Chapter 884

As for him, anyway, he wasn't a big shot. Taking a taxi wouldn't cause a riot like Li Zimu getting into a car, so he just took Mo Yan and walked.

On the top floor, at this moment, Li Zimu and Old Wang had returned to the top floor. Li Zimu was sighing slightly while looking at some papers on the table.

"Old master, why, why do you put these on the surface of the table?"

Old Wang was puzzled. He wanted to ask when Li Zimu took them out and put them on the table.

Ask why he wanted to display all his criminal information over the years, and why he wanted Fang Yang to look at it so generously.

Of course, Old Wang followed Fang Yang and observed Fang Yang's every move. What made him feel a little relieved was that Fang Yang didn't look around. Most of the time, he lowered his head and couldn't possibly see the papers on the table.

But there was also the reason that he was by his side. After all, he was afraid of being killed after being discovered.

"It's simple. I just want Fang Yang to report me, and then I have a high status in the police station. This, I should have told you."

Listening to Li Zimu's words, Old Wang was stunned. Li Zimu seemed to have indeed said it, but, but wasn't he afraid of others stealing the credit?

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"However, your plan seems to have had some accidents. Fang Yang didn't see these things."

"Hehe, that doesn't count for anything. Although it's a pity, I've thought of other ways, a way to ensure that Fang Yang rises step by step over there."

Hearing this, Old Wang was stunned. Fang Yang's identity isn't as simple as an ordinary streamer?

"Old master, could it be that Fang Yang was recruited by them..."

"Of course not. Fang Yang has his own life arrangements. Why should he listen to them?"

Hearing Li Zimu's words, Old Wang's heart settled a little.

After all, if others knew that Fang Yang's true identity was a positive energy ambassador, I'm afraid no one would listen to his dispatch.

"Hmm..."

Fang Yang, who arrived on the ground, was in a dilemma at this moment. It seemed that because Mo Yan rarely went out, Mo Yan was grabbing Fang Yang's shoulders and looking around constantly.

It seemed that in the next second, bad people would appear and have ulterior motives for the two of them.

"Sigh."

Looking at Mo Yan like this, Fang Yang didn't know what to do.

For someone... who was more of a homebody than a homebody, how was he supposed to take her out to eat, drink, and play?

Watching two young and beautiful girls walk past him, Fang Yang was staring intently at the ice cream in their hands.

(Wow, Brother Yang is actually giving benefits to the brothers. Look, look!)

(Tsk, tsk, tsk, youth is great. Looking at these white thighs, Brother Yang is my god!)

"What, what words! I was clearly looking at the ice cream in their hands, okay?"

It wasn't until the two girls walked far away that Fang Yang dared to explain.

(Brother Yang, don't explain anymore. After all, I saw the whole thing with my own eyes. You first looked at Mo Yan, then followed the other party's line of sight to see the ice cream, but after 0.1 seconds, your attention was on those legs.)

Fang Yang rubbed his forehead, very helpless towards the fans who observed him meticulously.

Do you have to watch so seriously?

There wouldn't really be anyone watching the live stream intently, right?

No way, no way?

"Let's go, I'll take you to eat... forget it, I don't know if you've eaten it."

Fang Yang glanced at Mo Yan, and decided to wait until he bought the ice cream before talking about other things.

"Heh, as long as you like eating it."

Walking out of the supermarket, he smiled slightly at Mo Yan, who was eating happily on the side.

It seems his guess was right. Little girls and such, almost all like these ice creams, cakes, and sweet things.

"Wait, that old man wouldn't have taken a fancy to me because I can make cakes, would he..."

Watching Mo Yan eating happily, Fang Yang felt it was very possible, because the food he made was delicious. Mo Yan rarely went out, so the thing she did most was eating food, right?

And he happened to be able to make some little things to satisfy cravings. This, this, this! It's absolutely possible!

"Achoo~~ This kid, his brain is quite good."

Li Zimu wasn't embarrassed, but instead rubbed his nose and laughed.

After all, he did have this idea, especially after seeing his own children fighting for those cakes and cookies, this thought became even stronger.

Nothing else, after all, even they liked to eat the food Fang Yang made. It was delicious. Mo Yan had no reason not to like it, and Fang Yang could also make different cuisines. He didn't understand foreign food or whatever.

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Anyway, regarding the attainments in cooking, Fang Yang was very awesome.

"Sigh, anyway, I'm already on the pirate ship, so it's just like this."

Fang Yang shook his head slightly, very helpless.

"Let's go, let's go eat."

Fang Yang looked at the sun that had almost reached the top of his head and squinted slightly. After all, the sun at this time was still very dazzling.

Mo Yan was eating ice cream, and upon hearing that she was going to eat something delicious again, she nodded repeatedly.

Fang Yang himself was a chef, so he was naturally very strict about dishes. After going to several restaurants, he still chose the one with a good reputation and customer flow.

"What's wrong?"

Looking at the resistance coming from his hand, Fang Yang looked curiously at Mo Yan, who was pulling him. It wasn't until he saw the fear in Mo Yan's eyes that Fang Yang came back to his senses.

He had forgotten that Mo Yan rarely came into contact with outside things.

If it were on the street, it would be easy to say, as the number of people was sometimes not that large.

However, it's different now. In this kind of high-end dining place, there must be many people coming and going.

He had been a bit negligent.

"Let's go, I'll take you back to eat."

Fang Yang smiled slightly. Anyway, he could make it himself, and what he made with his own hands was safer.

It would just take more time. After all, it would take time to go back from here.

Watching Mo Yan nod repeatedly, Fang Yang smiled.

In any case, as long as she kept looking forward to eating, it was fine.

Sitting in the car, Fang Yang leaned quietly, ignoring the fans' words. After all, he didn't want to make his ruined reputation even more absurd.

Soon, the car stopped. Fang Yang waved at the departing car behind him, full of gratitude to the driver.

It wasn't until the car could no longer be seen that Fang Yang slowly retracted his hand and looked around vigilantly.

It wasn't that Fang Yang was so vigilant, but that Fang Yang had to be vigilant now. If he was discovered and exposed on the internet, he wouldn't be able to go out for a stroll so easily.

At that time, if he went out, he was afraid that a group of reporters would come to ask him a lot of messy things, and then distort his meaning and publish it on the internet to trigger public opinion.

In order not to make the driver suspicious, he deliberately positioned himself on a street some distance away from the residence, and waited until the driver had completely left before setting off.

This was undoubtedly careful to the extreme.

(Yo, is Brother Yang being targeted by others? Why is he so cautious?)

(Who knows? Anyway, he started as soon as he got in the car, didn't say a word, and just sat there quietly.)

(This, let's just assume Brother Yang is going crazy. Anyway, Brother Yang is almost there.)

Of course, if someone was deliberately hiding in a corner, and the target was him, then Fang Yang couldn't help it. After all, he couldn't wander outside forever.

"Young Master, you're back... this is?"

Seeing Fang Yang, a subordinate immediately greeted him, but hesitated when he saw the little girl behind Fang Yang.

Who is this? Never seen her before. And, this was brought back by the Young Master, could it be that he still had to stop him?

Taking Mo Yan away, Fang Yang had three words in his heart: didn't see, didn't see.

Didn't see the fans' comments on him, and didn't see the strange looks the subordinates gave him.

At this moment, Fang Yang was the master of his own world!

"You play in the room, don't run around."

Listening to Fang Yang's earnest persuasion, Mo Yan nodded very seriously.

Indicating that she would wait for him obediently here and wouldn't run around.

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This attitude made Fang Yang feel a little more at ease.

Closing the door, Fang Yang went to the kitchen to make some food for himself and Mo Yan. After all, from the moment he had the idea of eating, from finding a place to taking a taxi back, and walking a distance, a long time had naturally passed.

Although there were only two people, Fang Yang didn't want to do some perfunctory things like fooling around.

Moreover, it was Mo Yan's first time tasting his cooking, so he had to be more serious.

"What should I make?"