o keep my distance from you, but Wen Nuan, all these years, I've long been stuck in the mud. Whether you believe it or not, I truly like you. I avenged them, and I thought I would feel relieved and ha...Mo Yao was awakened by Mo Xiaobai's call. Seeing his face so close, almost as a subconscious reaction, he waved his hand before his brain could react and slapped Mo Xiaobai firmly. Mo Xiaobai didn't expect the boss to hit him at all, so he stood there dumbfoundedly, taking the slap. What was this about He felt deeply wronged. Fortunately, the boss was injured, and his strength wasn't great. Even though it was a very solid slap, the force had been dispersed considerably. Otherwise, his face would definitely have swollen up.

Mo Yao slapped Mo Xiaobai, but the pain was all on himself. His wound had just been removed and stitched up. This slap caused the wound to reopen, and Mo Yao was drenched in sweat from the pain. Mo Xiaobai hurriedly grabbed painkillers and tried to administer them, but Mo Yao pushed his hand away.

He had to endure this burning pain, remember it, and next time, he would absolutely not make the same mistake.

"Boss..." Mo Xiaobai was anxious, so he put down the painkiller, took a towel and wiped his face. His face was covered in sweat, and his chest was also red. He hurriedly unbuttoned Mo Yao's clothes, and the gauze on his chest was all stained red. He took out the medicine box, used scissors to cut open the gauze, he himself had strained when he went upstairs, the wound had cracked, but it wasn't too serious at the time, now it was more serious, bleeding a lot.

Mo Xiaobai helped him stop the bleeding and clean up the blood around the wound. He couldn't help but say, "Boss, I also have trouble with you, take care of yourself as a patient, don't be so forceful, okay I worked hard to cook porridge for you and woke you up, why did you hit me Even if you wanted to hit me, tell me first, I won't need you to do it. I'll hit myself, look at the wound, it's cracked this badly."

He wanted to give Mo Yao anesthesia, but Mo Yao refused. Mo Xiaobai had no choice but to disinfect and apply medicine after. Mo Yao was a person with strong willpower and was very tough, not saying a word, even though he sweated all over, he remained motionless until Mo Xiaobai finished applying the medicine and bandaged him.

After finishing everything, Mo Xiaobai washed his hands and came back to feed Mo Yao. The porridge was just right temperature. Mo Yao wanted to eat by himself, but Mo Xiaobai insisted on feeding him. Although Mo Yao was sick and could barely raise an objection, he didn't have much power. So, he simply ignored Mo Xiaobai. Mo Xiaobai couldn't resist his elder brother, so he could only bring over a small table. Mo Yao slowly sipped the porridge, his movements stiff and awkward. Mo Xiaobai found it hard to watch, but he didn't want to disobey his elder brother.

Oh, woe is him... He's so wronged.

Mo Yao kept drinking the porridge until it cooled down. Having a large appetite, he was still hungry after eating a lot and wanted more. Mo Xiaobai went downstairs to serve him another bowl.

"Big brother, how is my craft"

"General."

"Just average" Mo Xiaobai was hurt, "I think my craft is better than your brother's, you actually said average, it hurts my heart."

"You have no heart."

"Shall I dig it out for you to have a look"

"Dig it."

Mo Xiaobai, "you have no sense of humor at all. No, he has cold humor. He doesn't appreciate cold humor." Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Mo Yao finished his porridge and wanted to sleep again. Mo Xiaobai didn't bother him, so he went to the study to work. Mo Yao loved Gun Zi er, so this Black Hand Society matter fell on them three. If he didn't care, Wushuang would definitely fly over and stomp him dead.

Mo Xiaobai went online, entered the Mafia headquarters network, and began to handle things. His methods were vastly different from Mo Yao's. Only Wushuang and Mo Chen in the Mafia knew that Mo Yao had something happen. Even Feng Yu Lei Dian didn't know. They only knew that Mo Yao's agreed-upon transaction was temporarily on hold for a period of time, he wouldn't be returning to Rome, and all matters were being handled behind the scenes without appearing publicly. Therefore, Mo Xiaobai tried his best to learn from the boss's swift and decisive style.

This person likes to play around, the leader prefers quick and decisive action. Any obstacles are kicked into the Pacific with one foot. He enjoys walking and kicking, watching the stones roll and writhe in pain all the way. So their methods of handling things are different.

Since the boss was shot this time, Mo Xiaobai suspected it was the counterfeit money gang. It didn't make sense that they were ambushed right after they left. They weren't many people who knew about their meeting there, so they were the most suspicious. Although he had entrusted this matter to Wushuang, he also wanted to investigate from this angle. Now that the deal was done, he naturally had a chance to play with them.

In a blink of an eye, the afternoon passed. Mo Xiaobai visited his elder brother twice along the way, but he was asleep both times. The last time he went to see him, his elder brother woke up. Mo Xiaobai scurried downstairs and brought up a pot of soup he had been simmering all afternoon, presenting it to his elder brother like a precious treasure. His elder brother loved this long-simmered soup, especially the carrots in the bone broth. Mo Xiaobai knew his dietary preferences inside out, so he blinked expectantly for praise.

Mo Yao glanced at his heavily bundled hands, hmmmed in response, finally giving a confirming praise. Mo Xiaobai's heart bloomed with happiness. He was very happy. Mo Yao's face was cold and aloof, he didn't like to talk. He drank the soup, Mo Xiaobai asked him if he wanted more, he nodded, Mo Xiaobai went downstairs again to serve him.

Mo Yao looked out the window. The setting sun was warm, and the outside sycamore trees were green and lush, like people's vigorous vitality. Mo Yao thought of them, just like these sycamore trees, they were at the peak of their vitality.

He clutched his chest, this gunshot wasn't something he was going to let go so easily.

Mo Xiaobai carried the soup over and saw the Big Boss clutching his chest, lost in thought with a sinister look on his face. Mo Xiaobai said, "Boss, don't worry, I will definitely find out what happened and make the person who hurt you regret it so much that he won't even recognize his ancestors."

Mo Yao frowned, "Leave this to Wushuang, you don't need to handle it."

"Why" Mo Xiaobai protested, "You don't trust my abilities, do you Something happened on my turf, how could I possibly ignore it Anyway, I'm taking care of this."

"Give it to the peerless one." Mo Yao said in a low voice.

"Why does it have to go to your older sister Even if you think I'm not suitable for handling this, give it to your younger brother instead. Your older sister isn't an expert in this area anyway." Mo Xiaobai asked in confusion.

Mo Yao said, "Mo Chen has other matters to attend to, and you, I've fallen ill. Who will handle my affairs You're already too busy to manage everything yourself. Don't worry about the assassin's matter. Hong Wu is free recently, and with Gui Mian's help, she has less on her plate. She's the most suitable person to investigate this."

Mo Xiaobai thought about it and agreed. He realized the boss's mind was indeed the most meticulous. He didn't argue further, letting the matter go. He voiced his doubts, suspecting that this counterfeit money operation was done by someone within their ranks. Mo Yao shook his head. "They don't have the guts, don't waste your energy thinking about it."

"Really"

Mo Yao nodded, lowering her head and stirring the soup in her bowl. "I've made quite a few enemies. It's normal for some to want me dead. There are so many assassins on the underworld, Wu Shuang is the best in this area. Gui Mian was also an assassin, so he's better at this than you guys."

Mo Xiaobai, upon hearing Mo Yao say this, ceased his protests.

Mo Yao had some soup and couldn't fall asleep. Mo Xiaobai was chatting with him by his side, and suddenly said, "Boss, you haven't lived such a comfortable life for a long time, have you Eating when you're full, sleeping when you're full, how does it feel"

"If you don't talk so much, I feel better." Mo Yao said coldly, Mo Xiaobai said, "This is definitely insincere. If it wasn't for me, this quiet and peaceful place would be so boring."

Mo Yao remained silent. Mo Xiaobai took the handheld device, handled things with efficiency, and then had the boss lie down comfortably. He chuckled, "I'll handle business. You watch a movie. By the way, what kind of movie do you want to watch I have lots here—action, comedy, romance, you name it."

"Whatever!" Mo Yao said.

"I see you're always so busy," Mo Xiaobai said with a smile, "so I bet you haven't had time to watch the DVD I gave you. Why don't you watch mine instead"

Mo Yao glanced at Mo Xiaobai, who was putting in a movie. He sighed softly and leaned back. Mo Xiaobai was playing his movie from two years ago, a sci-fi film that was entirely based on individualism and had a very strong sense of heroism throughout. This movie was a huge hit, with a box office smash and an Oscar sweep. He won the Best Actor award for this film, which is considered a milestone in his career.

Mo Yao felt that Mo Xiaobai must have done it on purpose, eighty percent sure. Giving him such a film with such a strong personal color, just watching him take the lead from beginning to end, wasn't this showing off with ulterior motives

He smiled, ignoring Mo Xiaobai's little thought. But at the same time, he understood the message Mo Xiaobai was trying to convey. He didn't want to think too much about it. Mo Xiaobai, beside him, used his hands, which were bundled up like pig trotters, to tap on the keyboard. Moyao watched from the side, wanting to laugh but also not wanting to laugh. This scene was quite comical.

"That's a smart keyboard," he couldn't help but say, voicing his disapproval. "Don't, it will disturb you," Mo Xiaobai replied. "Just watch the video, I can type this way too, it's just slower."

He tapped, tapped, tapped... on the keyboard.

Mo Yao could only follow him. Mo Yao watched halfway through when Mo Xiaobai said, "Big brother, how about this special effect Cool and dazzling enough, right It took a month to shoot it well. I didn't even use props, isn't it enjoyable to watch"

Mo Yuan said, “It’s a struggle.”

"This is the best, who else has skills like mine" Mo Xiaobai proudly laughed. Mo Yao smiled faintly, he just bragged, no one exposed him. Mo Xiaobai said, "Boss, how's my acting"

He seemed to particularly want Mo Yao's affirmation, and Mo Yao didn't disappoint him, "Hmm, good."

The title of "Best Actor" isn't given for nothing, but Mo Yao thought Xiao Bai was the most suitable to star in this kind of film. He wasn't very good at acting delicate love stories, though he had acted in two, and it seemed like he himself didn't think he was quite right for them, so he stopped taking those roles. He just couldn't pull off that nuanced acting, just like with Liang Hongyu this time.or a year, dim for a hundred years.Perhaps, this was just her and his fate.This time, when they broke up, he didn't have a big fight or emotional swings, but he couldn't deceive himself.This wounded h...