No.1 Puppet Master

But the fact is that Lan He is holding Mo Lin, or that Lan He is holding the umbrella of the two of them, and he has to free up a few fingers to hold Mo Lin.

Mo Lin's hands are small, tender and slippery to the touch, Lan He couldn't help but sneak a few glances at him, unfortunately he caught him every time—"Don't be confused, I'm not a girl Children." Then he was instantly aware of what he was thinking in his heart.

"Where are we going?" Lan He changed the subject awkwardly.

"The train station." Maureen said, "There are tickets prepared by Mr. Deca in the box."

Lan He nodded while thinking: "Wait, why did Mr. Deka prepare the ticket in advance?"

Maureen blinked.

Lan He said seriously: "So you all knew that I would come?"

Mo Lin blinked again, and said innocently: "I also know that if you continue to dawdle, your direct relatives don't mind using bullets to keep you on this street forever."

After some twists and turns, they caught up with the first train before dawn.

Mo Lin's distinctive appearance and unusual temperament attracted many curious eyes.

"Oh, what a beautiful child." The young lady ticket inspector sighed, and then looked at Lan He's plain face, and perhaps found that the two had no similarities, so she frowned and asked Mo Lin: "This gentleman is you?" guardian?"

Gentleman Mo Lin smiled and kissed the back of her hand: "Yes, beautiful young lady, your skin is so good, like a snow lotus in winter."

Miss ticket inspector blushed.

Lan He felt helpless, although he was dressed more modestly, he didn't look like a criminal who abducted and trafficked children!The intention is that the more low-key the journey, the better, so that it is not easy to expose your whereabouts and be caught up.He had no choice but to wrap his arms around Mo Lin in his arms, barely acting as a shield, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

After finally finding a seat, Lan He heaved a sigh of relief, it was a small private room with a shelter.

He put down the heavy suitcase, arranged for Maureen to sit down, and opened his suitcase to search here and there.

"Mr. Langhe, what are you doing?" Mo Lin sat in the position with the best view in front of the car window.

"Let's discuss it." Lan He continued to search.

"Ok?"

"Can you put this on?" Lan He took out a simple little shirt and trousers from the box.

Maureen looked at him quietly.

"Because of conflicting interests, I can't protect myself now." He lowered his head, a little guilty: "You were right before, in the face of a hail of bullets, I will be powerless, so we can only be more low-key along the way... "Lang He handed the two pieces of clothing to Mo Lin.

Mo Lin touched the clothes back and forth and asked, "What is this?"

Misunderstood that Mo Lin disliked the poor quality of the clothes he provided, he was stunned, and replied: "There are no other clothes for the time being."

"No," Maureen said, "did you do this?" His eyes were burning.

"Ah, yes." Lan He scratched his head in embarrassment.

"I didn't know you had such a talent." Mo Lin walked beside him.

Lan He said: "It's just a personal bad taste."

"So, you wanted to take down the dolls made by Mr. Deka, were you just curious about their clothes?"

"Uh..." The other party once again penetrated into his heart, so he had no choice but to be frank: "I have never seen the clothing materials of some dolls, and the cutting and design are also very decent, and my hands itch for a while..."

"Okay." Maureen said suddenly.

"Huh?" Lan He didn't respond.

"Didn't you want me to wear the clothes you made? Okay." Mo Lin looked at him tenderly, then raised his arms, seeing that Lan He was motionless, he urged: "Mr. Lan He, please help me change."

"……wait wait wait?"

Maureen frowned impatiently.

Reading his serious and even slightly threatening expression, Lan He obediently shut his suspicious mouth, and honestly began to work as a guardian.

The residence of the Lan family is located in City A, a prosperous and luxurious city.It used to be a place that Lan He couldn't reach. When he was young, he followed his elders to the main house for sacrifices. His status was so humble that he was not qualified to step into the hall. He could only stand in the garden and look up at the unattainable descendants on the stairs. offspring.

This train goes directly to City A, and it doesn't take much time, one day and one night.

The dawn light slowly illuminated the carriage.Lang He was very tired, but he didn't dare to sleep, once he closed his eyes, he would not be able to predict the crisis in advance.

But Mo Lin had already fallen asleep. He was wearing the little white shirt that Lan He had put on for him and the plain plaid trousers. He was lying on a soft bed with Lan He's windbreaker under his body. He closed his eyes peacefully, looking Like an ordinary boy who is harmless to humans and animals.

Everything is just appearance.

Even if he is as humble as Lan He, he also understands that Maureen is someone he must respect.But before meeting Mo Lin, he never knew that Mo Lin was actually a teenager.Lan He had always thought that he would be an old man with white beard, who would behave like a fairy, and his words and deeds were unpredictable.

The name "Mo Lin" was known to everyone in the Lan family, from the patriarch to the servants.It is written on the title page of the family annals and has the supreme right. It is the only person who can judge the future of the Lan family on his own.

Lan He himself only had the fluke mentality of giving it a try.In order to invite senior Mo Lin to come out of the mountain, he brought "birth" and came to visit with an absolute purpose, hoping that senior could help him ascend to the position of Patriarch.

However, he expected that Mo Lin would compromise because of "birth", but he did not expect that the agreement of "birth" was mutual.

Two hours ago, the doll shop.

After Lan He and Mo Lin left, Old Deka sat back in his seat and continued his unfinished work.

In less than 10 minutes, the brief silence was broken by a burst of messy footsteps.The visitor didn't ring the bell, but rushed into the house aggressively, shouting loudly: "Hand over Lan He!"

Old Deca didn't look up.

The one who took the lead was a red-haired man. He was wearing a dark red uniform with a totem tattoo on his chest. It was not difficult to see that it was exactly the same as the texture on the Morin badge.He was full of arrogance, looking down at Old Deka, seeing that he was unmoved, and mockingly said: "Old man, do you know who I am? Do you know who you are hiding?"

Old Deka carefully put a peacock-green glass eyeball into the doll's eye socket, and then slowly said: "You are disturbing the children."

"Lan, Lord Lan Huan is asking you something!" a servant interrupted.He has buck teeth and doesn't speak very well.

Lan Huan was very satisfied when he heard Baoya's follower reported his name.He put his hands behind his back and took a few steps forward on purpose, for fear that old Deka would not be able to see his family totem clearly because of his dim eyesight.

When passing by the locker, he casually glanced at the doll on it, and snorted: "Hmph, what the hell."

"Yes, yes, the things in this small shop can't compare to Mr. Lan Huan's craftsmanship!" Baoya hurriedly followed, flattering him knowingly.

Old Deka ignored their singing and singing, and did things on his own.

Seeing that he was still indifferent, Baoya threatened: "Didn't you hear Mr. Lan Huan? Let Lan He come out, otherwise your small shop may be ruined!"

"Who?" Old Deka didn't seem to hear clearly.

"Lang He, a traitor of the Lan family! A thief! It is a serious crime to hide a prisoner, be careful not to walk around!" Baoya became Lan Huan's spokesperson.

"What did he steal?" asked old Deca again.

"Hehe, that's the 'birth' of the family treasure of the Lan family! Lan He's crime is dealt with according to the family law, and he can already be sentenced to death. I don't think you want to be implicated by him!"

When mentioning "birth", Old Deka thought that the brilliance flowing from the violet pendant was exactly the same as the little master's eyes. It was transparent and beautiful, and it was the perfect material for eyeballs.

He got up and walked in front of Lan Huan. The latter wanted to continue to look down on him, but he didn't want the old Deka to be two heads taller than him. He was very oppressive in front of him, and his arrogance was inevitably low.

"I remember," said old Deca.

Thinking that he wanted to reveal Lan He's whereabouts, Lan Huan felt complacent: "Hurry up and tell me!"

"The little master ordered that there are a few guests who lack etiquette, let me throw them all into the mud pit outside the house."

"...What? Ah!" Before Lan Huan could react, Old Deka grabbed him with one hand and threw him out of the door, knocking down several guards guarding the door.

Then there was a commotion in the house, and after a while, they were all thrown into the street and piled up into a mountain of meat. There were more than a dozen garbage with bruised noses and swollen faces in the muddy puddles on the street.