Chapter 674

ere were no signs of injury. However, shortly after lying down, she felt severe abdominal pain. Ye Wei was shocked and had her taken to a medical room that had been prepared just in case.Fortunately,...Chapter 674

Moyao released a breath he didn't show on the surface. His Little White had come, although two hours later than expected, he still felt happy. Moyao's happiness was sometimes quite exceptional; his poker face never revealed whether he was truly happy or not. Little White had already changed into pajamas and climbed under the blankets without hesitation. Ye Wei’s words today had a slight impact on him. When Moyao said that he liked men, and Ye Wei kept teasing him like this, Little White felt somewhat apprehensive. If his boss liked men, someone as exceptionally handsome and particularly effeminate as himself would definitely be able to pique his interest. However, upon further thought, Little White realized: Yes, he and Moyao were very close, almost like blood brothers, so after two hours of internal struggle in the freezing cold room, he finally came over.

His reason was that his pillow was still at Moyao's place. When he arrived, Moyao didn't even give him a glance but continued working. Little White thought: Yes, my boss is really not interested in me. Thus, Little White started rolling happily under the covers, listening to music, feeling very content. He felt like he hadn’t affected Moyao at all; Moyao should be someone who wouldn't be swayed even if the world were collapsing.

In his heart, Moyao was a god-like existence.

Moyao didn't turn around but felt extremely reassured because he knew Little White was behind him. After experiencing withdrawal symptoms during the day, he would always sleep for a while and get plenty of rest, which meant he had lots of energy at night. Also, after doing it several times yesterday and sleeping well, he felt very happy. He even hummed his little tune as he smiled and shook his head. This kid really gets under my skin; how can he be so cheerful all the time Knowing that I have a drug addiction and struggle with detox every day, yet still remembers details and smiles happily.

How could one not feel affection towards him

Moyao generally didn't care much about Little White. He was busy almost never leaving his computer; the Mafia Information System had been attacked, and anti-terrorism efforts hadn't let up either, so Wu Shuang, Moyu, and he were all very busy recently. With North American affairs to deal with, he couldn’t focus solely on taking care of Little White. After regaining his memory, Little White would stick to him happily, but if he didn't remember anything, he'd be happy playing by himself and wouldn't need much attention.

Little White hummed a tune; when bored, he talked to Moyao. Moyao said, "I'm busy, so you should take care of your North American business."

"My hand hurts," Little White made an excuse. He was locked up for detoxification and had great strength, so the wound on his wrist would split open every day; it wasn't a big deal to him, but he didn’t want to think.

Moyao knew perfectly well that this was just an excuse of Little White's and chose not to call him out on it.

After rolling around for a while, Little White hugged the bedsheet and got up, asking Moyao mischievously, "Boss, you said you like men. Is it true or false"

"Why do you ask"

"Just curious." Said Little White as he stepped out of bed naked, the room carpeted; he sat on a white sofa beside the desk and looked directly at Moyao, asking, "Is it true"

Moyao's eyes didn't move from the computer screen where he was typing and issuing orders; he just nodded. Little White got excited despite feeling uncomfortable and unhappy inside, with his excitement taking over.

"Who is it Do I know them" Mo Xiaobai asked. Mo Yao replied, "I know."

Mo Xiaobai looked up at the ceiling and muttered to himself. The boss knows a lot of people since he often deals with the underworld; there are many young talents who know him too. Using the process of elimination, Mo Xiaobai couldn’t figure out whom Mo Yao was referring to, so he started to feel puzzled. "Boss, did I forget something Why can't I connect the dots"

Mo Yao knew that his memory was messed up and said lightly, "You're usually in North America while I'm in Rome; we don’t see each other often throughout the year, so how could you possibly have memories of me."

"That's true." Mo Xiaobai continued to wonder aloud. "But why do I always stay in North America and not come home I've raised many roses..." He was still confused. Mo Yao asked, "So why don't you like coming back home"

Because he was at home; Xiao Bai had deliberately avoided him for a few years.

"Boss, I can’t remember who it is. Tell me, whom do you like" Mo Xiaobai asked. Mo Yao remained silent and didn't answer.

"Brother... tell me," Mo Xiaobai said.

Mo Yao raised an eyebrow to look at him; Mo Xiaobai smiled brightly and flattered him, but then he averted his gaze and said lightly, "Think for yourself."

"I can’t remember."

"Keep thinking."

"You're so stingy. Who would like someone as aloof as you" Mo Xiaobai expressed his opinion sincerely. Mo Yao paused for a moment and nodded, "Right, who would want to be with someone like me"

Mo Xiaobai tilted his head; still unable to figure it out, he patted the boss's shoulder. "Boss, no matter whom you like, I'll support you."

Hmm, that’s what being a brother is about—supporting your older brother. Mo Xiaobai clenched his fist, nodding in agreement.

Moyao held back a smile at the corner of his lips and suddenly had an idea to tease Bai E: "If I liked you, would you support me"

Bai E was then wrapped in a bedsheet, holding his treasured game console, about to play. Hearing this sudden question, tanks in the game started rumbling with bombing sounds, and he died; Bai E got angry and didn't care about the shocking nature of the question but instead cared about his game: "Ah ah ah! Boss, I hate you! My level dropped, I was instantly bombed upon entering the scene. You can't do this to me, it took me two days to level up..."

Moyao turned away with a twitching face and continued working.

Bai E paused the game, tilted his head as if seriously thinking about Moyao's question: "If Boss likes me... oh my, I feel like you wouldn't actually like me."

"Why" Ba Ye asked. This was the real Bai E, so he had a chance to ask the question that had been bothering him for years.

"I'm your brother," Moyao Bai replied matter-of-factly.

"Who cares." Moyao snorted coldly; Moyao Bai tilted his head and thought: "Of course not. Anyway, you're my older brother, so it's impossible."

Moyao was speechless; this was the reason Bai E had always been resistant towards him

"What if I weren't your older brother"

"Boss, aren't you trying to make things difficult for me You're clearly my older brother, how can you ask such a question," Moyao Bai said. Such an assumption was impossible to answer; Moyao sighed. Bai E's way of thinking was truly deeply rooted.

“If I weren’t your brother, would you be bothered if I liked you” Moyao asked.

Moyao Bai pondered for a moment and said, "Probably not."

"Then would you accept me" Moyao asked.

Moxiao was puzzled and distressed, "But I already have Jibing."

"Let's just consider it's only the two of us, without a third person," Moyao emphasized. He urgently wanted to know what Xiao had been thinking about all these years. Xiao hesitated slightly before shaking his head.

Moyao suppressed his discomfort and asked, "Why"

"I think... you don't need me. You are very special and powerful in my heart; nothing can trouble you no matter what happens. I feel like you should have a kind wife by your side, raising some children—that would be more fitting." Xiao spoke gloomily, wondering why he felt somewhat unhappy when talking about this subject. He didn't seem to want to say these words but still did so despite the resistance.

Moyao pursed his lips; it seemed that they had come full circle with their problems. Perhaps it was indeed how he loved Xiao that caused him to distort their relationship.

Xiao suddenly cried out in surprise, staring at Moyao as if everything made sense now. Moyao panicked inwardly and thought, Oh no! Did I let something slip Moxiao jumped up abruptly, pointing at Moyao and saying, "You like... it turns out you like..."

Moyao felt disoriented; the thought of Xiao knowing his feelings in this situation terrified him. They could not even handle being together like this anymore. He was depressed and despondent, feeling that he had ruined everything yet again.

"Ah, big bro, it turns out you like little brother" Moxiao said with a surprised mouth agape as he rushed to his side. "Big bro, you can't like little brother; little brother already has someone special in his heart, so liking him won’t work."

"Eh Why would you like little brother Anyway, little brother is pretty good—good-looking and well-built. He's also your blood brother, growing up together..." Xiao muttered to himself while deducing why Moyao liked the little brother. Moyao's veins throbbed with frustration; he yelled furiously, "Go to sleep!"

"Big bro, why would you like little brother" Moxiao howled.

"I don't have feelings for Mochen!" Moyao ground his teeth as he almost spat out each word. Moxiao was confused, "If you don’t like Mochen, then why did you ask me so many strange questions"

The curious child's questions were endless. Moyao made use of his advantage of being silent and let Xiao speculate further about a potential affair between him and Mochen. Then he thought again that Moyao and Mochen didn’t match together, so it was better not to like him.

Moyao felt that dealing with Moxiao was testing his patience; otherwise, he might have strangled him by now.till dare to lie Mixing it up with a man until past one in the morning, and a stranger at that, drunk as well. Chen Xueru, are you really so desperate for men If you're lacking in that area, I can sat...