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trellis, dappling his face with warmth like scattered gold. Looking into those warm eyes, the trellis cast thousands of threads of light, dancing in the dust motes as if imbued with countless shades...Everything Xiaobai did was beautiful, but he would always let Mo Chen check it again, afraid of any mistakes. Although it was perfect every time, he was used to it. After all, Xiaobai had a face that made people uneasy. Both Wu Duo and Mo Chen were like this; they were all for Xiaobai's good, with good intentions. However...

Mo Yao sighed.

He didn't not trust Xiaobai, truly, he didn't. It was probably just a long-standing habit that had caused a knot between them.

Xiaobai is diligent and intelligent, but no matter how hard he works or how smart he is, he's still like a younger brother in front of them. He needs their protection. They always want to be good to him, so he can do whatever he wants without worry.

It's their spoiling that made Xiaobai so carefree and irresponsible today.

Mo Xiaobai was cooking in the kitchen. When he saw Mo Yao pick up her phone, he knew she was going to call Mo Chen to handle the aftermath and see if he had left any clues today.

Mò Xiǎobái stood dumbfounded in the kitchen. Why Why couldn't he believe me Why wasn't I good enough

Bro, why don't I measure up

Why, no matter how well I do, can't I get your affirmation, your praise Why are you always distrustful of me, afraid that I will ruin your affairs

Mo Xiaobai was preoccupied with thoughts. He stood with his back to Mo Yao, and in a place where Mo Yao couldn't see him, Xiaobai wore a sorrowful expression. He looked like a stray dog abandoned on the roadside, his eyes filled with grievance. He was so unwilling to accept this, he really wanted to rush out and tell Mo Yao, "Boss, I'm done, truly done. Don't worry, you don't have to worry at all."

But he held back his steps. After a long time, he didn't hear Mo Yao's voice. Mo Xiaobai turned his head back, and Mo Yao was looking at a magazine as if nothing had happened. Mo Xiaobai's eyes lit up, he hurriedly walked over, squatted beside Mo Yao, wagged his tail, showing the most fawning expression, "Big Boss..."

Mo Yao was used to seeing this expression on him, and no matter how she looked at it, she found it adorable. It was just like the sheepdog that Chu Chu raised, always showing those doe-like eyes. No matter how she looked at it, they were like two purple grapes embedded in his swollen eyelids, beautiful and radiant.

He really wanted to kick him, just like he kicked Chuchu's sheepdog. Xiao Bai smiled innocently and put on a pitiful expression. He so badly wanted to cheer, "Big boss, are you acknowledging me now"

That's about it, that's about it.

Mo Yao had a hint of sourness. Such an airheaded white was rare.

"Go make dinner, or are you trying to starve me to death"

He was as cold and hard-mouthed as ever, but Mo Xiaobai was so excited that he almost jumped up to kiss him. He skipped happily to the kitchen to start cooking. Mo Yao watched his busy back and thought to himself, "He has to believe in Xiaobai."

Actually, during the time he trusted people most, there was also Xiaobai.

"Xiao Bai, actually, I believe in you." Mo Yao felt he needed to say something, but he knew Xiao Bai was proud. If he hit his sore spot, it would make him unhappy.

He hesitated, unsure how to continue. He had never been good with words; the Mafia's diplomacy was almost always handled by Mo Chen and Mo Xiaobai. It was the first time he realized that being unable to speak eloquently was a serious flaw.

Mo Xiaobai seemed to understand what his boss meant. He stood in the kitchen, wearing an apron, but his eyes were bright and lively. His peach blossom eyes, slightly raised, seemed like shattered starlight. "Boss, I believe in you too. Even if you pointed a gun at me and fired, I would believe to my death that it was just an accidental discharge."

He stared intently at Mo Xiaobai, feeling a resonance deep within him. A surge of hot blood coursed through his veins. Mo Xiaobai uttered the words buried deepest in his heart. Indeed, this was faith. Even if you were to kill me, even if bullets pierced my chest, I would believe that it was just an accidental discharge, not your true intention to harm me. This was a trust so profound that I would entrust my life to it.

At that moment, Xiaobai's ingrained image of him seemed to slowly shift. He had always seen the soft younger brother as someone who had been burned by passion, his gentle blood replaced by hardened steel and bone, standing firm and resolute.

Little White's heart felt light, Mo Yao's affirmation swept away his long-held resentment and the gloom in his heart. He became radiant and sunny, this radiance wasn't a deliberate pretense, but a genuine joy that radiated from every pore.

However, he didn't know that Mo Yao had formed a new understanding of him amidst his joy.

Over the next few days, Mo Yao's recovery went smoothly. He delegated all his duties to Mo Xiaobai, which was the first time he had given Mo Xiaobai such autonomy. Previously, Mo Xiaobai had only handled matters within his own jurisdiction.

Mo Xiaobai handled everything perfectly. His methods were different from his own, but the results were almost identical. This surprised Mo Yao. He was even more certain of his previous mistakes; he had given Mo Xiaobai too little space.

No wonder Mo Xiaobai always wore a smile tinged with resentment, no wonder he always carried a hint of displeasure at the annual meeting every year. He didn't understand why, but now he understood it all...

Their interaction seemed to have a sense of harmony for the first time.

In the past, little white either avoided him or tried to please him. Rarely would they face him directly and discuss Mafia affairs. They rarely expressed their own opinions in front of him, fearing that if their views differed from those of the boss, he would definitely have them killed.

Although facts can also prove that the boss is wrong, what Xiaobai is unwilling to accept is that you always have to let me try it before I know if it's a failure. You can't just say I'm a failure without letting me try at all. I don't agree with that.

He didn't know why Mo Yao changed her attitude, but he was happy about it and accepted it readily.

Mo Yao's wounds slowly scabbed over. Although his arm still couldn't move too much, he could walk and take care of himself. Mo Xiao Bai no longer had to wait on him for everything. Some things that were too private made it hard for him to speak, he didn't want to admit it, he would be embarrassed.

At night, Mo Xiaobai took a shower early and went to bed to play games with Ye Feimo. Ye Feimo has been doing well recently, he's still on his honeymoon, in Bali, Wen Nuan likes that place and extended their honeymoon. Mo Xiaobai is all kinds of envious, jealous, and resentful, wishing she could seduce Wen Nuan to Washington, but he doesn't dare challenge Ye Feimo's temper, the last time he accidentally spared him was already a surprise.

Ye Fei Mo asked, "How is the boss's injury"

"Little cousin, you're really heartless," said Mo Xiaobai. "You finally remembered to care about our big brother, I thought you were so happy on your honeymoon that you forgot our big brother was suffering."

“You’re beyond heartless, you really are. We're not even on the same level anymore. I’m quitting.” Ye Fei Mo’s words were as venomous as ever. Mo Xiaobai started acting cute and teasing him, while Ye Fei Mo rolled his eyes at the computer screen. This shameless man, he has no shame…

Where's the boss

"I've taken a shower." Mo Xiaobai said, Ye Feimo asked seriously, "I remember your house only has one room, where did the eldest brother sleep for so many days while recovering from his injuries"

Nonsense, of course I sleep in the bedroom!

"And you"

"Nonsense, I'm tall! Can I sleep on the sofa Of course, we'll sleep in the bedroom together." Mo Xiaobai answered matter-of-factly. His attitude was incredibly self-assured. Mo Xiaobai would never admit to being wronged.

Ye Fei Mo wiped his face, "Xiao Bai ah, Xiao Bai, what is your heart made of ah You automatically ignore things that everyone else doesn't explicitly state, right You even ignore it so thoroughly, so dismissive of the big boss's feelings, so heartless. You can actually do such a thing."

Tough!

He truly felt sorry for Mo Yao. Xiaobai could sleep soundly in the same bed with him, without any pressure or discomfort. What did this mean It meant that Xiaobai didn't treat the big brother as anything special, just like Mo Chen, a brother. So he wasn't hesitant to sleep next to him, even cuddling up to him while sleeping.

You said, is Mo Yao's heart bleeding inside The one he loves most is innocent and naive, sleeping beside him without a care, looking at him with pure and innocent eyes. Expressing brotherly love in such a pure and innocent way like a little rabbit. How tragic and heartbreaking a scene this is.

What a predicament for the boss!

Xiao Bai wasn't ignorant, he understood. He was a very shrewd person; how could he not understand this kind of thing But he pretended not to know, which is why it hurt people.

Ye Fei Mo let out a cold snort, then suddenly grinned wickedly. He asked, "Xiao Bai, what's it like sleeping with the boss"

"Come on, we've slept together before."

Ye Fei's laughter grew increasingly eerie. He said, "After you turned fifteen, your charm became boundless, and you were irresistible to both men and women, right"

"Nonsense, my charm is irresistible." Mo Xiaobai said smugly.

Ye Fei's sinister heart is as clear as day. You pretend you don't know, right Everyone pampers and protects you, but nothing changes for you, so you just pretend it's nothing, right Ye Fei thinks the time for revenge has come.

He's the typical type who, if someone makes him unhappy for a minute, he'll make them miserable for a hundred days.

"Is the boss beautiful"

“Sigh, our eldest brother looks like this, I bet, in this world, besides me, he's the most beautiful. Even the little brothers aren't as… moving as our eldest brother.” Mo Xiaobai was speaking the truth. Mo Chen and Mo Yao were twins, but they looked different. Mo Yao was more cold and glamorous, while Mo Chen was more gentle and warm.

Ye Fei Mo really wanted to complain, this guy was always so narcissistic, but this was a fine tradition of their Ye family.

"Since the boss is so beautiful and deeply in love with you, her temperament, figure, appearance, you sleep in the same bed with her, you have no reaction As a man who charms all women, do you live up to this title Are you truly not impulsive at all" Ye Feimo's voice was drawn out, his tone full of disbelief. Mo Xiaobai was dazed for a long time...

This is the first time, Ye Fei Mo said, the big boss has deep affection for you.

The boss had deep feelings for him, indeed, he knew it, everyone knew it. This was an unspoken understanding, no one would bring it up proactively, Ye Fei Mo even less so. He joked openly and without restraint, but never once mentioned this matter.

It felt like something sharp and thin had pierced his heart, giving Xiaobai a moment of agonizing pain.

He was hazy with a kind of anger, damn it, why did everyone think that because the Big One loved him, he just had to love the Big One too, why Why did he have to be fixedly thought of as the Big One's possession

This sharp anger almost transmitted through the phone to Ye Fei's heart.

Ke Ye Fei Mo seemed oblivious, his voice Yin and soft to the extreme. He said, "Little White, think about it, the boss's skin is so good, a light wheat color, that's how healthy his complexion is. Look at his eyes, big and black, like black gemstones, deep like the ocean. Just one glance seems to want to drown you. Don't you feel moved Then look at the boss's straight nose, the beautiful shape of his lips, his blood color is also very good, a light red lip color is pretty, don't you feel thirsty Look at the boss's neck, oh, I really haven't seen a man's neck that perfect. It's long and straight, unbelievably beautiful. Then look at the boss's collarbone, isn't it also better looking than a woman's collarbone Look at the muscles on the boss's body, don't you think they are very muscular, full of rough vitality, making people want to touch them His figure is a triangle shape, so perfect. The muscles are not raised, nor are they that rough, it's exactly your type. Look at the boss's legs, long and straight. His legs and hip bones are almost a straight line. When he stands up, he looks like a straight and sharp spear. Who in this world can have such a perfect body You call yourself a heartthrob, but you don't have the boss's proud figure. He is like a jaguar lurking in a tropical rainforest, handsome, elegant, full of temptation."

"Little White, my dear nephew, a man like this loves you! He loves you deeply. Don't you feel your heart flutter Don't you want to kiss him, make him yours, or have him be yours He's so perfect, his figure, looks, wealth, character... Oh my goodness, his character is a thousand times better than yours! A man like this is highly sought after by everyone, both men and women. He loves you so much, don't you want to pounce on him, devour him completely"

Mo Xiaobai thought he must be crazy to have not hung up the phone. So, while Ye Feimo was speaking in a captivating voice, Mo Yao came out of the bathroom, his eyes widening in surprise....

On the other hand, Wen Nuan watched Ye Fei Mo describe Mo Yao's advantages in such a dreamy voice, as if he wanted Mo Yao. Listening to this made her skin crawl, she could only feel that Ye Fei Mo's smile was truly enchanting.

Ye Fei-mo thought, hey, Xiaobai, watch me kill you.n was like the wind, warming his heart, and like fire, igniting his passion.He smiled, there were too many things to deal with this afternoon, and he didn't want to explain about Han Bi to Wen Nuan....