Mo Beiyan looked at Tong Ran's natural movements and felt inexplicably tight chest tightness. Not to mention putting his legs on to warm him, as long as he touched Mo and cried out in pain, she would definitely push him away.

Such an action...

It seems that there have been some before, but he really doesn't remember it.

I never cared about it before, nor did he think he would miss it again.

Tong Ran ate the cake and said, "Did Huanhuan hear it when she went to Zangmen yesterday?"

"Well, she said that her subordinates reported to Meng Shaoling, and a group of secret guards were back. I guess it might be the people he sent to France."

Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes slightly, "He is looking for this key everywhere now. Since the undercover agent is placed in the fourth major family, he has been in the fourth major family for a long time, the things in his hand must be extremely important. Otherwise, Meng Shaoling would not have been so concerned. After all, sending people to guard in France is likely to cause trouble."

After all, it is not a territory of Tibetan Buddhism, and it is not as safe as it comes from the United States.

No one will cause trouble for irrelevant things, especially his identity is the leader of the Tibetan sect.

Mo Beiyan nodded, "Now we have an address and a key. Let the man in black go to France?"

"It must not be that easy. We know the address, and Meng Shaoling also knows that although he has no keys, his people will definitely stare at him for twenty-four hours," Mo Nanjue's tongue gently pressed the corner of his mouth, "Once someone goes to the bank to get things, they will definitely grab them."

Grab is also the most direct and easiest way.

Tong Ran frowned and drank a mouthful of cream, "I don't think Meng Shaoling is so easy to deal with, otherwise he wouldn't be able to hold on to this position."

How many people have to be sacrificed before he can stand firm...

Mo Nanjue pinched her jaw, wiped the cream on her lips with her fingertips, and then pulled a piece of paper to wipe her mouth. The man curled his lips coldly, "There is nothing that can be done if his woman is undercover."

“…”

really.

Tong Ran thought of what Song Enning said before his death and told Meng Shaoling that she didn't blame him... Has something happened?

She didn't know, but she could feel that it was not a good thing.

At least not for Song Enning.

Mo Nanjue's slender index finger tapped on the coffee table, "A undercover agent must be his mission, but Song Enning can easily give up his life in order to save you, which means she no longer cares about life and death. In other words, she has given up her identity as an undercover agent."

Tong Ran turned her head, "Then why didn't she hand over the key directly to Meng Shaoling?"

"Maybe it's wrong, it's too late, or it may..." Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes and guessed, "She escaped from the base and wanted to take out the things and hand them to Meng Shaoling himself, but because in Bordeaux, in France, he happened to meet Chen An again. When he met you again, he had no choice but to hand over the key to you before he died."

"Then why did she take the risk of escaping from the base and handing over the things to Meng Shaoling?"

"Because she doesn't plan to go back to the base again," Mo Nanjue picked up the glass and shook it lightly. "As for why... they must have had a quarrel. Song Enning wants to break up with Meng Shaoling. Maybe she will commit suicide after giving him something."

"..." Tong Ran's pink lips opened slightly, and the scene where Song Enning closed his eyes replayed in front of him, "Why are you so sure?"
Chapter completed!