Ghost husband knocks on the door at night: Obediently marry

Chapter 422

Huai An complained silently in his heart, but on the surface he still looked very calm.

"Miss, miss..." Nasu quietly walked out from behind Huai'an, but did not dare to leave Huai'an for half a step: "Hello."

His voice trembled a little, and it could be heard that he was trying to control his emotions.

The girl known as the eldest lady only raised the arc of the corner of her mouth a little bit, and didn't speak.

She looked at Mo Yimo, her bright eyes filled with anticipation.

"It seems that Xingding's deterrent effect is quite good." Mo Yimo glanced around lightly: "Although I have never seen you with my own eyes, just hearing about you is enough to scare them out of their wits."

"Ah, self-inflicted mediocrity." The girl finally squirmed her lips, but she let out a low and charming voice: "I really want to see how frightened you are, brother."

Hearing the girl's address, the surrounding crowd let out a burst of exclamation.

In the next minute, the news quickly spread throughout the entertainment room.

The old man next to him who was still held hostage by the big man also showed a shocked expression, and stared at Mo Yimo with incredulous eyes: "You..."

"I'm sorry, you can't see it." Mo Yimo didn't care about the voices around him at all, and looked at the girl in front of him lightly: "Mo Yiyou, let this old man go."

"Meet my long-lost sister, don't you want to say something else?" The smile in the girl's eyes deepened: "On the contrary, I am willing to care about other people's affairs."

"Let him go." Mo Yimo actually still had a smile on his face, but the smile was only on the surface.

Mo Yiyou's beautiful eyes stared at him for a long time, and then he burst out laughing: "Got it."

When the voice fell, the two big men let go of their hands instantly.

The old man fell to the ground because he lost his strength all of a sudden.

"Bag." Mo Yimo continued without changing his expression.

The two big men looked at each other and planned to throw the bag in their hands to the old man.

"His luck, it's impossible to win that much." Mo Yiyou said suddenly, making them withdraw their hands quickly.

"Using chips to win chips, you don't need to consider people's luck." Mo Yimo seemed to sneer: "His luck, it is impossible to lose so much."

"You never intervene in Xingding's affairs." Mo Yiyou was still smiling, making it impossible to see what she was thinking.

"No one stipulates, I can't interfere." Mo Yimo replied very naturally.

"Is this considered an honor? The brother who always ignores everything, actually has an interest in Xingding?" Mo Yiyou smiled happily, the bright light in his eyes flickered uncontrollably.

Mo Yimo didn't speak, his hand in his pocket kept rubbing the cold hard object with his fingertips.

"Or in other words, what did Xingding do that made you have to choose to come forward, brother?" Mo Yiyou looked at him for a while, then suddenly showed a gloomy expression, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

Nao shrank back nervously, and hid behind Huai An again.

Huai An looked at Mo Yiyou with a slight displeasure in his eyes.

"Oh? It looks like you've frightened the little poor." Mo Yiyou noticed the strangeness on their side, glanced at Naxu who was shivering behind Huai'an, and chuckled softly.

She looked at Huai An, who was obviously a little angry although his expression was lazy, and the corners of her mouth curled up even more fiercely: "Uncle Huai An, you still love the little girl as always."

"Miss is joking." Huai An laughed instead of anger, and his reaction was so fast that no one could find any flaws.

"Nao is a good boy, if it weren't for..." Mo Yiyou said halfway, as if realizing that he had missed something, he pursed his lips and smiled lightly.

She ignored Huai An, who had a gloomy expression, and turned to look at the two big men who were still waiting at the side: "Give him back the chips."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and looked at Mo Yimo as if asking for credit: "Brother, is this always okay?"

"His son." Mo Yimo smiled slightly, his voice was gentle but unreal: "It's with you."

"Today is really different?" Nasu smiled lightly: "Brother, could this be your client?"

The old man tightly hugged the lost and recovered cloth bag, and stood in place with some fear, neither escaping nor not escaping.

"Are you going to let him go?" Mo Yimo was still smiling, obviously he didn't look angry, but his whole body exuded a vaguely dangerous aura.

"You just need to tell me, don't you?" Mo Yiyou responded with a fearless smile.

People who don't know, looking at the situation at the scene, thought it was the brother and sister who were chatting in a friendly manner.

However, the croupier who had been standing beside him, and the twins, all put their hands behind their backs at the same time.

The doorman with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks is even more smiling, with his hands crossed on his stomach.

These weird movements all caught Huai An's attention.

"Nasu." Huai'an called out in a low voice, stretched out a hand behind his back, and waved lightly: "Is there any strange person on the side of the eldest lady?"

"Ah? I, I don't dare to look." Nao's hands tugged on the clothes behind him, and the obvious trembling could be felt through the fabric.

Huai'an sighed inwardly, so he had no choice but to protect Naxu, and moved closer to Mo Yimo.

Mo Yimo also noticed the change in the opponent's movements, but he still didn't change his face, and replied in a relaxed tone: "No."

"Then... I'm so sorry!" Mo Yiyou smiled cutely: "Since he's not brother's client, there's no need to make excuses."

As she spoke, she showed provocative eyes.

Mo Yimo's chin lifted slightly, his hand was still in his pocket, and his fingertips circled around the edge of the hard object: "His chips are converted into cash, which is enough to pay off his son's debt."

Mo Yiyou's eyes narrowed slightly, and the smile on his face became a bit evil: "Come to Xingding at this time, just to help the old man redeem his son?"

"In half an hour." Mo Yimo's eyes flickered faintly, and because of Mo Yiyou's problem, he became more calm: "I will leave Xingding."

The smile on Mo Yiyou's face disappeared, and instead he showed a slightly aggrieved expression.

She bit her lower lip lightly, looking like a reserved and shy little girl.

"I don't mind spending the rest of my time helping the old man." Mo Yimo continued, the indifference between his eyebrows made Mo Yiyou's face even more rigid.

"Miss." At this moment, the manager quickly stepped forward, leaned into Mo Yiyou's ear, and whispered something.

Mo Yiyou's beautiful eyes flickered, and the sides of his fair face seemed to be slightly blush.

It's just that, under the golden lights in the entertainment room, it's hard to be noticed by people two meters away.

"Here we go again." Huai'an looked at Mo Yiyou expressionlessly, and because he saw the flashing shy expression, he let out a long and helpless sigh: "Young master..."

Mo Yimo raised a hand to stop Huai An from continuing.

Two minutes later, Mo Yiyou whispered something to the manager.

The steward nodded silently, walked back to the twins, and gesticulated for a while.

First, the doorman with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks seemed to shrug his shoulders helplessly, but he still smiled happily, then quickly ran towards the direction he came from, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

And the twins stood on the left and right sides of the old man, holding his arms and rushing into the crowd.

"They will take care of it." Mo Yiyou watched her subordinates leave, and she ran to Mo Yimo with a smile: "Are you happy that I let the old man and his son go?"

Mo Yimo's height is a full thirty centimeters taller than Mo Yiyou's.

He lowered his head and looked at the girl who was smiling expectantly at him, but impatience flashed in his eyes.

But he still kept smiling in the end, and said in a calm tone: "Then, now we can talk about the business."

In the middle of the night, the rain gradually became lighter, but it still fell on the glass with a patter.

In the dark night, you can't see all the scenery outside the window clearly. You can only see your dull and lonely expression through the reflection of the glass window.

Yuanyuan sat on the floor, keeping her arms around her knees for a long time.

She looked out the window, not knowing whether she was looking at the raindrops or her own reflection on the glass.

The vellum envelope clings to the edge of the table, a few meters away from her.

"Crack!" Suddenly, a larger raindrop fell on the glass, making a dull sound.

Yuanyuan opened her mouth slightly, she raised her head silently, her gaze began to search on the glass, trying to see the big raindrop that had already fallen.

But after a full minute, she didn't find anything that made her feel novel, except for looking at the rainwater that kept appearing and falling on the glass.

A sense of boredom arises from the bottom of my heart.

She stood up, and the numbness in her knees did not make her feel strange.

Recently, whenever she has free time, she will sit in front of the window for a long time.

At this moment, she tried her best not to care about the discomfort in her knees, turned around and walked to the table step by step, and picked up the envelope made of kraft paper.

Half of the ticket was pulled out, with the huge title of the play on it, and the beautiful portraits of the actors... For some reason, she had the urge to go and see what happened.

However, his father has not been found yet.

This thought is like a vine that has absorbed enough water, growing madly from the depths of the heart in an instant, binding the whole heart tightly.

The mood that was yearning to change the state suddenly became heavy.

The tickets were stuffed back into the envelope, and the envelope was thrown on the table again.

"Bah--" A slight sound came from the drawer.

At the same time, green light flashed twice through the gap in the drawer.

Yuanyuan, who had already turned around and walked towards the bed, seemed to sense the movement behind her. She turned her head suddenly, and looked at the desk drawer with some surprise.

"Bah! Bah!" There was a sizzle sound like fireworks burning, and with this sound, the green light in the drawer flickered violently.

At the same time, the thin kraft paper envelope slowly fell from the table as if being blown by the wind.