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The three of them walked out of the building where the property office was silently located until they walked out of the gate of Wangle Home. Meng Xinyao took out a small makeup mirror from her bag and whispered, "Follow the entrance of the park, and don't follow it."

Mo Chen nodded softly, raised his hand as if he was pretending to be, pointed to the corner of the street, and said loudly, "There is a delicious old duck noodles over there. If you don't dislike me, I'll treat you."

Meng Xinyao cooperated and said, "So good? Then I'm not polite."

There is indeed a fan of old ducks on the corner of the street, but Mo Chen doesn't know whether it tastes delicious. He just wanted to find a reason to have a good chat with Meng Xinyao and the others. As for this, it's nothing more than just acting for the eyes behind him. When the property came out, Mo Chen noticed that the electrician who told them the location of Pang Wei's office at the beginning had always been following them unintentionally.

It seems that Pang Wei is quite unsure. I wonder if he has successfully persuaded Mo Chen to give up causing trouble. Mo Chen thinks carefully and actually Pang Wei is quite naive. Regardless of whether Mo Chen is really convinced by him, would Mo Chen and his men insist on discussing what to do next before leaving Wangle’s home?

It was lunch time, and the small shop with a small duck noodles of less than 30 square meters was crowded with diners coming to eat. Mo Chen and the other two ordered the meal, so they had to stand at the diners' table that was about to finish and wait in line.

Perhaps because someone was watching him eat, the guests at that table finished their food very quickly and quickly paid the bill and left. Mo Chen and the other two had a place to settle down.

As soon as the three of them sat down, the waiter brought the old duck powder ordered by the three of them. Mo Chen pulled out three pairs of convenient chopsticks from the chopsticks and handed them to Meng Xinyao and the other two, and asked, "Have you recorded them all?"

Lin Xiao touched the zipper on his chest and nodded. Meng Xinyao gently patted the pocket of her shirt and said, "Don't worry!"

Mo Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief. He finally did not come in vain today, at least he got what he wanted.

Lin Xiao ate the food and looked around. There were so many people in the shop that he kept talking around in this small space.

After confirming that no one would hear their conversation, Lin Xiao was relieved and said, "After all, it was a hidden shooting. Many images were destined to be blurry, and the video that was moving must be cut. After dinner, I went back to do it. It really doesn't work. Stay up a big night tonight and may all be done tomorrow morning."

"Then my this one" Meng Xinyao touched her pocket and said, "I'll take it back to you later?"

Mo Chen said, "No, just put it there for you. There are already recordings on the video. Keep your one for backup!"

Originally, an audio cannot be kept as real evidence, and it is not suitable for spreading it.

Mo Chen suddenly thought of a very important question and immediately explained to Meng and Lin, "After you have finished the video, you want to pass it to me. Don't spread it without authorization."

"Why?" Meng Xinyao asked in confusion, "In our profession, the expansion of video transmission should be faster than you!"

Mo Chen waved his hand and said, "It has nothing to do with this! You just listen to me."

"Old Mo" Lin Xiao just opened his mouth and realized that he had made a mistake. He immediately changed his words, "Comrade Mo. You think we are too unrighteous!"

As soon as this statement was made, Meng Xinyao immediately understood what Mo Chen meant and said anxiously, "If it is really dangerous, even if you spread it, it will be the same! At least as a journalist, we have more protection than you, you."

Mo Chen waved his hand and signaled Meng Xinyao to be calm. "No! You have helped me a lot. This matter has nothing to do with you, so there is no need to involve you again."

"It's already involved!" Meng Xinyao was anxious and the sound of the bell unconsciously amplified, attracting the guests at the next table to look at them curiously.

Meng Xinyao pursed her lips, lowered her head, and poked the bowl in front of her.

When the eyes of the melon-eating crowd took back from them, Mo Chen gently advised, "Listen to me, I can understand your mood. You are a good girl! But now, this matter is not unusual. If I really create unavoidable troubles for you because I ask you for help, I will never make up for it. I think I beg you, can I listen to me?"

Meng Xinyao's mood was very depressed. She lowered her head and did not look at Mo Chen's eyes. She nodded in a dull voice. Mo Chen reached out and touched Meng Xinyao's forehead gently, as if she was comforting her, but she didn't say anything.

After agreeing to do what he wanted to do today, Mo Chen accompanied Meng and Lin and returned to the Internet cafe to pick up the car. His house was nearby, and he had nothing important to do.

Since the old duck noodles shop, Meng Xinyao has been depressed and still thinking about her own thoughts.

Mo Chen watched them get in the car and waved goodbye. At this time, Meng Xinyao only stared at the car window and stared at Mo Chen with complicated eyes.

"Let's go!" Lin Xiao greeted, started the engine, stepped on the accelerator and left.

It was only 2:00 p.m. when Mo Chen returned to his home. At this time, only Xiaojing would help him take care of the house quietly, so that Zheng Yi would not appear. However, Mo Chen was too lazy to ask. After all, he was in a state of turmoil these days, so he had no time to pay attention to Zheng Yi. Did he look for his lover according to his personality?

Today, Mo Chen felt a little tired inexplicably. When he returned home, he deliberately avoided Xiaojing, ignored her entanglement, asked questions, hurriedly hid into the bedroom, and fell head-on on the bed.

Some people are worried and upset and become unconsciously sleepy, like a physiological reaction of escape. However, another type of people will find it difficult to fall asleep due to troubles. But Mo Chen belongs to the latter. Although he wants to sleep for a while, he has been unable to get what he wants.

Mo Chen jumped up from the bed in annoyance, lit a cigarette, and accidentally saw the laptop on the bedside table. He couldn't help but complain in his heart, "I can't afford the broadband fee, how can I buy a computer with money?"

I pressed the boot button casually and waited for a long time before the screen jumped to the standby interface. It seemed that the computer was answering Mo Chen that the value of this computer was much cheaper than the broadband cost.

On the standby desktop, in addition to the icons of regular search engines and chat tools, there are some word documents marked and classified. All of those documents are novels written by Mo Chen. He was a little shocked. His character is so exaggerated. It seems that I really want to become famous and want to be crazy.

Fantasy, tomb robbers, supernatural and even domineering presidents. Any writing style that is popular on some novel websites is everywhere in Mo Chen's computer.
Chapter completed!