If you were not tortured too hard by a man the day before and could get up on time in the morning, you would have three meals a day, otherwise Not to mention how many meals to cook, it’s still a question of whether we can eat or not.
Every time when cooking, Luo Xi would save a piece of Jing Mohao's favorite beef and throw it to Momo.
Luo Xi was puzzled.
Their puppies all ate biscuits soaked in milk, and at most they ate a small piece of cooked pig head meat.
Momo's family is good, Jing Mohao can't eat such a big piece of raw meat in one meal, and Momo will eat it every time without leaving any crumbs.
If Jing Mohao knew that Momo had the same eating preferences as him, I wonder if he would take Momo to the hospital for a DNA test or something.
If he knew that Momo ate more than him, would he feel that the man's self-esteem had been hit again, and would be even more displeased when he saw Momo in the future, or might he get angry and disembowel Momo.
Forget it, she wouldn't tell him such a thing, and she didn't bother to talk to him.
Mo Yao Tianxia, President's Office.
Jing Mohao took the solid gold lighter from Dragons on the table and lit a cigarette.
He stared at the dark red tattoo design he had just finished hand-drawing and fell into deep thought.
"Young Master, what are your arrangements?"
Ouyang stood aside respectfully and asked for instructions.
Jing Mohao tapped the lighter in his hand on the table, thinking about the pattern on his hand and said, "Check for me a suspicious tattoo.
It's located under the neck.
The poison bag tattoo will gradually fade after the teeth are broken.
What I drew is just incomplete.
Part of it, but there’s definitely something fishy about this tattoo.”
When he saw that only a small part of the tattoo was left, it was no longer feasible to judge the identity of the other person through the meaning of the complete pattern, so he could only conduct a secret investigation for now.
Ouyang stepped forward and took a look at the pattern.
He took out a thin micro-scanner from his pocket and recorded every detail of the pattern.
He stared at the drawing in Jing Mohao's hand and said, "It's the person who is following the young master."
Jing Mohao narrowed his eyes, "Yes, his skills are average, but his plan is very thorough and his equipment is very advanced.
It deserves attention."
"Then why don't you take the pattern to Australia to identify it?"
Jing Mohao stretched out his hand to stop him, "No, just take it to Southeast Asia and check it.
Anyone who has seen this pattern will be arrested and interrogated."
Ouyang hesitated slightly, "Young Master, you suspect that the last posting incident is related to this person you are following."
"Well."
Jing Mohao analyzed rationally, "Reporting is the ultimate purpose of tracking.
They have the same motive.
They can basically be the same group of people.
The people who are following are dead and there is no evidence.
Let's start with this tattoo.
In addition, we will investigate the post.
I can’t stop my investigation, I’ll find a way to break into their system.”
"Yes, we will try our best" Ouyang's face was determined.
As long as there was a force that could threaten the safety of the young master, no matter how powerful and unshakable it was, he would spare no effort to eradicate it for Jing Mohao.
Jing Mohao's expression remained serious, and he stretched out his hand to remind, "Remember, the operation must be carried out secretly to avoid alerting the enemy."
Ouyang nodded solemnly, "Understood."
"President."
A soft female voice came from the door, interrupting the conversation between the two.
Jing Mohao winked at Ouyang, and Ouyang quickly walked to the window, hooked his hands on the window frame, used his arms to climb up the outer wall of the building, and quickly climbed onto the roof
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