Boss, your little craftsman has fallen off the horse again.

Chapter 89 Will you accompany me
Shen Moyan also knew exactly what he should do: "Mom, it seems that I don't need to trouble you."

Shen's mother heard the coldness in Shen Moyan's voice, what did Shen Moyan mean by this.

It is to stand on this little girl's side.

"Then I hope you don't have to beg me in the future." After Shen's mother finished speaking, she left directly.

Seeing his mother like this, Shen Moyan knew that his goal had been achieved.

At this moment, Ye Wu's voice sounded: "Professor Shen, where is my cell phone?"

Shen Moyan shifted his gaze to Ye Wu's body: "There." He pointed to the location of Ye Wu's phone.

Ye Wu picked up her mobile phone and dialed a number to go out.

After the call was connected, Ye Wu said directly: "Bai Ze, I've been bullied, can you help me?"

Ye Wu felt that she brought that guy Bai Ze back to the capital, so Bai Ze should give herself some face, the reason why Ye Wu took Bai Ze to the capital so easily was because she knew that Bai Ze was a smart person.

If Bai Ze did something he shouldn't, the consequences would definitely be dire.

Shen Moyan's face turned dark immediately.

"I don't know who she is, but it's Shen Moyan's mother. I remember that your company seems to be able to do it. Please help me." Before Ye Wu finished speaking, her phone was snatched away.

Nonsense, if Shen Moyan didn't do something, would he still have a sense of existence?
Bai Ze, Bai Ze.

It was only at this time that Ye Wu remembered that Shen Moyan was here.

Indeed, it was a little bad for her to deal with other people's mothers in front of them.

"You're familiar with that guy named Bai?" Shen Moyan had investigated the surveillance, and she followed that guy surnamed Bai.

He went to check on that Bai Ze, Bai Ze was a well-known playboy in Yuncheng, he was eating, drinking and having fun every day, not doing his job properly (Rong Jiangzi: If I had that skill, I would also be eating, drinking and having fun every day) He is not a good person.

Ye Wu nodded: "Very familiar, I think this guy is pretty good recently."

Shen Moyan's complexion became darker and darker following Ye Wu's words: "You are not allowed to associate with this guy."

"Why?" Ye Wu said directly.

But when she saw Shen Moyan's face, she stopped.

She didn't know Shen Moyan very well, but she also knew that the man had gold under his knees, and he actually knelt down for her.

This is the first time anyone has done this.

"No reason." Shen Moyan said directly.

Ye Wu lowered her head.

Shen Moyan put his hand on Ye Wu's head when he saw that the little girl's head in front of him looked like a flower, "What's wrong, aren't you feeling well?"

"Shen Moyan, why are you treating me like this." Ye Wu asked her own question.

Ever since she came to Bai Lao's side, she took care of everything by herself.

No matter what the danger is, she will do it by herself, even with people like Zhao Wei by her side, she is used to doing everything by herself.

No one has ever been willing to beg another person for her.

Shen Moyan didn't know what to say for a while.

This is really hard to say.

So after thinking about it for a long time, he pushed Ye Wu down, and then covered her with a quilt: "Since you are uncomfortable, then take a good rest. You were running around before, causing inflammation of the wound. If you are messing around, then I will really take care of you." I don't care about you."

Ye Wu looked at Shen Moyan and smiled.

And Ye Wu's abrupt smile made Shen Moyan shake his head.

But soon came back to God.

Ye Wu also knew her body. The medicine could heal the wound quickly, but the after-effects were serious. She really needed a good rest these days, but for some reason, she looked at Shen Moyan and asked, "Will you accompany me?" me?"

"Yes..." Shen Moyan agreed directly.

Immediately Ye Wu closed her eyes, the only sound in the room was the breathing of the two of them.

　I feel that the more Professor Shen writes, the more scumbag he writes, well, there are too many good men writing, and it’s not bad to write about a scumbag
　　
　
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