Ghost husband knocks on the door at night: Obediently marry

He was silent at the door for a while, the rain wet his hair and covered the surface of his coat with a layer of fine water droplets.

But there was still no one who could take him in.

He looked up, looked at the huge smiling face of the clown on the signboard, and couldn't help but sneered: "Heh..."

No longer hesitating, he stepped into the door and felt various spiritual powers of different strengths constantly floating.

Immediately afterwards, he did not expect that there was still no one in the huge elevator.

It was deserted, which was very inconsistent with Xingding's usual situation.

It stands to reason that the chips and props in the auction are very precious, and it is impossible to open them for circulation in low-end entertainment areas.

With this in mind, Mo Yimo pressed the most upscale floor in the entertainment room, which is the floor next to the management area of ​​Xingding.

He still put his hands in his pockets, looking out of the elevator calmly.

Outside the glass wall is the grotesque night scene of the entire C city, which is hard to see clearly through the blurred mist.

The elevator kept going up until he realized that the height he was at was already far away from the entertainment room, even on the highest floor.

He didn't feel uneasy because of this, on the contrary, he felt relieved.

The attention was no longer on the numbers on the floor, but turned to look at other places.

The phone was in the deepest part of the pocket, and it was touched by the index finger several times, but he didn't take it out.

Being able to talk to Xu Ziyu on the phone was completely unexpected for him.

Especially when he heard that the other party was at the top of the star and knew his identity, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

To make people even more troubled, another face appeared in his mind at the same time: Cheng Moxun.

Although I don't know what kind of trouble Xu Ziyu and others encountered, but as a client, Mo Yimo should come to solve the problem.

It's just that he knew very well in his heart that he seemed to be a little worried about Cheng Moxun's safety.

Didn't this woman come here with Xu Ziyu?
Mo Yiyou's conversation with him before can still be clearly recalled.

In any case, Xingding is extremely dangerous to Cheng Moxun.

Moreover, he has been concealing his identity as the young master of Xingding, so it's fine if the two brothers of the Xu family know about it, but if Cheng Moxun finds out...

After all, behind these complicated matters, there is also the issue of the manager of the Tao family.

His identity was in a rather awkward and delicate position.

I didn't want Cheng Moxun to know so much.

"Boom——" With the loud noise, the elevator stopped rising, and at the same time, there was a rather violent vibration from the bottom of the feet.

Mo Yimo recovered from his thoughts, and looked up at the elevator door slowly opening.

Unlike many entertainment floors, the lighting in the management area is soft and calm.

He stepped out of the elevator, opened the bamboo curtain in front of him, and saw a corridor that was not unfamiliar.

The corridor is so wide that two cars can even pass side by side.

Mo Yimo stepped on the wooden floor step by step, and occasionally heard the sound of the wood loosening and cracking, but when he looked down, all the pieces were intact.

The further you go, the wider your field of vision will be.

Finally, he came to the end of the corridor and saw a huge circular living room.

The living room is extremely spacious, with a recessed soft sofa in the center, which occupies a small area, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

A white figure in front of the glass window was sitting on the floor, even though he heard the approaching footsteps behind him, he still looked out of the window without moving.

"Yiyou, don't stop them." Mo Yimo stood beside him and stood firm, also looking out of the window.

"Did you know? After three o'clock in the middle of the night, it's black from here." Mo Yiyou didn't pick up his topic, but talked to himself.

Mo Yimo replied lightly: "Really?"

"For many years, I stayed here alone, watching the light gradually disappear." The tone was calm, but there was a smile on his face, Mo Yiyou sighed: "It's very lonely."

Unable to understand the meaning of Mo Yiyou's words, Mo Yimo just frowned slightly, but did not speak.

"How does it feel to be exposed? Brother?" Mo Yiyou still smiled, his tone relaxed as if he was asking if he had eaten.

Mo Yimo lowered his eyelids slightly: "You told Xu Ziyu?"

"Who else could it be?" Mo Yiyou raised his face and showed him a bright smile: "I just want him to leave quickly."

"You kidnapped the head of the Tao family, not for his soul." Mo Yimo snorted softly, and said, "You did it for Miss Tao, right?"

There was a light of surprise in Mo Yiyou's eyes.

She looked at her brother, and her smile was a little more incredible: "How do you know? Could it be that he is connected with me?"

After she finished speaking, she blinked mischievously.

"This rain lasted for half a month." Mo Yimo ignored her expression the whole time, only looking out the window: "Calculating the time back and forth, it almost started when the head of the Tao family disappeared."

"Ah, is it because of this that the time is right?" Mo Yiyou's tone seemed to feel a little pity: "It's a hasty guess like this!"

"What I said is always right." Mo Yimo was not confused by her words: "This rain, that plasticine ball all appeared through Miss Tao's reason."

Mo Yiyou lowered his head and smiled noncommittally.

"What is it for?" Mo Yimo asked: "What is the origin of that mask..."

"Compared to that," Mo Yiyou suddenly cut off his words: "My dear brother, at this moment, shouldn't you pay more attention to another matter?"

Mo Yimo narrowed his eyes: "What?"

"I don't intend to play tricks on the auction items, but there are some things that deserve more observation!" Mo Yiyou raised a hand and pointed behind him while talking: "There is a tablet computer on the sofa, can I take a look? "

Looking in the direction she pointed, you can see the white soft sofa in the center of the hall.

Mo Yimo looked at her hesitantly, then turned around and walked towards the sofa.

Sure enough, as Mo Yiyou said, a tablet computer with the same snow-white body was casually placed in a corner of the sofa.

The screen was still on, obviously an interface where the video was paused.

It didn't take Mo Yimo much effort to recognize that one of the two figures facing the camera on the screen was his subordinate Nao.

As for the other one, it was Xu Ziyu who was not unfamiliar to him.

In addition, he recognized the background as the underground parking garage of the Star Top Casino.

So this is...

Mo Yiyou looked out of the window with a smile the whole time, occasionally raising his hand to wipe away the almost invisible shallow stains on the glass.

When she heard the rustling sound from the video playing, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up more and more.

His expression became more and more excited.

Finally, in a few minutes.

There was the expected gasping sound behind him.

"When is this... Ah, could it be..." Mo Yimo opened his mouth slightly, staring at the screen with a dull expression.

"Don't you think it's interesting?" Mo Yiyou frowned slightly, deliberately showing a wry smile: "I went to look for him yesterday, but I didn't find such a thing."

"Are you going to find him?" Mo Yimo raised his head, his eyes showing vigilance: "At that time, did you tell him that I was the young master of Xingding?"

Mo Yiyou turned his face slightly: "It's the same now. Look at the top of the star, who doesn't call you elder brother and young master?"

It's useless to worry about this issue now.

"This is Xu Ziyu himself?" Mo Yimo shook his head slightly, expressing his disbelief: "This kind of ability, even for ordinary evil spirits, is quite troublesome."

Mo Yiyou nodded, turned around simply, rested his chin with one hand, and looked at him: "So you understand why I don't want him to leave?"

Mo Yimo didn't speak for a long time.

He watched the video back and forth twice, and finally turned off the screen and dropped the tablet back in place.

"Do you still want to stop me now?" Mo Yiyou deliberately made an aggrieved expression: "Brother?"

"I'm going to the entertainment room." Ignoring this disgusting appearance, Mo Yimo showed a distant attitude: "He is still one of my clients so far."

Mo Yiyou looked at him calmly for a while, then suddenly burst out laughing: "What a conscientious and good brother! I really like it."

She stood up slowly, and walked to Mo Yimo step by step: "Then, why don't we go together?"

Lu Ye took the soft quilt handed over by the servant, and carefully covered the person on the bed.

Looking at the fleshy little face in memory, it became thin and clear at this moment.

His heart felt as if something was clogged, and his breathing became difficult.

"What the hell happened..." He murmured, and couldn't help but raise his hand to caress his upper round cheek. The soft and warm touch gave some comfort, making people slightly relieved.

"Master Lu, you..." The servant beside him looked a little embarrassed.

Lu Ye withdrew his hand, knowing that he was in an embarrassing situation.

He pursed his lips and stood up suddenly, startling the servant.

"Please allow me to stay here for one night!" Lu Ye bowed to the servant sincerely: "No matter what, I want to make sure that Yuanyuan is fine."

The servant was obviously frightened by his sudden bow, so he couldn't help but waved his hands again and again: "Hey? Master Lu, please don't do this, this, this is not up to me."

"Then..." Lu Ye subconsciously wanted to ask who said it, but suddenly remembered what the Tao family was going through at this moment.

If there is anyone else who can speak effectively, it is the person who is unconscious on the bed.

"May I ask, you are here...does your family know?" Seeing his troubled expression, the servant couldn't help asking.

Lu Ye froze for a moment, then shook his head blankly: "I sneaked away."

I don't know if the young lady whose name I don't remember will talk about today's experience in front of my mother?
If she heard Yuanyuan's name by accident, and saw her reaction at that time clearly, and told all these truthfully to her mother...