am i a devil

Wang Mo: "..."

Okay, now let's clarify the logical chain I have experienced in these years, Wang Mo thought.

Because I don't want to always rely on Xun Ying for food and clothing, I plan to take another job outside to help him supplement his family expenses.

Then I started chasing my dream showbiz by accident, and before I earned the first pot of gold in my life, he gave me a treasury.

So here comes the question, what is the point of my extra job?

Wang Mo followed his inflexible logic chain, and then began to doubt life.

Xun Ying saw that Wang Mo had been crashing and didn't make trouble, thinking that he felt awkward sharing a room with him in the middle of the night, so he thought for a while and said, "Amo, it's getting late, you should rest."

"Hey." Wang Mo came back to his senses, and then nodded.

"Then you should rest early too." Wang Mo said tentatively again, and then he saw Xun Ying nodded and left his room.

Wang Mo was stunned for a while, and then wandered around in the presidential suite.

He had never lived in such a luxurious room in his life, it was like a dream.

He is like a small animal that has just been brought home by a new owner. After the stress response has passed, he begins to curiously explore every inch of the new environment.

It is said to be a room here, but in fact, it is almost the same as the first floor of the house, Wang Mo thought to himself.

In this suite, the living room, bedroom, study, and even the kitchen have everything that one expects to find, and each room is large in size. Wang Mo touched the bathroom all the way, and felt that the toilet here was larger than his previous rental house.

Wang Mo groped through the suite, and was a little tired from walking, so he turned back to the living room area in the middle of the suite, jumped into the sofa and planned to rest for a while.

When Wang Mo was rolling on the sofa, he saw two words and a picture hanging on the wall behind the sofa.

No, why are these calligraphy and paintings so familiar? Wang Mo thought to himself.

Then he got up in a jiffy, and started the process of bastard looking at mung beans face to face with these calligraphy and paintings.

Isn't this the calligraphy and painting hanging in the living room at home? It seemed to be hanging in the main room of the house over the small courtyard, Wang Mo remembered.

Although Wang Mo thinks he is illiterate, he still understands the weight of these calligraphy and paintings. After all, they are masterpieces with super national popularity.

Why did the things at home appear in the presidential suite? Is it an imitation? Even if it is, it is too coincidental. Wang Mo was full of doubts.

So he went outside, opened the door and looked around, and soon, the big brothers in black came over.

"Brother Wang, what are your orders?" the man in black said.

"Let me ask my brother a few questions," Wang Mo said, "Do you know what is going on with the calligraphy and paintings in this suite?"

"I know." The brothers nodded one after another.

"Brother Wang, do you want to see the restoration of the scene? You have the permission to read it."

Wang Mo: "..."

"Look." Wang Mo nodded.

So he saw that the space around him was distorted, and then Xun Ying's phantom came in from the door, followed by several men in black.

He wandered around in the presidential suite for a while, and finally came to the living room, and looked up at the decorative painting behind the sofa.

"It's too vulgar." Noble Xun Ying said belatedly.

Hearing this, the man in black immediately opened the suitcase, took out a few scrolls from inside, and replaced the original decorative paintings, and then the images of several people gradually faded away.

"The play is over." The man in black beside Wang Mo said.

Wang Mo: "..."

The black technology over there is really black, Wang Mo thought.

"Then when we go back, don't forget to take the calligraphy and painting away, every word in it is enough for me to live for a lifetime." Wang Mo earnestly instructed the man in black.

"Brother Wang, don't worry, we are already familiar with this kind of work."

"Yes, Brother Wang, you are a poor man. I don't know that in the past, noble sons from aristocratic families were like this. Even if they went out for a day, or even lived in a ruined temple, they had to decorate it as comfortably and luxuriously as at home. That’s called not falling into the family voice.”

The man in black chattered to Wang Moke.

Wang Mo: "..."

Are all tool people as upright as you? Wang Mo thought sadly in his heart, so he sent a few people away, and was about to close the door and go to sleep.

When Wang Mo was about to go back to his room to sleep, he suddenly saw a men's wallet on the receiving table in the entrance hall. Wang Mo knew this style, and it was the one Xun Ying often used.

So Wang Mo dialed Xun Ying's cell phone and walked towards the window while waiting for the connection.

He drew the curtains and looked outside casually, and then found that the skyscraper opposite was completely dark, only one room was lit with a single light.