How can I love you all my life

Ellen drove away from home, feeling a little excited. He took out his mobile phone and dialed Mo Jinran's number, and the sound of his car came from the other end.

"Jinran, where are you?" Ellen asked.

"It's almost there, have you had breakfast?" Mo Jinran raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"I've eaten it. I ate it with my two daddies. How about you?"

"Not yet." In order to see Ellen soon, Mo Jinran woke up very early, washed up and went out without having breakfast.

"That's it, then I'll eat with you when you come." Ellen said with a smile.

"Okay, drive carefully."

"understood."

An hour later, Ellen and Mo Jinran made an appointment to meet at a hotel.

Ellen arrived one step earlier than Mo Jinran. When Mo Jinran got out of the car, he saw Ellen leaning on his car door with a faint smile on his face, deep eyebrows and three-dimensional facial features like sculptures.

Mo Jinran got out of the car and walked to Ellen's side. Seeing that he was wearing thin clothes, he pursed his lips and asked lightly, "Is it cold if you wear so little?"

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Ellen replied with a smile: "It's not cold. Jinran, you're handsome again."

The corners of Mo Jinran's lips curled up, his smile was not obvious, "Let's go, what do you want to eat?"

"I'm not hungry, shall I watch you eat?" Ellen suggested with a smile.

"what ever."

They asked for a very quiet small box, and Mo Jinran ordered a few dishes he liked, and then asked Ellen, "Are you sure you don't want to eat?"

"Okay, I'll order one too. I'll eat if I'm hungry." Ellen took the menu from Mo Jinran's hand, and his hand accidentally touched Mo Jinran's hand, and Mo Jinran let go of the menu as if nothing had happened.

Ellen ordered one at random, and asked Mo Jinran naturally: "Jinran, what were you doing in Washington yesterday?"

"What do you think I can do? Kill someone?" Mo Jinran looked him straight in the eyes, and he didn't seem to have any emotional ups and downs when he asked this question.

Those blue eyes seemed to be stained with thick ink, and the color became deeper, Ellen's face changed slightly, and then changed into a charming smile, "Jin Ran, don't be angry, I didn't mean that, I just said it casually." Ask, don't get me wrong."

Mo Jinran didn't speak anymore, his eyebrows were lowered, his eyelashes covered his eyelids, he couldn't see his expression, he just felt a little lonely.Ellen knew that she shouldn't have asked such a question, and suddenly felt a little regretful.

"Jinran...",

"Yanchen." Mo Jinran called him in Chinese, with complicated emotions in his eyes.

"I went to Washington just to solve some trivial matters of the Mafia. I don't like killing people so much."

"I know, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you." In front of Mo Jinran, Ellen was always Lu Yanchen, and they usually spoke in Chinese, as if they had developed a tacit understanding.

"It's none of your business, I just hope you understand that although we have different identities, we are not enemies."

I will never regard you as my enemy, even if one day your gun is aimed at my forehead.

As the number one killer of the Mafia, Mo Jinran is mainly responsible for assassinations, but he never kills innocent people.

"Well, Jinran, I won't ask you anymore, let me tell you something interesting."

Lu Yanchen cleverly changed the topic. Of course he knew that Mo Jinran did not kill anyone. News of such a big death would definitely be exposed on the Internet as soon as possible.

"What's interesting?"

"Before you called me yesterday, I was at Lieutenant Colonel Lance's house. He is a man with a lot of eccentricities. All the windows are closed in broad daylight, and the curtains are drawn. The room is very dark, and I feel depressed inside. , I really don’t know what he thinks.”

Lu Yanchen took a sip of his drink and continued: "He is handsome and a very mature man, but his face is sullen all day long, and he doesn't speak warmly at all. The strangest thing is that he has a face as white as A picture of a ghostly woman used as the lock screen of the phone. Someone called him, and I saw it by accident, and I still remember the woman's appearance, she was quite beautiful, but unfortunately, she looked like a sleeping beauty who didn't breathe. "

Mo Jinran saw that he spoke with gusto, so he couldn't help asking: "Who is this Lieutenant Colonel Lance?"

"The head coach of our special forces has never been to the training base, isn't it weird? No one has dismissed him." This is what Lu Yanchen couldn't figure out.

"Maybe he has a strong relationship with the high-level government." Mo Jinran said a reasonable possibility.

It's the same everywhere, as long as there are people covering it, many things can be covered with one hand.

"It's possible, Jinran, I'm bored anyway, so I'll draw that woman for you to see." Lu Yanchen was in high spirits, not because he was interested in Lieutenant Colonel Lance's privacy, but because he wanted to pass the time.

"As you please." Mo Jinran said lightly.

At this time, the food just came out, Lu Yanchen asked the waiter for paper and pens, while Mo Jinran was eating, Lu Yanchen lowered his head to draw.Looking at Lu Yanchen's serious drawing, Mo Jinran felt that he looked very good-looking from this angle.

Mo Jinran sometimes wonders whether he should tell Lu Yanchen that he likes him, but he also hopes that he will find out by himself.

Mo Jinran has never said anything he likes to others, and if he really wanted to say it, it would probably be awkward. He is very clear that he will only fall in love with one person in his life, and the future will last forever, so he doesn't want to scare him.

Half an hour later, a complete picture appeared on the paper. Mo Jinran looked at Lu Yanchen, but didn't notice what was drawn on the paper.

Lu Yanchen raised his head and met Mo Jinran's gaze which he couldn't take back in time. He was slightly taken aback. Mo Jinran's gaze...he felt a little familiar, just like the infatuation Lu Zhen saw when he looked at Nolan or when Nolan looked at Lu Zhen. eyes.

He silently despised himself in his heart, how could this be possible, he really thought too much, he and Mo Jinran were closer than brothers, nothing else.

Mo Jinran withdrew his gaze naturally, without any trace of the transition, as if it was just Lu Yanchen's illusion.

Lu Yanchen blinked his eyes, as expected he was thinking too much, he took the finished painting and handed it to Mo Jinran, as if offering a treasure, "Jinran, can you see how good my painting is?"

Mo Jinran took it over and took a look. He was about to say that the painting was really good, but suddenly he frowned, his face changed drastically, and he was suffocated. He grabbed Lu Yanchen

Hand, asked hurriedly: "Did you see anything else about this woman at Lieutenant Colonel Lance's house? Like her clothes and the like?

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Lu Yanchen was stunned for a moment, this was the first time he saw Mo Jinran lose his composure, he froze for a moment, and replied with certainty: "No, I just saw this picture when Lieutenant Colonel Lance's phone was on. Photo, Lance's house doesn't have any women's stuff

West. "

Lu Yanchen shook Mo Jinran's hand back. His palms were sweating a little, and he asked softly, "Jinran, what's wrong with you? Do you know this woman?"

"No, I'm not sure yet, I have to ask my brother." Mo Jinran came back to his senses, took out the hand held by Lu Yanchen, reached into his pocket and took out his mobile phone, dialed Mo Qimu's number, and said to him : "Brother, help me find out who this woman is."

Mo Jinran took a picture of Lu Yanchen's drawing and passed it to Mo Qimu.

Mo Qimu received a call from Mo Jinran and received a picture from him. He clicked on it, was taken aback for a moment, then his face changed slightly, he paused, and asked in a deep voice: "Xiaoran, have you ever Where did you see this picture?"

"Drawn by Ellen, he said he saw it at Lans Beckley's yesterday."

"Okay, I see. Let me handle this matter. You can stay in the United States and investigate Lance by the way." While talking, Mo Qimu pulled out another photo for technical comparison.

"okay, I get it."

In fact, just looking at the naked eye, the similarity is over 90.00%. Ellen drew very realistically. After comparison, the result was 90.00%. None of them had the pictures on Si's phone, and the only explanation was that she might still be alive.

Mo Qimu calmed down for a while, and called Mo Yao, "Uncle, come up to the study, I need you urgently."

Mo Qimu is the head of the current mafia, and Mo Yao and the others are slowly delegating power and letting the children take over the affairs. As long as there is no major problem that Mo Qimu can solve, he will not bother Mo Yao.

Mo Yao and Mo Xiaobai were resting on the sofa on the beach, when they suddenly received a call from Mo Qimu, his tone was quite anxious, Mo Yao stood up and said to Mo Xiaobai: "Xiaobai, Mumu seems to be in urgent need of me. Go up first."

"Did he say something?" Mo Xiaobai asked, as if it had nothing to do with him.

"He didn't say, I think it should be urgent, so I'm leaving."

"I'll go and have a look too." Mo Xiaobai followed Mo Yao's footsteps.

Mo Yao pushed open the door of the study room and saw Mo Qimu's ten fingers typing on the keyboard. He entered the system as an anti-terrorist security information officer and called up Lansbeckley's information.

Mo Yao and Mo Xiaobai walked over, and Mo Xiaobai asked puzzledly: "Mumu, why are you looking for him? He is a walking iceberg, he is cold to everything, a monster."

"Look at this." Mo Qimu opened the two pictures and the result of the comparison just now. Mo Xiaobai's eyes widened and he exclaimed, "My God, what's going on?"

"Xiao Ran sent it to me. He said that Ellen saw it on Lance's cell phone." Mo Qimu explained.

"Mumu, check all Lance's call records and entry and exit information in the past few years to see who he has been in contact with." Mo Yao said in a deep voice.

"Okay, I'm checking."

"Boss, do you want to tell uncle and aunt about this?" Mo Xiaobai asked with a frown.

"Don't say it yet, wait until we find out, it's just speculation now."

Mo Xiaobai nodded, he still finds it a bit unbelievable.

[My "Missing, Private Thoughts" is over, short story, no V added, just ask for support, long comment or leave a message, let me know that it is not a hard stand-alone, first crab everyone ~ other diving come out to get some air, Give me a little motivation, I have been writing very weakly recently

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