chair, staring at the book silently without speaking.

"Uncle Lin!" Lin Shuyi questioned, and the people beside him could see clearly, "Why did the police come to me to ask about you, and also said that you framed my friend Yan Weian, what's going on?"

"Book," Lin Mo closed the book, looked up at him, and said, "Let me be quiet for a while."

"No," Lin Shuyi insisted, "Unless you tell me what happened, did you kill anyone! And Yan Weian, what did you do to her!"

He clanged loudly, and even Xiaoyu and the others on the opposite side saw the excitement on Lin Shuyi's face.

"Shu Yi, I have a hunch that today will be busy and chaotic..."

Lin Mo sighed and rubbed his forehead as if he was having a headache, "The patient, the policeman, the girl just now, and some visitors... are all within my expectations, but I didn't expect them, even you doubt me of."

Lin Shuyi was taken aback for a moment, and said, "Uncle Lin..."

"There are still six cups of black tea for guests." Lin Mo got up from the wheelchair, walked slowly to the window, and said, "Books, go and get them."

When Lin Mo said these words, he had already stood in front of the window.

Those blood-red eyes were fixed, without any hesitation, as they landed in the direction of the abandoned factory where Yan Xiaoyu and the others were located.

And at the same time...

"Several gentlemen and ladies."

In front of the abandoned factory, stood a woman. That woman was the housekeeper who was taking care of chores and garden for Lin Mo.

She raised her head and shouted in the direction of Xiaoyu and the others, "Cold tea is not good for guests, so the professor asked me to invite you over..."

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Needless to say, there were only two words left in Xiaoyu's head - shock!

The so-called blood eye ability, the so-called prophecy perception... It turns out that they can be so terrifyingly accurate!

Yan Xiaoyu glanced at the people who followed the woman, only to see that although their faces were dignified, they did not have any expressions of surprise, especially Nangong Tou, whose eyes became deeper and deeper. The hair is calm, no emotion can be seen, and it is difficult to fathom.

When the apartment arrived, Lin Shuyi was already waiting in the living room.

When everyone was seated, they saw six cups of black tea in front of the table. The authentic British black tea smell filled the room, and the aroma was overflowing. When everyone arrived in the living room, there was more rose fragrance floating in the air, making the whole living room , all began to permeate a faint sense of medieval Western Europe.

Lin Mo walked down the stairs, his eyes had been covered with black pupils, and he had returned to normal as last time.

"Miss Yan, please stay safe."

Lin Mo is friendly, kind, and has a warm smile, "Is the file I gave you last time helpful?"

"Yes... Last time, thank you Professor Lin for your help..." Xiaoyu replied, hesitant.

Because the atmosphere was very weird, even the white and gray cats beside him who were always good at talking and teasing didn't speak, they just stared at Nangong Mo with a pair of eyes and remained silent, whole body on guard.

(Thank you, dear stupid woman, for giving me two gold medals silently! ^_^)