Dressed As the Younger Brother of Four Pet Sisters and Crazy Demons

The man crossed his legs, held a newspaper in his hand, and the coffee in his hand was steaming. He heard footsteps behind him, and he turned his head slowly.

"Tsk, what a coincidence."

Li Qinian: "..."

It seemed that the amount of hatred L held in his heart far exceeded her expectations after traveling thousands of miles back to China overnight to arrest him.

"What are you doing here? Didn't you see the sign at the door?" Li Qinian sat down at the dining table.

Mentioning the sign at the door, Mo Wanggui's face darkened for a moment.

[Don't forget to return and dogs are not allowed to enter]

I don't know which one is so desperate, but I actually wrote a sign and hung it at the gate.

"Brother, brother, good morning."

Li Qinian greeted the two people across the table, but ignored Mo Wanggui.

Mo Wanggui put down the newspaper indifferently, walked from the sofa to the dining table and sat down, which happened to be opposite to Li Qinian, his lazy fox eyes narrowed slightly:

"Little bastard, I almost died. You are my brother in name anyway, so you don't worry about me at all?"

Li Qinian drank the milk perfunctorily: "Oh, I'm still quite worried."

Mo Wanggui raised his eyebrows, waiting for her answer.

Li Qinian put down the cup in her hand, the white milk smeared around her mouth, she looked a little dazed:

"I'm worried that you will die too early to make a will."

Mo Wanggui: "..."

"There's something in your mouth."

Jiang Jue took out a tissue, stretched out his hand to wipe Li Qinian's mouth gently, and did not give Li Qinian a chance to do it himself.

Li Qinian's brother Mo Wanggui's arrogance flashed, looking at the porcelain-like back of her hand, her long eyelashes trembled.

It seems a bit strange for a big man to wipe his mouth for a big man?

"Bro, I'll do it myself."

Li Qinian wanted to take the tissue in his hand, but accidentally held it together with his fingertips, and the warm body temperature came from the palm of his hand.

Jiang Wang didn't move his hands, just looked at her quietly, a pair of dark eyes like ink flashed a dim light.

In the eyes of Mo Wanggui and Li Jin, the two of them treated each other like no one else, it was quite dazzling.

"Give me a piece of paper, thank you." Li Jin spoke first.

Li Qinian let go of Jiang Lu's fingertips, and gave Li Jin a tissue.

Seeing this, Mo Wanggui followed suit with a frivolous smile: "I want to too, thank you."

"Don't you have hands yourself?"

Li Qinian replied unceremoniously, and did not move, and had no intention of drawing paper for him.

Mo Wanggui: "..."

He didn't think there was anything at first, but once there was a comparison, the sense of gap in his heart came out.

He casually picked up a piece of toast on the table, tore it randomly with his slender five fingers, stared at Li Qinian, and suddenly asked:

"How many people are there in your base?"

Li Qinian's heart sank, but his face was calm: "You have to ask my brother about this kind of thing."

Mo Wanggui turned to look at Li Jin, waiting for his answer.

Li Jin wiped his mouth gracefully: "Not many, including trainees and staff, a total of 25."

"That's not much..."

Mo Wanggui raised the corner of his mouth and cut straight to the point, "Is there a list of personnel, I want to see it?"

Li Qinian lowered his eyes secretly, lowered his head and drank the porridge in the bowl, pretending to be indifferent.

"No."

Li Jin gave him an answer.

"What about the monitoring room in the base?" Mo Wanggui obviously didn't intend to let it go.

Li Jin raised his eyes and shot at him, and said bluntly, "What do you want to do?"

Mo Wanggui shrugged casually: "Catch a little mouse."