roccoschili Chapter 510 Guardian ABO (61)
Chapter 510 Guardian ABO (61)
The next day
Rong Mo got up from the bed, feeling dizzy and swollen. The atmosphere last night was so good that he and Xiu Jin drank a lot.
I don't know how I got back to bed.
Blinking his eyes and opening his eyelids, he was the only one in the bedroom.
"Stop looking, Xiu Jin went to the company for a meeting." The white dumpling flew up from the low sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and floated in front of him.
Rong Mo's throat was dry and he felt very uncomfortable. He went down to the ground and got himself a glass of warm water to feel better.
"what time is it?"
"One p.m…"
"Afternoon?" Rong Mo almost choked on the water, and the image of Xiu Jin calling him flashed in his mind.
"Xiu Jin left at eight o'clock. I called you before leaving. He slept like a pig."
"Who are you calling a pig?" Rong Mo grabbed the white dumpling and kneaded it crazily.
"Uh-huh, I was wrong, stop rubbing it!"
The little tortoise kicked him with her little paws, tears falling in clusters, looking very funny.
Rong Mo let go of his hand, picked up the phone next to the pillow and looked at it.
Did Yang Zhenhai contact him?
If you can't tell the difference between people, how can you still talk to him?
Rong Mo clicked in and smiled...
"Hey, isn't this the one who seeks death?"
Bai Tuanzi was curious and approached him. Yang Zhenhai's way of speaking was a bit strange, "Is this Yang Fan?"
"Hmm," Bai Tuanzi could tell. Did Yang Fan think of him as a fool?Rong Mo smiled disdainfully and turned off the screen.
"Why does it want to ask you out in the name of Yang Zhenhai?"
Bai Tuanzi followed behind, watching him wash up and change into a white silk shirt.
The whole image is of a cold and aristocratic family.
"Are you still dressing up?" Bai Tuanzi was already able to withstand the host's beauty attack.
No matter how beautiful she looks, Rong Mo can always achieve success in one second.
"Appearance is a bonus, it will make people think I am more pitiful." Rong Mo fiddled with the bangs on his forehead, truly doing it, every hair has its proper place.
Bai Tuanzi had a black streak on his head and hehehe.
See, the filter doesn’t stick at all.
Rong Mo did not drive the car Xiu Jin gave him, but chose a relatively low-key white Porsche in the garage.
It goes well with his outfit today.
The address Yang Fan gave him was also in a prosperous high-end residential area.
Rong Mo glanced at the location sent by his cell phone and smiled coldly, "You are brave enough."
"Gah? What's wrong?" Bai Tuanzi lay on the back of the chair and stared at Rong Mo Qingjun's side face.
"Does the Taylor Group insist on intervening and going against me?"
Yang Fan couldn't afford to live in a house in this location.
Yang Zhenhai was an extremely selfish person. He did not leave any personal property to Tong Ya and Yang Fan.
If Tong Ya sold her jewelry, she could afford to live there, but he didn't receive any sales news.
Therefore, it is only possible that Qin Jiale is still helping Yang Fan.
"Dad, Qin Jiale's parents have left Canaan City. The problem between them has been resolved."
It has been keeping an eye on Qin's father and Qin's mother's movements. It cannot make mistakes. "Is this child unattended and stuck with Yang Fan?"
Rong Mo didn't say anything. It wasn't obvious and there was nothing surprising.
Yang Fan is the son of luck, the chosen one. It is normal for him to hook up with anyone. Even if there is no Qin Jiale, there will be mistresses and mistresses.
The car parked at the entrance of a high-end community, and the security guard just looked at him and opened the gate to let him through.
"The person who came here is not a good person," Rong Mo said lightly and stepped on the accelerator.
After finding the unit door, he sent a message to Yang Zhenhai that it had arrived, opened the door and walked out.
Taking the elevator upstairs, the door to the room in front of me was ajar, obviously intentionally left open for him.
Rong Mo stepped in and Yang Fan stood in the living room with a smile on his face. At his feet, there was a painting covered with a quilt.
"Why is it you?" He deliberately showed shock and secretly ordered Bai Tuanzi in the sea of consciousness, "Go and see if there is any video equipment."
"Okay host!" Bai Tuanzi turned into a radar and scanned the room.
Seeing Rong Mo's aristocratic temperament, Yang Fan's eyes quickly flashed with jealousy, then quickly returned to calm.
"Brother, is there any misunderstanding between us?"
Rong Mo raised his eyebrows. He and Yang Fan were not in a good relationship.
The door not far away cracked open, revealing a pair of eyes that didn't look very smart.
Oh ~
Are you acting for him?
So how could he not cooperate?
Rong Mo raised his hand and pushed Yang Fan away without any politeness. He used force and pushed Yang Fan to the ground.
Yang Fan really wanted to stimulate Rong Mo to go crazy so that Qin Jiale could film it and spread the word again.
But I didn’t expect Rong Mo to take the bait so easily.
After regaining consciousness, Yang Fan squeezed out tears and sat on the ground looking at Rong Mo pitifully, "Brother, did I do something wrong? My mother and I have been thinking about you."
Before he finished speaking, Rong Mo walked straight to the bedroom, pushed open the door, and Qin Jiale let out an ouch when he hit it.
“There’s no need to act in the drama.”
Qin Jiale covered his forehead, gritted his teeth and stood up. The moment he saw Rong Mo's face, his expression froze for a moment.
Upon seeing this, Yang Fan quickly rushed over and hugged Qin Jiale's arm, "Brother, how can you hit someone? Brother Jiale came with me. If you are angry, just take it out on me."
He stood in front of Qin Jiale, although he was petite but so determined.
Qin Jiale, who had been amazed by Rong Mo's appearance just now, felt extremely guilty.
Looking at Rong Mo again, he could only feel disgust, "Fanfan is also your brother after all. Young Master Rong comes from a famous family. I didn't expect him to be so uneducated."
"The host is so big, the only recording device is the mobile phone in Qin Jiale's hand." Bai Tuanzi's voice appeared in the sea of consciousness.
Rong Mo didn't know whether to laugh or cry. In the mental hospital, he felt that Yang Fan was not simple and he was really a fool.
This is a poor guy who can't move without a man.
For those mission targets in the past, no matter what their behavior was, as long as they relied on themselves, he would respect them.
I'm looking at whether this child, who is also a White Lotus, can imitate Su Jun.
The two little people on his head were excited again, and his emotions were at the breaking point.
The hatred engraved in his bones made Rong Mo's eyes become colder and colder.
He didn't come here to play with Yang Fanbiao, "You two, I'm not interested in watching the show."
Rong Mo smiled softly, his noble white clothes could not conceal his violent aura.
The pupils were gradually replaced by blood, becoming as transparent as crystal soaked in blood.
The two of them froze in place, as if there were invisible hands all around them that held them in place, unable to move.
With this momentum, he believed that Rong Mo was a top Alpha, but he couldn't give in in front of his lover. Qin Jiale stood in front of Yang Fan, "I didn't suppress you because I wanted to give Xiu Jin face. There is a limit to my tolerance."
There were a group of people who were tough on words but timid in taking action. As they spoke, they protected Yang Fan and backed away.
Growing up under the whipping of Qin's mother, he has a special sense of dangerous things.
Rong Mo gave him a very dangerous feeling.
Facing Rong Mo, he simply couldn't muster the courage to use pheromones to suppress him.
Boldly looking into Rong Mo's dim and unclear eyes, Qin Jiale gritted his teeth, "You...don't come over! I won't be polite if you come over!"
Yang Fan couldn't stand it anymore. This trash was not strong enough for him to bear.
Rong Mo pressed forward step by step, and Qin Jiale kept retreating until Yang Fan fell onto the bed with an ouch.
There was a sneer in his ears, and he raised his eyes to look at the man who was smiling like an elf, with a panic on his face.
He was ruthless and released pheromones to shock Rong Mo.
The other party was not affected at all?
Rong Mo felt that he was just like a silly monkey in the circus.
I have lived so long that I find these stupid tricks cute.
"Hey, let me give you a piece of advice." Rong Mo looked at Qin Jiale with a smile and pursed his lips, "Don't put yourself in a negotiating position until you have the ability."
Before Qin Jiale could react after saying this, he was pulled by his wrists and kneeled on the ground with pain in his leg sockets.
Yang Fan was shocked by his fighting prowess, "Do you know martial arts?"
Rong Mo looked down at Yang Fan and said with a faint smile: "There are many things you don't know about my brother."
"Don't come over, we will call the police!" Yang Fan leaned back.
"I don't mind if you want to surrender." As Rong Mo spoke, he looked sideways at Qin Jiale, who was hissing on the ground.
"Surrender?"
"Yeah?" Rong Mo smiled brightly, a dark light flashing in his eyes, "You kidnapped me."
"What?" Yang Fan froze on the spot, his head knotted.
kidnapping?
Did he kidnap Rong Mo?
Before he could react, he saw Rong Mo taking out his phone and swiping to the interface where he was talking to Yang Zhenhai, "Didn't you use your father to lure me here?"
"That's because I don't have your contact information!" Yang Fan stood up and stared at Rong Mo fiercely. At this moment, he no longer cared about his little white flower personality.
Rong Mo didn't care about that, it wasn't a matter of his talking.
He pointed to the painting lying on the ground and asked: "Isn't this my mother's last work?"
What allowed Yang Fan to get it here mysteriously must be something very important to him.
When Yang Fan came to Rong's house, he snatched a painting from the original owner, which was made in front of the original owner's mother. This was the only thing he could bring to negotiate with him at the moment.
Yang Fan opened his eyes and his heart accelerated for no reason.
He finally realized that the Rong Mo in front of him was completely different from the madman in his memory who would lose his mind after just a few words.
Even when he mentioned the mother he cared about most, Rong Mo's expression remained as indifferent as usual, as if he was listening to a stranger.
On the contrary, Rong Mo is in a very bad situation now, with his fingertips digging into his flesh.
The two little figures above his head almost roared in his ears: "Go get mom's things back and kill this bitch!"
"Go away, I'm going to burn that painting!"
The little angel and the little devil shut up at the same time and stared at Rong Mo fiercely.
Neuropathy
Rong Mo cursed in his heart and vented his anger on Yang Fan, "Let me teach you how to play adult games."
Yang Fan was confused as he watched Rong Mo walk towards Qin Jiale, who was curled up and rolling around.
Pulling Qin Jiale up from the ground effortlessly.
"What are you doing?"
Qin Jiale was slapped as soon as he finished speaking. He covered his face in disbelief and watched Rong Mo take out his mobile phone from his pocket with an expressionless face.
After some fiddling, I grabbed his hand...
The knuckles on my wrists were bone-chillingly cold, spreading along my skin and throughout my body.
Rong Mo's body temperature was as low as that of a dead man. Qin Jiale's eyes widened, "I am the heir to the Taylor Group. If you kill me, Xiu Jin, I won't be able to protect you!"
He tried to threaten Rong Mo.
However, it was of no use at all. People didn't even bother to look at him. Just when he thought he was going to be violently persecuted, he felt a warmth on his palm.
When he opened his eyes, Rong Mo put his hand on his neck.
what does this mean?