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ld there be to tire of and if he got tired of it, they could go out for meals.Right, she was learning how to cook for herself, not for Ye Feiyi.Not for Ye Feiyi.If not for him insulting her yesterday...720

Moyao was awakened by Moyuxiao. Seeing his face so close, out of a reflex reaction, he hit Moyuxiao before his brain could register what happened, giving him a solid slap. Moyuxiao never expected the leader to hit him, so he just stood there stunned. What kind of situation is this He felt extremely wronged. Fortunately, the leader was injured, and his strength wasn't too great; even though it was a firm slap, its force had been greatly reduced. Otherwise, his face would have definitely swollen up.

After Moyao slapped Moyuxiao, he ended up hurting himself. The wound from where the bullet was extracted had just been sutured, and this slap caused it to split open again; the pain made him break out in a cold sweat. Moyuxiao hurriedly took out some painkillers to give him, but Moyao pushed his hand away.

He endured this scorching pain without flinching, remembering this feeling so that he wouldn't make the same mistake again next time.

"Leader..." Moyuxiao was extremely anxious. He put down the painkillers and took a towel to wipe his face; it was covered in sweat and his chest was stained red. He hurriedly undressed Moyao, only to find that all of the bandages on his chest were soaked through with blood. He fetched the first aid kit and used scissors to cut open the bandages. When he had struggled upstairs earlier, the wound had split open a little; it wasn't too serious then, but now it was much worse due to excessive bleeding.

While Moyuxiao stopped the bleeding and cleaned up the blood around the wound, he couldn't help saying, "Leader, I'm asking you as a favor—consider yourself as the patient and don't be so forceful. Why did you hit me after I got up for you to eat my porridge Even if you want to hit me, just tell me; I'll do it myself instead of having you hurt your wound like this."

He wanted to give Moyao anesthetic, but Moyao refused. Seeing no other option, Moyuxiao disinfected the area and applied medicine afterward. Moyao was a person with strong willpower; he remained very tough throughout the process, not uttering a single sound even as sweat poured down his face. He didn't move until Moyuxiao had finished applying the medicine and rewrapped the bandages.

After dealing with all of this, Moyuxiao washed his hands before returning to feed Moyao. The porridge was just warm enough; it tasted perfect. Moyao wanted to eat by himself, but Moyuxiao wouldn't let him and insisted on feeding him. Even though Moyao's illness made him weak, glaring at Moyuxiao didn’t have much of an effect anymore. So he decided not to pay attention to Moyuxiao anymore. Moyuxiao couldn't go against his leader’s wishes, so he brought over a small table for Moyao to slowly drink the porridge in stiff motions. Seeing this, Moyuxiao felt bad but dared not defy his leader.

He was feeling very wronged...

Moyao continued drinking the cold porridge; due to his large appetite and hunger, he still wanted more after finishing it. So, Moyuxiao went downstairs again to get him another bowl.

"Leader, how is my cooking"

"Average."

"Just 'average'" Moxiao Bai was hurt. "I think my skills are better than the little brother's, and you actually say it’s just average. You really hurt me."

"You don't have a heart."

"Do you want me to dig it out for you to see"

"Go ahead and dig."

Moxiao Bai was speechless; Boss, you have no sense of humor at all. Correction, he has cold humor that Moxiao Bai doesn't appreciate.

After drinking the congee, Moxiao Yao wanted to sleep again. Moxiao Bai didn’t bother him and went to his study room to handle affairs. Moxiao Yao loved pistol cartridges; this Mafia matter was left to them three people. If he were around, Wushuang would definitely fly over and stomp on him.

Moxiao Bai logged in and entered the Mafia headquarters' network system, starting to deal with matters. His handling skills were far from Moxiao Yao's; only Wushuang and Mocheng knew that Moxiao Yao had been shot. Even Fengyu LeiDian didn’t know. They just knew that Moxiao Yao was resting temporarily after a deal and wouldn't be returning to Rome for the time being. Everything would be handled behind the scenes without him making an appearance. So, Moxiao Bai tried his best to emulate Boss's lightning-fast way of handling matters.

This person liked playing around while Boss preferred quick victories—Boss would kick any hindrance straight into the Pacific Ocean, but he enjoyed kicking stones as he walked and watching them roll down in pain. Therefore, their methods of dealing with things were different.

For instance, this time when Boss was shot, Moxiao Bai suspected that it was the counterfeit money group's people who did it. There was no reason for them to ambush him right after he left; few knew about their meeting there, so they had the greatest suspicion. Although Wushuang handled this matter, Moxiao Bai also wanted to investigate from this angle since now the deal was concluded and he naturally had opportunities to interact with them.

In a blink of an eye, an afternoon passed. Moxiao Bai visited Boss twice during his trip; both times Boss was sleeping. The last time when he went up to check on him, Boss woke up. Moxiao Bai ran downstairs eagerly and brought up the soup that had been stewing for the whole afternoon, presenting it reverently in front of Boss. Boss loved this kind of long-stewed soup and enjoyed eating radishes from bone broth; Moxiao Bai knew all about his diet so he blinked hopefully waiting for praise.

Moxiao Yao looked at the heavily wrapped hand and gave a grunt of approval, finally giving some positive feedback. This made Moxiao Bai's heart bloom with joy. With a cold expression, Moxiao Yao didn’t speak much; after drinking the soup, he asked if Moxiao Bai wanted to get more for him, nodding his head. So Moxiao Bai went downstairs again.

Moxiao Yao looked out of the window where the setting sun was warm and the wutong trees outside had lush green leaves, full of vitality just like these people at their peak life force.

He clutched his chest; he wasn't going to let this bullet incident go so easily.

Momo Xiaobai brought a bowl of soup and saw that Big Brother was clutching his chest, deep in thought with a hint of viciousness on his face. Momo Xiaobai said, "Big Brother, you can rest assured. I will definitely look into this matter thoroughly and make sure to torment the person who hurt you until they don't even recognize their own ancestors."

Moyao frowned, "Leave this matter to Wu Shuang; there's no need for you to handle it."

"Why" Momo Xiaobai protested. "Is it because you doubt my abilities How could I not care when something happens on my territory In any case, I will take charge of this matter."

"Leave it to Wu Shuang," Moyao said solemnly.

"Why must it be given to Sister Even if you think I'm unsuitable for handling this matter, give it to Brother. After all, Sister isn't an expert in this field." Momo Xiaobai asked doubtfully.

Moyao replied, "Moxing has other matters to attend to. As for you, if I fall ill, who will handle my affairs You are busy enough with your own business; why bother with a killer's affair Anyhow, Wu Shuang is currently free and has Ghost Face’s assistance, so she won't have much on her plate. She is the most suitable person to investigate."

Momo Xiaobai thought about it and agreed. Indeed, Big Brother was the most considerate. He didn’t want to argue further and dropped the subject. He then voiced his suspicion about who might be behind this fake currency business. Moyao shook his head, "They don't have that kind of courage; stop wasting your thoughts on them."

"Really"

Moyao nodded and stirred his soup with a spoon, "I've made many connections; it's only natural for someone to want to kill me. There are so many assassins in the underworld; Wu Shuang is most proficient in handling this kind of situation. Ghost Face also has a background as an assassin. Overall, they're better suited than you."

Momo Xiaobai dropped the matter after Moyao said that.

After drinking the soup, Moyao couldn't sleep. Momo Xiaobai chatted with him and suddenly remarked, "Big Brother, haven't you had such comfortable living for a long time now Eating when hungry, sleeping when full—how do you feel"

"If you talked less, I'd feel better," Mo Yao said coldly. Mo Xiaobai responded, "This is definitely insincere talk. Without me around, how boring would it be"

Mo Yao didn't speak up; Mo Xiaobai took his laptop and started working while allowing the boss to lie comfortably. Smiling, he said, "I'm handling work stuff, you can watch a movie. By the way, what kind of film do you want to see I have various types here—action movies, comedies, thrillers, romances... What would you like"

"Whatever," Mo Yao replied.

Mo Xiaobai chuckled and said, "Seeing how busy you usually are, there's no way you've watched the DVDs I gave you. So let's watch one of my films."

Mo Yao glanced at him as he started playing a movie. It was a film Mo Xiaobai had starred in two years ago, a sci-fi flick that epitomized individual heroism from start to finish. The film was extremely popular and an Oscar winner; Mo Xiaobai had won the Best Actor award for it.

Mo Yao believed Mo Xiaobai must have deliberately chosen this movie, showing off his solo stardom throughout. Was he trying to showcase something else

Sighing inwardly, Mo Yao didn't care about Mo Xiaobai's intentions but understood the message: unwillingness to think too much. Meanwhile, Mo Xiaobai was typing away with hands wrapped like pig hooves, which looked amusing.

"Can you use a smart keyboard" Mo Yao couldn't help commenting when he found it funny. Mo Xiaobai replied, "No need, I'll be noisy and disturb your movie-watching. But I can type this way—it's just slower."

He tapped tap-tapped away at the keyboard.

Mo Yao could only let him continue. Halfway through, Mo Xiaobai said to him, "Boss, what do you think of this special effect It’s cool and awesome, right We spent a month shooting it—no props were used; pretty impressive, huh"

"It's okay," Mo Yao replied.

"This is the best stuff. Who else has my skills" Mo Xiaobai said proudly, beaming. Mo Yao smiled wryly; let him brag since no one would refute it. Then Mo Xiaobai asked, "Boss, how was my actingp breaking up too. I’ve suffered so much that even today, I still think about Betty’s seductive figure and sweet voice. Oh no, all of this is my little cousin brother's fault. Otherwise, Betty and I w...