Mo Yichen half-squinted his proud eyes, and before he even opened his mouth to educate, the people around him had already felt the invisible pressure on him.
Mo Yize felt a little unable to catch his breath, but he still stubbornly ignored his elder brother, his clear eyes filled with a sense of grievance.
He knows Qin Yin.
Three years ago, maybe even earlier.
This Qin Yin is the girl in the photo in the eldest brother's drawer.
And she was a transfer student from the dance class next door to his hobby cram school. He remembered that she studied classical dance.
At just 16 years old, she already has an elegant temperament, a slim waist, a long neck, a slender face, and a somewhat magnificent and rich appearance.
Qin Yin was so beautiful at that time that the second-generation young men in her hip-hop hobby class wanted to chat with her many times.
But there is always a tall, thin young man in black guarding Qin Yin.
His face was a little fierce, and he had a ruffian air.
It didn't match Qin Yin's sweet and fair appearance at all, and he would personally pick up and drop off Qin Yin every time, so that no one dared to approach Qin Yin easily.
That's when.
He found that his eldest brother, who never bothered to look at him, would personally pick him up and drop him off at interest classes whenever he had something to do.
At first he was silly and happy.
I feel that my eldest brother has begun to pay attention to his own education. Learning hip-hop during that time was very exciting.
But soon, he became suspicious.
Every time, Mo Yichen would deliberately pass by the class next door. Occasionally, he would look in from the door of the classical dance practice room with a calm gaze.
His eyes gradually became obsessed.
When he came out to release the water, he quietly followed her into the dance practice room.
I saw Qin Yin, tall and slender, with muscles as white as snow. She was wearing a white skirt that swayed with her movements.
She stood under the lights and danced solo.
The dancing posture is light and agile, the body is as light as a swallow, the body is as soft as clouds, and the arms are as soft as boneless. Suddenly, the water sleeves are flung open, and the sleeves of the skirt are dancing, as if there are countless petals floating in the sky.
Pure face, white shirt, blue silk dyed with ink.
The whole person is like a flower separated by mist, hazy and misty...
At that moment, even his soul couldn't help but be pulled away.
It took him a while to come back to his senses, and he was about to look at Mo Yichen accusingly, but he saw that his pure, cold and arrogant look seemed to be shattered at that moment.
I wasn't surprised to see him around. I glanced at him and rarely reached out to touch his head, with a low voice:
"Growing taller."
"But still too young."
Mo Yichen's eyes seemed to be suppressing something, and he adjusted his sleeves gracefully. The gloom in his eyes seemed to be so thick that it would suffocate him.
He still has to be a human being!
Finally, he pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, his Adam's apple rolled up, leaving him with a lofty back.
"Brother, I'm not young!"
"I'm 16 years old and in my first year of high school."
As if to prove something, Mo Yize shouted at the young man's tall back.
Angry and unhappy.
At that time, Mo Yichen was 23 years old. He had just graduated from college and was already a living king of hell who was feared in the shopping mall. He had the face of a proud and proud young man but ruthlessly killed others.
That time, Mo Yichen didn't look back.
Unexpectedly, he didn't see a little head sticking out from behind Mo Yize. The little girl had loose black hair and a thin layer of red on her cheeks as if she had just finished dancing.
The white skirt made her look lonely.
She tilted her head and looked at the angry posture of young Mo Yize, poked his back gently, looked at Mo Yichen's leaving back and said suspiciously:
"Classmate, is the eldest brother standing here just now a friend of Qin Mo?"
"My brother has something to do today and asked his friend to pick him up..."
Qin Yin was about to continue asking.
A call came from behind: "Xiaoyin! Qin Mo has something to do today, let me pick you up."
It's Pei Jingci.
Mo Yize didn't know him, but looking at his polite and gentle manner, he felt a little uncomfortable for some reason.
Suddenly, his mind changed.
He stretched out his hand to Qin Yin and said to her: "I'm from the street dance class next door. My name is Aze!"
"I want to transfer to another class. Does your classical dance class accept boys?"
"I have something urgent now, please add your contact information."
He had long known from his friends that Qin Yin was the dance teacher's assistant.
Deliberately tricked.
Sure enough, Qin Yin gave him a series of phone numbers.
Unfortunately, he changed hands later and gave the number to his brother. When he called, he found out that it was Qin Yin's brother - Qin Mo.
Two grown men were sitting on the sofa, staring at their phones and being scolded for half an hour...
Thinking of this, Mo Yize felt embarrassed.
However, this was the first time he saw a look of embarrassment on Mo Yichen's face.
So I returned to China this time.
He was not surprised when he heard that his sister-in-law's name was Qin Yin.
Some people have been planning for too long, and it’s time to finally get what they want.
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Mo Yichen ignored Mo Yize's pretentious thoughts, and his eyes fell casually on the man who was still swimming up and down in the cold lake, with a light and cold mockery in his eyes.
Seeing this, the housekeeper hurried forward: "Young Master, this Mr. Jun has been soaking in the cold lake for almost half an hour, and he seems to be running out of energy..."
After all, we are in the Imperial Garden.
We can't really let the little madam's brother drown.
The housekeeper is reminding them that things must be done to the end.
Second Young Master Mo put his hands on his hips and rolled his eyes: "Since he likes digging into big treasury so much, he deserves to be drowned."
"..." The housekeeper was silent, not daring to beep easily.
Mo Yichen's gaze was far-reaching, and his arrogant eyes were half-raised: "Then before you drown, lift the person up."
"..." Butler: Oh, this is really a difficult job.
However, as the first professional general manager of the Royal Garden.
He still nodded respectfully: "Okay, young master."
In the cold lake.
Jun Sixuan was groping in the cold deep water completely by instinct, and his face and body were cut bit by bit by rough water plants.
But he seemed to have long since lost his feeling of pain.
Every time he swam up to the surface to take a breath, he would look expectantly at the shore, looking for a trace of Xiaoyin among the strange figures.
But as his physical strength became exhausted.
What he could see became increasingly blurry.
Consciousness was also losing little by little, and the bloodshot eyes under his eyes were getting tighter and tighter, as if they were going to burst.
Surfaced for the last time.
He choked hard on his water.
He noticed that there were many bodyguards around him, but none of them came close, as if they were waiting to save him when he was completely out of strength.
He ignored them.
Finally, I held my breath and dived into the water.
This time, for a long, long time... no one saw any signs of him resurfacing.
The housekeeper secretly thought it was not good and quickly ordered: "Hurry, hurry, hurry! Mr. Jun is dying, help people, help people!"
The bodyguards, who had been soaking in the water for a long time, dived into the water with ease and began to salvage.
Sure enough, Jun Sixuan was seen at the bottom of the water, his ankles entangled with water plants, and he was sinking little by little.
They quickly dived in, cooperated professionally and tacitly, and brought Jun Sixuan back from the dead with great efficiency.
Jun Sixuan was thrown on the tea pavilion. The doctor who had been waiting on the shore early in the morning quickly came up to give him first aid.
After a cardiopulmonary resuscitation.
His chest rose and fell heavily, and then he spurted out a mouthful of water.
The people around him spread out, giving him room to breathe.
Jun Sixuan collapsed weakly on the ground of the tea pavilion. His slightly moving lips looked pale and bloodless, but he was still breathing hard.
A hoarse sound came from his rolling throat, and the words he spat out were weak and confusing, making it difficult to distinguish.
Mo Yize is a curious baby.
At this moment, he broke through the crowd and came up to him, slapped him on the chest, came close to Jun Sixuan's weak and trembling lips, and asked with a serious face: "Say it."
"Where is the key to the vault?"
"..." Everyone:...
But Jun Sixuan was no longer conscious, and did not hear Mo Yize's words clearly. Instead, he became more and more anxious, and his expression became desperate and helpless: "Xiao...Xiaoyin, I found..."
He was too weak and his voice became smaller and smaller.
Mo Yize pressed almost his whole body against it before he heard him say "Found it".
Upon hearing this, Second Young Master Mo slapped his thigh and said in surprise: "Haha, you kid is really immoral!"
"Quickly, hand it over and take a look."
Jun Sixuan felt as if his eyes were covered with a layer of mist. In front of him was the gentle and kind-hearted Xiaoyin anxiously trying to save him, and a smile finally appeared in his eyes.
Clenched tightly in the palm of the hand, the hand that scratched the skin without any pain slowly opened.
As if offering a treasure, he held a broken corner of the patched piece of blood jade in front of Mo Yize's eyes, and his mouth opened involuntarily: "Look, it belongs to... belongs to Xiaoyin!"
Mo Yize saw that what he was holding up was actually a piece of broken blood jade. He frowned, patted down the arm that was supporting him and held it in front of his eyes, and said angrily: "That's not it!"
"It's the key to the big vault!"
Jun Sixuan was so stimulated that he could see the face of the person in front of him clearly.
It was a handsome but unfamiliar face.
Not Qin Yin! !
At this moment, he had to admit that Xiaoyin really didn't care about him anymore. He closed his eyes tiredly, his face showing a layer of deathly gray.
Mo Yize saw that his hand loosened and he completely lost consciousness.
He shrank back in fear and was about to pounce on Mo Yichen: "Ah, brother... I didn't kill him."
"People are afraid."
Mo Yichen narrowed his eyes: "If you act like a spoiled child again, you will go abroad to stay for three years!"
