Chapter 675

mp their feet). For these men to have expressions as though they wanted to eliminate each other over a woman seemed... inconceivable.Gu Rui looked at Han Bi and suddenly felt that the matter of "Wind...Chapter 675

Moye said, "Moyao is truly pitiful. How did he end up with such a fool." He was more concerned about another matter, "We came to eavesdrop, so why isn't there anything to hear today Is it true that there's nothing interesting going on"

The other three were puzzled by this and patiently continued their covert listening. Regarding the act of eavesdropping, they had put in a lot of effort. Ye Wei wanted to see what exactly they did at night and was very curious about some matter or another. It would be better than watching films as her son was far more aesthetically pleasing than any film could ever be. As someone with rather unconventional tastes, she bought a decorative item with a tropical theme and secretly placed it on the bookshelf along with an eavesdropping device. The camera had been installed very discreetly, making it almost impossible to spot. It turned out that Eleven was an expert at this sort of thing; after putting in much effort today, they ended up hearing such a tragic conversation.

As the hard drive was inside the decorative item, they could only hear the audio and couldn't see any videos. To view the video, they would need to wait until tomorrow when they retrieved the hard drive from it and put it in their computer. Ye Wei found this very interesting, but Moye and Moque clearly had no interest in eavesdropping; it seemed nothing was going to happen.

Moye went off with Baiye for a drink and told Eleven to call him if something good happened. Moque didn't drink either, but he felt deeply that listening to this sort of thing alongside his wife wasn't very manly. Only Eleven and Ye Wei were doing the eavesdropping; Ye Wei said, "Little White is really quite split."

"If things continue like this, I'm worried that Big Brother will be completely torn apart," Eleven remarked. Ye Wei raised an eyebrow; considering Moyao's expression, it was very likely.

Moyao had no mind for work now that Mo White had driven him to distraction. Lying behind Moyao and staring at him with wide eyes, Mo White increasingly felt as if there might be something going on between Moyao and Mo Chen. So he thought苦惱地想著自己要用什麼藉口勸墨遙彆喜歡墨晨。

Moyao swiveled his chair to face Little White and asked, "You're not sleeping but causing trouble instead"

"Big Brother, please don't be too stubborn."

Moyao took a deep breath to suppress the urge to kill, and said coolly, "If you say it one more time tonight, don't expect to sleep in my bed."

The moment she finished speaking, Ye Wei spat out, poking at Shiyi, "Boss is so cute! Oh, what a pity. This side of him could only be seen by Xiao Bai."

Shiyi was slightly conflicted. Right How come such a cute son couldn't be seen by her Moyao was her child.

Moyao also felt that the sentence she had just spoken might have been misunderstood. Mo Xiaobai looked at Moyao with innocent eyes, "Boss, this will make people misunderstand." He then put on an act of being a pure and naive teenager. Moyao rolled her eyes; it was typical of him to put on such acts.

Moyao shut down the computer and picked up a book to lean against the wall and read. It was another professional book, and Mo Xiaobai felt dizzy from looking at it. "Boss, occasionally read some novels or something like that. Don't always look at these boring books; they're so dull. Your youth is being filled with such dull things. Truly pitiful."

Moyao glanced at Xiao Bai and said coolly, "My youth has yet to begin."

Mo Xiaobai sprayed in laughter, "You're aging backward Your youth hasn't even begun"

Moyao gave him a sidelong glance, focusing on reading her book. Mo Xiaobai was a little troublemaker who knew that Moyao would not do anything to hurt him since she cared for him so much; thus, he began causing more mischief and distracting Moyao from her work as she had to deal with this mischievous child.

"You seem rather excited today. Did you eat something" Moyao asked.

Mo Xiaobai blinked his innocent eyes, "I'm always excited every day; that's what Uncle Baiye said about the poison."

Moyao felt that Ba Ye would be happy to answer this question, so he decided not to bother him with it for now. He wickedly thought to himself: "Actually, even if you小白are really in trouble, what's the problem There’s still me. I can help too." This thought made Moyao feel mischievously elated, as he had been influenced by Mo Xiaobai and developed such evil thoughts, which was not good.

Mo Xiaobai followed Moyao’s train of thought and soon stopped brooding over the topic. Moyao concluded their conversation about training: "Starting tomorrow, I’ll begin basic training with you."

"Why"

"Your body has been severely weakened for a while now. Look at your flabby muscles; after such a long period of relaxation, it's time to start rigorous training. Besides... more training will help you control your addiction better and having a good physique will make detoxification easier." Moyao explained what Ba Ye had told him earlier and decided that he would take charge of the basic training for Xiao Bai from tomorrow onwards.

Mo Xiaobai rolled around in bed, howling: "I hate it. Starting all over again. How many kilometers do I have to run"

He sounded pitifully helpless.

Moyao replied, "Without any weight, you will run thirty kilometers a day - twenty kilometers in the morning and ten in the evening. Five hundred push-ups in the morning, five hundred horse stance exercises at noon, and five hundred sit-ups in the evening... For now, that's it. After some time passes, I'll increase your load with standard weight training."

Mo Xiaobai was drenched in sweat from shock: "You're not joking You want me to run thirty kilometers a day"

"This is reasonable training difficulty and you can do it," Moyao said calmly. Mo Xiaobai inwardly thought that he could indeed manage it, but after one day of such intense training, he would probably be as exhausted as a drowned dog. This level of training was too daunting to even consider as just basic training.

"Of course, you can choose your mommy as your instructor," Mo Yue said slowly. Mo Xiaobai, who had been electrocuted and rushed over, said, "Boss, I will follow you no matter what. Thirty kilometers No problem."

Mo Yue patted him like a pet, saying, "Good boy!"

Meng Xiaobai responded with an appropriate howl and lay back down in dejection, knowing that hell had begun the next day. But no matter how tough it was, it would still be better than detoxifying from drugs; he smiled every day, but only he knew the pain and torment of detoxification. His weak body was also a result of his drug addiction making him suffer, perhaps having a healthy body would have made the detoxification process easier for him.

"Boss, what kind of drug did I get addicted to Usually after one month of detoxifying, people don't feel this miserable," Mo Xiaobai said. Mo Yue thought for a moment and replied, "Ice drugs, freshly out."

Meng Xiaobai fell silent; talking about this topic seemed heavy-hearted. Neither of them spoke much, but suddenly Mo Xiaobai hugged his pillow while lying down and said, "I really want to go back to Rome, I miss hugging my little Ji Bing... When can I go back"

A tiny arrow pierced Mo Yue's heart; last night Mo Xiaobai had said he didn't want to return, but today he was pleading to go back. Indeed, the two were different, and he knew why Mo Xiaobai wanted to return today. But he couldn't understand why Mo Xiaobai refused to return yesterday.

Rome was his home, a place that warmed one's heart deeply; after suffering physical or psychological trauma, people hoped to return to the warmth of their homes.

Meng Xiaobai curled up and prepared to sleep. Mo Yue asked, "Is detoxification very painful"

"Not really, just a few minutes, it's over quickly," Mo Xiaobai replied with a smile. "I am the invincible Xiaobai; drugs can't be difficult for me."idn’t want to let Kaka know that these injuries were incurred while protecting him; she didn't want him to feel guilty or remorseful or under pressure..."Does it hurt" His eyes filled with worry and c...