Chapter 445: Blond Boy

The girl in the surveillance video, no, to be precise, it should be the boy.

Xu Xing stared at the blond boy in the paused video in shock, "He, he is Miss Qiqi?"

It's no wonder Xu Xing couldn't recognize her. Tang Qi in the picture had short golden hair, fair skin, blue eyes, a high nose bridge, a tall figure, and was wearing a punk printed T-shirt and ripped jeans.

No one could connect him with the beautiful Chinese girl who checked into the hotel five minutes ago.

"Boss, are you sure? Not to mention other things, even the body shape and height don't match."

Mo Shaochen's lips curved slightly, and he said in a low voice, "Look at the shoes he's wearing."

Before going abroad, Mo Shaochen had someone prepare Tang Qi's clothes in his villa in Los Angeles.

This pair of shoes was a couple's pair that he personally selected. He had a black pair and Tang Qi had a white pair.

When she left the villa, the only thing she took with her besides her luggage was this pair of shoes.

She wore these shoes on purpose to reassure him and also to send a signal.

After finding out that Tang Qi was not missing but intentionally hiding her tracks, Xu Xing breathed a sigh of relief.

"It looks like Miss Qiqi is not in danger."

Mo Shaochen looked calm, but he was still worried.

Before she left, she said it would only take two or three days. Today is already the third night. If something had delayed her, there was no reason not to contact him.

Unless she was still angry with him, or was in danger? When Mo Shaochen returned, his father Mo Xianlin had already returned home and was standing on the balcony whispering something with Yan Hong.

Seeing him come back, the two of them stopped talking tacitly.

Uncle Mo Xianlin walked towards him, looked him up and down, and when he saw that there was nothing wrong with him, his tense expression improved a little.

"Did you find the girl?"

Mo Xianlin was not very satisfied with Tang Qi. He always felt that the girl was too young, unstable, and not a good match for his son in any way.

But he couldn't resist his wife's love for him, so he had to love her as well.

Mo Shaochen replied coldly: "Not yet."

Mo Xianlin looked at his son with some surprise.

He didn't know his son very well, but he knew him about 80%. Although his son had been calm and composed since he was a child, he was even more powerful and domineering in his bones. How could he be so calm when the woman he loved was gone? Mo Xianlin didn't know what he was thinking, and he laughed, "You made that girl angry, so she didn't want to come back, right?"

Mo Shaochen glanced at his father coldly and walked to the room on the second floor without saying a word.

Xu Xing, who had been trying to be a background board since entering the door, hurriedly nodded to Mo Xianlin and followed him upstairs.

Lu Yilan is preparing dinner in the kitchen.

She seldom came here to live in recent years. Apart from the hourly worker who cleaned the house regularly, there was no servant. In addition, Mo Shaochen was in poor health, so she bought ingredients and cooked some light and nutritious meals herself.

Hearing the father and son talking, she turned off the stove and came out of the kitchen, just in time to see Mo Shaochen's back as he went upstairs.

"Son, Mom made you some corn and pork ribs soup."

The three words "pork rib soup" made Mo Shaochen pause.

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He originally had no appetite at all and just wanted to have a good rest for a while, and then continue to look for Tang Qi after his strength recovered.

Seeing Mo Shaochen turn around and go downstairs, Lu Yilan was overjoyed.

She called Xiangshan Villa in advance to ask Sister Yun, and learned that her son liked to drink pork rib soup and could drink a big bowl every time, so she specially stewed a simpler corn and pork rib soup, which turned out to be effective.

Lu Yilan seldom cooks and her cooking skills are average. The taste of the pork rib soup was completely different from that made by Sister Yun, but Mo Shaochen still drank it all without leaving a single sip.

Lu Yilan was so excited that she almost cried, "There's more in the pot. I'll serve you another bowl."

Mo Shaochen stopped his mother from reaching for the bowl and whispered, "No, I'm full."

Unable to hide her disappointment, Lu Yilan continued to persuade, "Then, eat some more rice? Half a bowl will be fine."

(End of this chapter)