Xingtie, I'm in Luofu, I really don't like vixens!

work?

Mo Ye felt something was wrong.

"At this hour of work...you're going to go shopping for zero yuan?"

Is it really a serious job to work at this time of night?

Unless it's some all-night security guard or something.

[This is my job, so I don’t get up until the afternoon, but I’m used to it.]

The other party accepted this answer as if it was a joke.

Not only will you have to work at this time, but your biological clock will also be disrupted.

"You're not really going there for zero-dollar shopping, are you? What planet are you living on? Why is the security situation so bad?"

Mo Ye realized that the other party might be joking so he also spoke in a joking tone, but who knew that the other party suddenly replied.

[I'm currently traveling around the world with my friends, and I'm not doing any free shopping or anything like that.]

Perhaps because they were afraid that Mo Ye would misunderstand, the other party specifically emphasized that it was not a zero-yuan purchase.

Just when Mo Ye thought this friend was quite humorous, the other party said something shocking next.

[It's just a terrorist attack]

"That's good, I wish you good luck in your work..."

Mo Ye had just said half of his words when he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

So you really are a criminal?

"Wait!"

Just when I wanted to ask him to stay and clarify, I found that he had already gone offline.

It must be a joke, it must be a real joke.

Mo Ye comforted himself in this way.

It can't be true, am I chatting with a terrorist who carries out terrorist attacks every day?

Mo Ye sat in his seat in silence for a while before finally uttering a word.

"what?"

Are you kidding me?

But after Jiu Moye got off the plane, he felt sleepy and didn't bother to think about these things.

The only thing on his mind now was to get home quickly and lie down on the bed to sleep.

From the words he gave himself, Yukong meant to take care of his health first.

Just like that, Mo Ye, who finally left the black Internet cafe, saw that Changletian was empty in the middle of the night.

Mo Ye looked at the deserted streets and walked home with tired steps.

"Lord Tingyun, the target has appeared. Do you want to follow him?"

Mo Ye didn't notice at all that a figure dressed in a black robe and hiding in the shadows was talking to Ting Yun on the other side of the walkie-talkie.

[No need, my benefactor probably just wants to go home and rest, so you can just leave work.]

Tianbosi:

Chapter 10: Regarding Fu Xuan’s holiday threat, Qingque’s choice is…

Tingyun, the ferry envoy of the Tianbo Division, does not sound like an impressive identity.

But this brings us to her other identity.

But Tingyun, the chief of the Minghuo Merchant Group, has an extraordinary identity.

Although he sounds like a caravan captain, he actually represents not only Luofu's diplomacy and trade, but also its image.

Even most of Luofu’s goods come from suppliers of the Minghuo Merchant Group.

Therefore, Tingyun can be said to be able to deal with various forces and immortal boats, and has laid a good foundation for trade relations.

It can be said that it has made an indelible contribution to the economic development of Luofu as a whole.

At the same time, Tingyun herself is also a wealthy woman with a considerable net worth, so she has a certain prestige in the entire Xianzhou Luofu.

It is such an existence that can be said to be second to none in the Tianbo Division.

And such a young and promising wealthy woman would actually arrange for someone to secretly follow a young man.

If this gets known, the next day, not only Luofu but also the entire Xianzhou Alliance’s newspapers will report this matter.

In Tingyun's mansion, the fox beauty was currently sitting at the desk processing paperwork.

There were no lights on around, but under the bright light of the oil lamp next to the desk, Tingyun, who had already removed her makeup, was still very beautiful without makeup.

She flipped through today's documents again and again, as if thinking about something?

"So, my benefactor likes that kind of place..."

To be honest, when Tingyun started to have people follow Mo Ye, he was very worried when the other party reported that Mo Ye had gone to such a gray area.

Of course, I wasn't worried that Mo Ye was in danger, but I was worried that Mo Ye had gone to a place with bright lights and wine.

That kind of place is not legal in Luofu, but no matter how hard you try to suppress it, it will always pop up like mushrooms after a rain.

This is what Tingyun was worried about. In fact, his benefactor was a person who liked to go to such places.

Even though there was a vixen like me, who was prettier than those women, right next to him, he didn't react at all.

Tingyun is still very confident about her beauty, but since Mo Ye didn't take any action, Tingyun became a little unconfident.

Fortunately, my benefactor only went to an Internet cafe, and he seemed to like that kind of place very much.

However, there were other reasons why Tingyun arranged for someone to follow Mo Ye.

During this period of time, Ting Yunzhi felt a little strange. Why did Mo Ye feel a little...far away from him?

This is also what Tingyun has been wondering about these days. She has noticed that Mo Ye seems to be a little different than before.

There seemed to be something more in his eyes, and he didn't rely on himself much anymore.

In the past, whenever Mo Ye encountered a problem that he couldn't solve, he would ask Tingyun to help.

Whenever he encountered a problem, he would shout, "Help me, Mr. Tingyun!"

But now, Mo Ye actually took the initiative to finish his work well, although he still asked for leave after finishing it.

Tingyun was very happy about Mo Ye's changes, but he was also a little worried. If his benefactor really started to take his work seriously, would he no longer need him?

However, Mo Ye's behavior of asking for leave to go to the Internet cafe made Tingyun feel relieved again.

"A benefactor is a benefactor. He still doesn't like his job."

But why did Mo Ye keep his distance from me?

What on earth had happened that made a slacker who was just sitting there waiting to die and eating nothing but food suddenly start working?

Tingyun continued to look through the papers she had marked. There was one part that she looked at repeatedly.

"This project is a favor from me. I wonder what your benefactor's reaction is?"

Tingyun looked at the plan in his hand and smiled.

My revenge is almost complete.

----

"It feels so good, so good...it feels like a vacation."

Mo Ye leaned back in the chair with a relaxed look on his face. There was a cup of Fairy Happy Tea on the table next to him.

"I am so happy here, I don't miss Tianbosi, it's so cool~"

On the second day, there weren't many people in the Moyu chess and card area of Changletian.

After all, for most people, it is working time now, and the only ones who can play chess here are probably retired old guys.

Mo Ye had been sitting here for an hour but still couldn't see the familiar figure.

"This is strange, why hasn't Qingque come yet?"

Mo Ye once asked Qingque about the work system of the Taibusi. Usually, this time is when the Taibusi's supervisory work is the weakest.

So it is also at this time that you can see Qingque playing mahjong there early.

Why don't you ask at Yuzhao?

Mo Ye opened Yu Zhao's message board and sent a message to Qing Que.

[Why don’t I see you today?]

Mo Ye sent messages, but there was no reply.

After a while, Qingque finally sent a message.

[Don't mention it, Xiao Ye Zi. Last time I was slacking off and fighting with you in the Immortal Boat Killing, and after being caught by Master Taibu, she increased my workload.]

Even through the text box, you can see Qingque's pain. After all, he can only work overtime and can't slack off. It's too painful.

However, Mo Ye still had some small doubts about this.

[With your work ability, you can easily complete it even if you work overtime.]

Mo Ye continued chatting and sending messages happily.

[And then, while working overtime, I was caught playing with the Jade Omen by the Grand Astrologer again, so…]

Well, you won’t die if you don’t do it.

Mo Ye felt that he could even see Qingque rushing to work.

Just when he thought he was going to lose Qingque, his poker partner today.

[Okay, then you work hard.]

Just when Mo Ye thought that today's start was hopeless, Qingque replied unyieldingly.

[Work is impossible. I noticed that Lady Taibu seems to have left. I sneaked out. You come to the old place of Taibushi to meet me!]

It can be said that Qingque is worthy of being called Qingque. Even in this situation, it cannot stop the determination of the fish-stealing soul.

Maybe it was because Fu Xuan snatched it away the last time he wanted to try the taste and texture of Xingyu Bobo, but Qingque still couldn't forget it.

[Don't get caught again, be careful!]

Mo Ye was used to it. After all, it was not the first time that he was there to meet Qingque. At this time, Qingque was like a student who had climbed over the wall to skip school, fearing that he would be caught by the school leaders.

[Don't worry, I'm a repeat offender... No, I'm very experienced!]

After that, Qingque never sent any more messages.

It has to be said that in the inward-looking environment of young people in Xianzhou Luofu, Qingque and Mo Ye are simply a breath of fresh air among the young people.

So the two of them became friends... like-minded half-siblings who often chatted and played cards together.

Such a wonderful life would be, but it’s a pity that Qingque is not interested in video games, otherwise he would have more friends to play with.

So, Mo Ye prepared to go to the old place where the two of them used to go to pick someone up.

----

In the study room of the Taibu Division where various files were placed, Qingque looked at the pile of files that was already as big as a small mountain with disdain.

It doesn’t matter who you give it to. I have already done so much. Others are taking lunch breaks, but I have to work overtime.

This is not good. If I work overtime, my soul will no longer be my own.

The damn office workers actually want to use money to corrupt my pure and simple soul.

So, after contacting Xiaoye, Qingque was already as eager as a fly rubbing its hands.

Qingque peeked towards the door outside the study, but there was no one outside.

“It doesn’t feel very safe…”

After all, he is the Lord of Fortune. Although he is usually busy with affairs, it is his lunch break now.

Who knows if there is anyone with a third eye watching me? I have to find a way to test it.