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as so quick she almost missed it. She felt slightly surprised but before she could look again, there was nothing left to see.Gu Rui laughed even more enigmatically."Alright, I'll have my assistant del...Meticulous Heart Chasing 724

In the evening, Mo Baixue called Ji Bing. He had reflected on his actions from the afternoon and realized that he might have overreacted a bit too seriously; it wasn’t such a big deal after all. He refused to delve into the reasons behind his overreaction because those reasons were surely something he wouldn't want to accept. Therefore, Mo Baixue relied on his usual indifferent attitude to ignore the matter.

Ji Bing answered the phone. Mo Baixue deeply reflected and apologized for what happened that afternoon. Ji Bing said, "You really seemed strange today. Even if you don’t like Parker and me interrupting you, it’s not okay to yell at him like that. I’ve never seen him this angry."

Moi Baixue cheerfully accepted the criticism from her. “I’ll apologize to Parker another day.”

"No need. You know Parker has a quick temper and cools off just as fast; he'll be fine in no time, but he’s been calling you an idiot along the way." Ji Bing said gloomily. Mo Baixue didn’t mind Parker calling him names because his talkative manager had a fiery temperament and often called him a brat. He was used to it. When they were angry at each other before, even if their arguments were more severe, they would always make up in the end.

He knew that Parker was only looking out for him but because of their different positions, conflicts難免會出現，他還是很喜歡這位經紀人的。

"Ji Bing, go to bed early and don’t stay up too late," Mo Baixue said after apologizing. Before hanging up the call, Ji Bing quickly stopped him. "Do you not have anything to say to me"

They hadn't met in several days since Mo Baixue mentioned taking care of his brother; she had rarely called him. In these few days, there were only two calls, and this one was just an apology. She thought it was a bit excessive. Was this how someone acted as their boyfriend

Ji Bing felt slightly dejected.

She liked Mo Baixue very much; she couldn’t even express the feeling. All she knew was that she couldn't be without him, and she could not bear to lose his attention and expectations. If he ignored her for a day, she would feel extremely uncomfortable.

This terrifying possessiveness scared her but she had no control over it. Parker had once advised her to give Mo Baixue more space and not to always be around him, but she couldn’t help herself; she constantly wanted to see Mo Baixue and think about him.

These days, in order to avoid leaving a bad impression on her brother, she hadn't disturbed him. When Parker suggested that they go together, Ji Bing knew Mo Baixue would be unhappy but still agreed because she hadn’t seen him for so long.

In addition, there was his brother at his place whom she wanted to meet as well.

Moi Baixue said he would marry her once her health improved; this could be considered a proposal which she accepted. They were now an engaged couple, but she didn't know where Mo Baixue’s family lived. She only knew that they had his parents, a sister, two brothers, an uncle and aunt. She was unaware of the names of any of them. Ji Bing was someone who lacked security and needed confirmation.

Moi Baixue's affirmation alone wasn’t enough; she also needed approval from his family.

Therefore, Ji Bing wanted to get her brother’s acknowledgment. She thought that even if Mo Baiyao didn't want to meet people or be bothered by them, he would still see the future wife of his younger brother.

Ji Bing hadn’t expected that she wouldn’t have a chance to meet Mo Yao before Mo Baixue sent Parker away in anger.

She couldn't even enter his house, let alone meet his family.

On the way back, Pike was muttering curses all the way. Ji Bing wasn't in a good mood either. Pike said, "Ji Bing, I feel like Ye Yan must have something wrong. He’s afraid we’ll go inside and find out who it is. I bet you anything that it's not his brother."

Ji Bing was in turmoil but didn’t dare to ask Mo Baixue directly.

What Pike said made a lot of sense—she was Bai’s girlfriend, if the person inside was indeed his brother, he should have been eager to introduce her. Since he had already proposed marriage, it would be natural for him to want her to meet his family.

Why then did Bai stop them

Was that really his brother

If so, why was he afraid of others seeing them Ji Bing couldn’t figure it out at all.

Pike kept nagging from the side, making her heart even more troubled.

The other man had no ulterior motive in saying those words. But she heard what she wanted to hear—when he was venting his frustrations, Ji Bing felt like there were deeper meanings behind them. Now hearing Bai’s phone call made her happy; after all, Bai did care about her.

But then again, she couldn’t help but wonder: Was he taking care of his brother

Could the person inside be a woman

If it were a lover, Bai would definitely worry that she’d see them.

Ji Bing was mulling over these thoughts when Mo Baixue called out to her several times. She didn’t respond until Ji Bing finally said after a while, “Oh, nothing’s wrong. I was watching a movie and lost track of time.”

"Alright then, good night."

"Bai, when can you come over and be with me"

"Let’s wait for a few more days, okay"

"…Okay." Ji Bing reluctantly hung up the phone. She pursed her lips and felt like crying. Unable to hold it in any longer, she called Pike to pour out her frustrations. Both of them were suffering but didn’t know how to resolve their issues.

Moxiao Bai didn't feel much guilt; he was fully focused on taking care of Moyer. Moyer's body still had a lot to offer, with his stamina and recovery ability intact. He had been overexerting himself in recent days, which prevented the wound from healing properly. Afterward, it gradually improved. Three days later, Moyer could get out of bed and walk around. Moxiao Bai took Moyer back to the hospital for a check-up. The results were not serious; his wounds were recovering, but he couldn't move them隨意地。重新癒合的傷口比之前慢一些，需要花費更多的時間。

Moyer wanted to return to Rome to recuperate, but Moxiao Bai firmly refused and insisted on keeping him at home. He was determined to nurse Moyer back to full health before sending him back; otherwise, his sister would beat him up. After rehabilitation, Moxiao Bai and Moyer returned home, where he still couldn't overexert himself. Moxiao Bai then went to the supermarket to buy things, so he parked the car outside and entered the store only after closing the car door. Moxiao Bai was a flashy person, naturally his car was also flashy.

It was a yellow Ferrari convertible sports car, its color being extremely bright and almost blinding others’ eyes. Although it was a convertible with an open-top design, such a glaring color on the streets would be very eye-catching.

A few escaped convicts from another state were circling around near the supermarket, planning to steal a powerful car. They set their sights on Moxiao Bai's yellow convertible sports car. Since only one person got out of the car, these three thought there was no one inside and walked over. Moyer was sleeping at that moment; he had been exhausted due to his body’s rapid energy consumption and felt very tired, so they didn’t know about him.

When they saw someone inside the car, Moxiao Bai had locked the doors, making it impossible for them to open. These three tall men noticed Moyer's pale face, which looked extremely frail, thus dark thoughts arose in their minds.

After all, at this moment, Moyer seemed harmless.

Hence, a big man seeing no one around him used his elbow to hit the glass. Almost immediately, Moyer woke up. This big man certainly didn't expect that Moxiao Bai's car was very valuable; it had bulletproof glass, which would kill someone if their hand could break it.

The glass wasn’t broken, but the person inside was awakened.

These three men felt somewhat frustrated. When they saw him awake, they decided to force entry. After a few unsuccessful attempts to break the glass, it was noon with not many people in the supermarket. It only supplied nearby villa areas and there were hardly any pedestrians on the street. They continued hitting the glass but failed to open it; meanwhile, Moyer felt uncomfortable from being shaken around so he opened the door and got out. These three men became delighted inside their hearts, thinking that this person was really cooperative; originally unable to break the glass, now he came out by himself. What a high level of awareness!

The few people looked ferocious, attempting to intimidate Moyer with sheer presence.

Although Moyer had been ill for quite some time and his face was pale, his eyes were still as sharp as an eagle's, calm like a waking American jaguar searching for prey. His gaze was keen and bloodthirsty. Those few people disregarded death and tried to push away Moyer to escape; however, they couldn't move him at all.

In their view, Moyer was just a weakling; his arm muscles were only half as thick as theirs, yet he could not be pushed around by them. Moyer grabbed the big man's wrist with his hand and twisted it behind his back, precisely kicking his lumbar vertebrae to break them, rendering him unconscious on the ground. The other two swung their metal rods towards him, but Moyer smirked coldly like a sharp blade. He took one step back, sidestepping the rod and sweeping past one of them with his foot. They came up swinging their rods again, but as soon as he flipped around, he suddenly clutched at his chest, indicating that these two saw blood from his torso, knowing he had an injury there. Instantly, their eyes became vicious; like wolves or tigers, they attacked him ferociously, aiming every blow to the chest to knock him down.

Moyer still had the strength and force to counterattack as long as he was alive.

Never underestimate a living Moyer.

No matter the current situation; even if he felt excruciating pain from his punch, within one minute, he could disarm two thugs. He threw their metal rods aside, and blood gushed out of his wound on the chest, almost dyeing it red. Yet, his eyes were as sharp as ever.

Those two strong men were terrified; they couldn't help but regret attacking him. Moyer’s chest hurt intensely, so he lightly clutched at it. In that momentary distraction, one of the large men pulled out a gun from the back waistband, and since they were escaped convicts, each had guns on them. When one drew his, the other did as well. Moyer rolled backward behind a tree to shield himself; he never went anywhere without a weapon but Moxiao Bai patted his chest saying: Boss, I'll just go for a check-up at the hospital and come back, what's the point of carrying a gun, let me take care of it.

So today, he didn't carry any weapons on him. Not even a concealed one.

The bullet had punched a row of holes in the tree, and those bullets less than one centimeter apart from each other grazed past his ear, leaving a red mark that numbed with pain. Mo Yao thought to himself: If he believed Mo Baicao again, then...

Believed him what Sigh, no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t do anything to Mo Baicao anyway, and had to believe in him.

This little bastard.

The two men fired their guns. There would definitely be police coming soon, so they didn’t dare stay any longer; instead, they carried the injured person toward the car and prepared to leave. Just then, Mo Baicao’s cheerful voice rang out, "Yo, my car was just washed yesterday. What if you guys make it dirty when climbing in... I hate mess."

No sooner had those words left his mouth than the two men pointed their guns at him to threaten him. However, before they could do anything, Mo Baicao drew out and fired two silenced bullets from his gun, killing them both. Mo Yao’s wound was splitting open again too badly for him to even move while he crouched; so, Mo Baicao ignored everything else and hurriedly picked him up, tossing the things into the car before driving home.

This really **ing sucked. How could something happen just in a moment of distraction

The wound had only healed for one day when it was ruined again; this really **ing... He turned his head and looked at Mo Yao. His face was pale from the pain, biting on his lower lip slightly, with sweat all over his forehead. It hurt badly — he knew that.

People like them had a strong ability to endure pain. But having a high tolerance for pain didn’t mean they wouldn’t feel it.

Mos Baicao carried Mo Yao upstairs and used the first aid kit to treat him; this wound was splitting open worse than ever before, given that he had punched and moved around so much, it would have been strange if it hadn’t split. Even just looking at it made Mo Baicao’s heart ache.

Mos Baicao cleaned his wounds, applied medicine and sewed them up very professionally; in no time, the wound was all treated. But Mo Yao didn’t say a word, so Mo Baicao couldn’t take it anymore and knelt down to declare his loyalty: "Boss, I’m sorry. I messed up again. Please beat me!"

Mo Yao really hurt badly and had no time to deal with Mo BaiCai; he asked him if he wanted anesthesia. Mo Yao shook his head. Anesthesia could relieve the pain for a while but wouldn’t solve any problems, so he rather suffered through it.

After showing his loyalty, Mo Baicao left to take care of destroying evidence on the computer. Nobody was around, and in Washington, cameras were everywhere like sweet potatoes in fields — there really were too many of them, especially near supermarkets; that’s why he had to destroy the evidence.

This snobby Ferrari would no longer be driven by him; truly, it used to be red but he just changed it to yellow and an accident happened. It might have been better off staying red — it was lucky. Thinking of all sorts of problems like this made him quick in destroying the evidence.

The two men were dead for sure, while the other one probably wouldn’t be able to move his lower body anymore; Mo Baicao felt no regret at all because anyone who dared lay a hand on boss should die. A bullet to end their life was already merciful enough. If not for Boss being injured, he would have made them suffer.

Mo Baicao destroyed the evidence very quickly in no time. Mo Yao hurt badly and wanted to sleep; so, Mo BaiCai’s heart felt like something had bitten it — this really wasn’t comfortable at all. Couldn’t boss at least groan

"Boss, you’re unhappy"

Boss didn’t reply; Mo Baicao was aggrieved: "I’m really sorry. You should give me at least a little sign."Wei, and others were waiting outside the emergency room. Mo Xiaobai, Mo Yao, and Mo Chen also arrived; an unexpected event disrupted the joyful atmosphere of New Year's Eve, casting a gloomy pall over...