The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 381

"Ah!" Ye Tian’s two fingers violently pulled outwards, pulling out a silver needle from the wound, covered in blood. However, curiously, the blood quickly dripped down without sticking to it. Ye Tian’s face turned pale as he coldly chuckled, tossing the needle aside, then began to forcefully squeeze the wound area, but regrettably, nothing came out. The wound was too large and the temperature too low; at this rate, he wouldn’t die but would be crippled.

"What are you trying to do? Squeeze out the poison?"

"Not exactly... From here," Ye Tian grabbed the base of his right thigh, "to there, this section is where the wound’s toxins are concentrated. The blood needs to be sucked out. I can’t reach, so I have to use my hands, no other way..."

"Ugh... Mm!"

Before Ye Tian could finish speaking, Mo Yu’s mouth was already on the wound, her soft, warm lips pressing against it, sending an unusual tremor rising from the depths of his heart.

Hearing Ye Tian’s unusual groan, Mo Yu looked up, then her cheeks turned a deep red. She bit down hard on his wound.

"Ah!"

...

In the King Mansion, Old Man Mo’s home.

Mo Yu held an apple, biting into it one bite at a time, with a remote control in her left hand continually switching channels, wrapped in a thick cotton nightgown, comfortably leaning against the heated brick bed.

Old Man Mo sat on a peeling sofa, his eyes on the television, but his mind preoccupied with other matters. It wasn’t until someone entered the door that his expression slightly changed.

"Old Chief."

It was a middle-aged man in casual attire, with a robust demeanor and heavy brows, obviously a figure of significant authority and capable of fierce anger.

"Is it cold outside?"

The middle-aged man glanced at the pitch-black sky outside and smiled, "It’s not deadly."

"Let’s talk outside then."

A bodyguard handed over a fur coat, which Old Man Mo blocked, "It’s not deadly out. Many soldiers are standing guard in the snow at our country’s border, what does it say about me if I wear this?"

Knowing Old Man Mo’s temper, the bodyguard stepped back, but the middle-aged man took the fur coat and followed Old Man Mo outside.

It was truly cold. This year’s winter was exceptionally chilling. Dry and cold, with the wind blowing.

"Old Chief, take care of your health."

The fur coat ended up draped over Old Man Mo.

Old Man Mo looked up at the dark sky, "How’s the investigation going?"

"It involves the higher-ups; we reached a half-way point but couldn’t proceed. They’ve offered a scapegoat, kind of like a gesture."

Old Man Mo didn’t interrupt, listening intently.

"Old Chief, I think this matter wasn’t really aimed at the young lady."

"Um."

"I heard there’s someone named Ye Tian around the young lady? Do you know what his background is?"

Old Man Mo asked, "What background?"

"He is a Dead Man. There’s no information about him in the records. The name Ye Tian is simply non-existent in our files. I had someone check, and they found nothing. Moreover..."

"Speak."

"The trail ends at the National Security Department. Seems the military intervened. Old Chief, you know more than I do about these military matters. As a politician, I’m probably not welcomed."

Old Man Mo chuckled, "You, you’re trying to play mind games with me. Alright, I won’t make it hard for you, I know his identity. Oh, by the way, what’s their attitude towards him? Any specific antagonistic measures or resentments?"

The middle-aged man shook his head, "They’ve already begun to act, what do you think?"

"Let him be, at least for now, he’s still useful to me. Keep an eye on him for me. No matter what, let him survive until March next year. How you manage that, I don’t care, whether 24-hour surveillance or knocking him out and locking him in a cellar, just ensure one thing, keep him safe."

"Old Chief, this is a bit..."

"Just do your job. Cold, isn’t it? Why not wear the fur coat?"

The middle-aged man smilingly reached out, "I think it will do..."

"You wish. This was bought by my granddaughter, want one? Get your granddaughter to buy you one!"

Heh, this old guy.

When Old Man Mo returned to the room, Mo Yu was still watching TV. He walked to another room where Ye Tian was sleeping. This guy had been sleeping since he was brought back, possibly due to the poison or maybe because he had been frozen for too long in the snow. Although the doctor said it wasn’t serious, Old Man Mo wasn’t entirely reassured. With such an incident occurring, anyone would be concerned.

Old Man Mo glanced at him, but what primarily occupied his mind wasn’t Ye Tian’s affair, but rather his two granddaughters. Coming back, he saw Mo Yu’s anxious expression and picked out the bad vibes, and he also regretted letting Ye Tian bring Mo Yu back. Just one meeting, and how did they get involved? And Mo Yan too, having seen each other only a few times, how could she not forget him?

Could this guy really be the legendary ’friend of women’?

Thinking this, Old Man Mo glared at him—if you dare have ideas about my granddaughters, I’ll break your legs! Ah, not even one!

Ye Tian woke up the next morning, way ahead of the doctor’s prediction that it would take at least three days for recovery.

The wounds on his leg, seen also by Old Man Mo, looked like the surface of the moon, riddled with holes. Old Man Mo wondered how he managed with the pain, later realizing it was his granddaughter’s doing. Then he thought to himself, her daring and careful nature is truly worthy of being Old Mo’s granddaughter.

Breakfast was made by Old Man Mo, something Ye Tian only learned later. The egg custard was good, eaten with pickles, and the millet porridge was quite fragrant.

"Old man, nice cooking skills!"

"That’s right, back in the day, I was the master chef in the cooking squad."

The two shared a laugh, while Mo Yu sat beside them silently, only snorting in disapproval. Her snort was quite a mood dampener.

Ye Tian spoke up, "What are you snorting about, not cooking and still thinking you’re right? As a woman, not knowing these little things."

"You calling me a woman? Your whole family are women!"

Mo Yu glared at Ye Tian with piercing eyes, the chunk of bread in her mouth not yet swallowed, stuffing her cheeks.