Ghost husband knocks on the door at night: Obediently marry

Escorted by the doorman, Mo Yiyou stepped into the car.

She looked out of the window with a smile on the corner of her mouth, as if the rainy weather had brought her an infinitely good mood.

The car started, and the speed was not fast, and it moved forward smoothly in the bustling traffic.

"Ding dong!" A crisp reminder sounded.

Mo Yiyou looked away from the window, looking at the square display screen rising slowly in front of him.

It shows the image of the man who begged for mercy just now, tied up and thrown in a dark room.

"Miss, can you put him here for now?" A somewhat mechanical voice came from the screen.

"This is a crime, Chief Manager." Mo Yiyou seemed to be in a happy mood, and she even laughed softly: "Let him go back."

On the other side of the screen, there was a long silence before there was a reply: "Are you sure?"

Mo Yiyou's voice was still smiling: "Is this questioning my arrangement?"

"No, I never meant that." The mechanized voice sounded cold: "So, do we need to send evil spirits to follow him?"

"You don't need to do anything, just let him go back." Mo Yiyou's eyes flashed a calculating light: "Since you can't pay back the money, there must be something of value to use."

"Half of his soul was broken by you... I guess he can't use it anymore." The picture on the screen seemed to be still, the man was lying on the ground, motionless.

Mo Yiyou took out a piece of toffee from the box beside him, peeled off the wrapper and threw it into his mouth: "But he's still alive, isn't he?"

The other end of the screen continued to be silent, but this time there was a quick answer: "I understand, don't worry, Miss, I will arrange for him to go home."

Mo Yiyou nodded in satisfaction, then turned to look out the window: "Chief Manager, when do you think the rain... will stop?"

"Miss, are you tired of watching?" Several star-top waiters appeared on the screen, picked up the unconscious man, and quickly left the screen.

"How come?" Mo Yiyou smiled happily: "I wish this rainy day could last forever."

She casually raised her hand and clicked twice on the screen, and the image of the room immediately switched to the entertainment room of the casino.

Guests in different clothes shuttled non-stop in the room, some of them were playing with chips in their hands, and shuttled triumphantly in front of the various entertainment tables.

She raised her eyebrows with a half-smile, and tapped her fingers a few more times without stopping.

The picture on the screen is also constantly changing.

Half a minute later, the screen suddenly switched to darkness.

The smile on the corner of Mo Yiyou's mouth widened, she put down her hands, and stared at the darkness quietly.

The car turned a corner at this moment and drove into a wider road.

But not long after moving forward, it gradually slowed down and stopped.

"What's wrong?" Mo Yiyou raised his eyes from the screen and looked forward.

"Miss, there is a car accident ahead." The driver was a middle-aged man in a Xingding uniform, and his voice was rough: "The situation is so serious that the road is closed."

Mo Yiyou narrowed her eyes slightly, and she looked ahead, besides other vehicles that were also blocked, there was also a yellow cordon.

She half closed her eyes and tilted her head slightly.

Suddenly, loud cries and curses flooded into the ears at the same time.

It was also mixed with some messy arguments.

She opened her eyes suddenly, and curled her mouth helplessly: "It's quite serious, just take a detour."

After she finished speaking, she looked down at the dark screen again, with an expression of interest on her face.

In the Japanese-style living room, Nao was wearing a light yellow kimono, and gently placed the thing wrapped in the pink coat on the table.

Sitting at the other end of the table, Mo Yimo nodded with a smile on his face: "Thanks for your hard work."

"This terrible weather..." Huai'an walked in from the door, his body was a little wet, and he felt a bit chilly: "It's raining and it makes people unable to sleep."

He closed the door of the living room, then walked to another table opposite Mo Yimo, and lay down on the floor without hesitation.

"Uncle Huaian! Why didn't you go out with an umbrella?" Nasu smiled helplessly, she turned and left the living room: "I'll get you a towel later."

"No need..." Before Huai An finished speaking, he saw Nasu has already walked out of the inner door of the living room: "This girl is really reassuring."

Mo Yimo quietly stared at the package in front of him, without speaking.

"Young Master, what do you do with that thing?" Huai An took off his long thin coat, and casually put it on the table: "Did you throw it away?"

"Then we have to find out first, what is the function of this thing." Mo Yimo's arms were pressed on the table, and his right hand was holding his left hand, and he pressed his chin lightly against it.

At this time, Nasu strode into the living room: "Uncle Huai'an, take this and wipe it."

She held a light gray pure cotton towel with a white pattern on it: "Only this one is relatively dry."

Huai An nodded, took the towel and wiped his hair casually: "Thank you, thank you, why are you and the young master here today?"

Naxu froze for a moment, then smiled and opened his mouth to answer, but Mo Yimo preempted him: "I don't have any entrustment for now, let them have a vacation and recuperate."

"Ah, that's great." Huai'an put the towel between his necks, and then stretched his waist: "Rainy days are the best for resting."

"Didn't you just say that people can't sleep on a rainy day?" Mo Yimo glanced at him with a smile, then turned to look at Nasu: "Open it."

This it refers to the thing wrapped in a pink coat in front of my eyes.

Naxu quickly walked up to Mo Yimo, and raised her hand to untie the tied coats.

A bulging, spherical cotton bag appeared before his eyes.

The size of the cotton bag is not small, it looks like a basketball with an enlarged circle.

Mo Yimo pulled the cotton bag in front of him, raised his hand and untied the tie at the mouth of the bag, and immediately a lot of fluffy cotton was exposed.

"What is this?" Nao was startled when she saw something white and flamboyant coming out. After taking two steps back, she realized that it was cotton: "Hey? What did Missy do for this?"

"Young master, you just opened it like this? What if there is a curse inside..." Huai An also stood up, and quickly stood beside Nao: "Why is it all cotton?"

Mo Yimo shook his head, he pulled off the tie rope of the cloth bag, then turned the cloth bag over completely, and shook it a few times.

In an instant, a large amount of cotton fell from the cloth bag, and the fluffy cotton piled up the entire table.

"Boom!" Along with the falling cotton, there was a white thing, but it was soon covered by the falling cotton.

Mo Yimo straightened the bag and threw it aside.

He reached out and pushed aside the cotton in front of him, and took out a large piece... no, it was a mask that could half cover his head.

This grayish white mask has a strange face and a long beak.

The eye sockets of the black hole seem to hide countless secrets.

"Only the mask." Huai'an looked a little disappointed, he yawned: "I thought it would be an ornament of a mythical beast like Pixiu."

"What is this for?" Nao's eyes widened, and then he looked at the cotton hill on the table: "Is there something wrong with the bag that Miss gave?"

"Bird...white..." Mo Yimo seemed unable to understand the function of this mask.

He studied it for a while with doubts on his face, and finally threw the mask on the table.

Because of the thick layer of cotton, there was no sound at all.

"Young master?" Nao wanted to reach out to touch the mask, but seemed to lack courage.

Mo Yimo shook his head: "I don't see any effect."

"What does this have to do with the head of the Tao family?" Huai'an took the towel off his neck and put it on his head: "Miss, are you playing with us?"

"Uncle Huai'an! Don't speak ill of the eldest lady!" Nao looked at him in a panic: "Hurry up and take it back!"

Huaian raised one eyebrow and shrugged indifferently: "How do you want me to take back what I have said?"

Nao pursed her mouth, looking nervous but didn't know how to express it.

"Don't forget, I'm not under the control of the eldest lady." Huai An raised his hand and rubbed the hair on her forehead, grinning.

Nao's face flushed suddenly, and then she pursed her mouth slightly, looking dissatisfied and shy: "I, I..."

She hesitated for a long time, but she didn't say a complete sentence in a daze.

"Let's stop this topic here." Mo Yimo, who was silent for a long time, finally spoke at this moment: "I don't really want to hear discussions about these things."

He stood up and picked up the mask again: "I'll take it to meet Mr. Xu and the Tao family."

"Shall I go with you?" Huai An pressed the towel and rubbed his hair.

Nao also hastily said: "Me too..."

Mo Yimo shook his head: "No, I'll just go by myself."

He looked down at the mask for a while, then suddenly seemed to think of something, looked up at the two people in front of him: "You... have to do another thing."

The moment Xu Ziyu stepped into the door of the room, he felt his right brow twitching.

He took a quick look around, then half-folded his eyes, and slowly walked towards Xu Jia who was sitting in the middle of the room, sipping tea.

"President Xu, good afternoon." Mo Yimo sat next to Xu Jia. There was a small square coffee table between the two of them. There was a set of tea sets and a few slightly rolled newspapers on it.

"Good afternoon." Xu Ziyu felt a little repulsed by the appearance of this person: "I didn't expect to meet again so soon."

"It seems that you and Mr. Mo communicated well yesterday." Xu Jia put the teacup on the tray and smiled brightly.

But Xu Ziyu could see the ridicule hidden in his smile at a glance.

Xu Jia picked up a newspaper on the table, opened it, read it, and handed it to Xu Ziyu who had just taken his seat: "Big news broke out, overwhelming the news of Lao Tao's disappearance."