Outright Favoritism

   Chapter 1096 How much does she want to fight?

  Five minutes later, He Chen sat in the carriage, tilting his head to look at Yin Mo sitting on his side, still feeling incredible.

   Deep down in his heart, he didn’t think that Rong Manli would hide her mother in the building of He’s enterprise, but Yin Mo was still shaken by her mind and took her out without saying a word.

  It was almost nine o'clock in the evening, and the dim yellow from the street light was reflected on Yin Mo's face, bright and dark, and three-dimensional and clear.

  The vibration of the phone brought He Chen back to his thoughts. He slid down to answer with a sharp tone, "Say."

   "Brother Chen, Rong Manli has arrived in Nya State. She went to the shopping mall. There is nothing unusual about it."

   "Watch her closely." He Chen's thin lips fell, and he said coldly, "Don't relax in the old house."

  Ending the call, he threw the phone to his leg, raised his head and put his arms on his forehead, closing his eyes and breathing deeply.

  At this time, Yin Mo lifted his head from the phone, looked at He Chen's tight profile, and said softly: "Or... let's split up. I'll go to Hejia Company, and you go to Niazhou."

  He Chen opened the corner of his eyes, Yu Guang looked at the woman’s slightly worried eyes, curled his arms around her head to hold the person, "Don't even think about it."

  Yin Mo snuggled in his arms obediently, without saying much, while hacking the network surveillance of Hejia Enterprise with his mobile phone, he quietly accompanied He Chen.

  ……

  At the same time, Rong Manli, who was in Nya State, also received the news.

  She was sitting in the coffee shop, with two burly bodyguards standing beside her, ignoring the vague glances around, stirring the coffee, and asked softly: "You mean, he is going to Heshi headquarters?"

  The bodyguard nodded behind him, "Stalker reported that his car has already driven into the city, and he suspects that he might have to rush to the headquarters."

   "Heh." Rong Manli let go of her finger, and the iron spoon hit the rim of the cup and made a soft noise, "He's headquarters is something he can break through if he wants to."

  "Madam, He Chen may have a helper behind him. You saw it at the old house that day. Would you like us to send someone to the headquarters to guard it?"

  Rong Manli looked sideways at the reflection in the window, reached out and dusted the hem of her skirt, "Do you think I was only here for coffee when I came to Niah State today?"

  The two bodyguards looked at each other, then bowed their heads and took a picture of the horse, "Madam Wise."

  While talking, the glass door of the shopping mall coffee shop has been pushed open from the outside.

  A slender and unruly man looked around with one hand in his pocket.

  When his gaze fell on Rong Manli, he suddenly smiled wickedly, raised his foot and walked over, "Mrs. Rong?"

  Rong Manli heard the sound and stood up with her skirt close up, and stretched out her hand gracefully and politely, "Mr. Yun, we meet again."

  The other party looked down at her hand and shook hands with her lazily. At this moment, Rong Manli keenly noticed some hideous scars on his wrist.

   is an old wound, the scar looks a little horrible, as if it has been burned by something.

  This person, the second leader of the Nia State Mercenary Group, Yun Li’s younger brother, Yun Ling.

  ……

  On the other side, He Chen and the two arrived at the downstairs of He's headquarters. He's conspicuous logo light board was hung on the top curtain wall.

  He Chen and Yin Mo got out of the car, looked at the building in unison, and then climbed up the stairs.

  In the brightly lit downtown business district, men wear shirts and trousers, tall and full of tension.

  Women are graceful tight-fitting training suits, curvaceous and sexy.

  Even if it is late at night, the entire business district is still crowded and not depressed.

  The two walked into the lobby of the building in such a grand manner, and they inevitably attracted the attention of passers-by.

  Because the Bentley Continental parked downstairs was very valuable, and it directly knocked down a row of barricade ice cream cones in front of the building.

  It looks like the person is not good at all.

  In the lobby, He Chen and Yin Mo walked through the turnstile, and the security guard on duty immediately stood up and blocked them, “After get off work, no entry is allowed in the building. Come back tomorrow if something happens.”

  He Chen took out the cigarette pack from his pocket and arrogantly held the cigarette to the corner of his mouth, "Get out by yourself or do I teach you to get out?"

  The security guard's eyelids twitched, he picked up the electric baton and knocked on the table, "You've pinched the cigarette, don't let it here...ahhhhhhhhh!"

  He Chen didn't even see how Yin Mo moved his hand, he heard the security guard trembling ‘ahhh’ all over.

  He took a closer look and found that the woman was holding an electric baton in her hand, and she turned on the electric shock mode by touching the security guard’s stomach...

  He Chen's mouth twitched several times, and he stepped forward and patted Yin Mo on the back of his head, "This is a worker, don't be electrocuted."

   "Oh oh." Yin Mo quickly removed the electric baton, threw his hand on the table, looked back and smiled, "Let's go."

  He Chen bit her cigarette, and touched her face uncontrollably, "It's **** cute."

Yin Mo has long been accustomed to this. He took out his mobile phone from the back pocket of his trousers and handed it to He Chen across the screen, saying: "This is a CAD architectural drawing of the entire building. I just saw the layout of each floor. There are two places where Tibetans are likely to be Tibetans, the top floor and the negative third floor."

  He Chen scanned the screen briefly, took the cigarette at the corner of his mouth, and leaned forward, pressing his handsome face, "Which floor does Captain Yin want to go to first?"

   "Negative third floor." Yin Mo raised his eyes to look at him, wondering if it was an illusion, her eyes seemed to be full of eager excitement.

  He Chen licked his thin lips clearly, "Just want to fight like that?"

  Negative third floor, that is the location of the security center.

  Yin Mo asked instead: "Go?"

   "Why not? I will accompany you when I go to hell!" He Chen grabbed Yin Mo's waist and walked towards the elevator as if he were in a no-man.

  And the security guard who was hit by the electric shock finally recovered his sanity, picked up the walkie-talkie to inform the downstairs, then packed his own things, rushed out of the gate and ran overnight.

  Fate matters.

  Negative third floor, quiet and unclear, only a few ceiling lights are on in the corridor.

  As soon as He Chen and Yin Mo walked out of the elevator, many...bodyguards and thugs sprang out from the office of the security center.

  Different from the security guards in the lobby, these people look taller and burly and well-trained.

  Yin Mo stuffed his phone into the boot, tilted his head and looked at He Chen and said, "I am in the direction at ten o'clock, and yours is in the back."

  He Chen leaned against the wall next to the elevator and raised his eyebrows frivolously, "You have twenty of them, so you can leave four for Lao Tzu?"

  How much does she want to fight?

  Yin Mo glanced at the bodyguard team who was waiting and gradually approaching. After thinking and thinking, he raised his eyebrows and suggested: "Then leave ten for you?"

  The bodyguard team approaching in the front row: "???"

  What is the origin of this man and woman?

   Are you two sharing sweet potatoes here?

  At this time, He Chen threw the cigarette **** on the ground and crushed it. With a wicked smile, he hooked Yin Mo's neck and took a sip on her mouth, "Baby, stand up and watch the show, wait for me to come back."

  Obviously, he didn't plan to let Yin Mo do it at all.

  The outcome is not important. The point is that his woman’s hands are too tender, which is a pity to fight.

  (End of this chapter)