CHAPTER 275: THE QUIRKS OF THE BOSS

Sometimes, after a nap, the boss’s so-called "document processing" still wasn’t finished. If an outsider saw it, they’d think he was handling something of world-shattering importance.

It was truly special treatment.

Xiaobai was restless; being this quiet wasn’t his style, so every time the boss called him to the study, it was his biggest headache. But after all these years, he had gotten used to it. Although he always stayed for a long time, he never felt like he’d been there for very long when he left.

It was a very strange thing indeed.

Mo Xiaobai took off his shoes, stacked the cushions, and lay down comfortably. The boss’s study sofa was so comfortable, neither too soft nor too firm—perfect for sleeping. Mo Xiaobai read for a while, then yawned wearily.

Mo Yao looked up at him, his gaze distant, revealing a hint of tranquility within its sharpness. He then lowered his head again, concentrating on his work. As soon as he looked down, Mo Xiaobai rolled over, his gaze directly on Mo Yao.

The boss truly wasted that face. Mo Xiaobai mumbled. If he just smiled, and his eyes hooked in a captivating way, how many girls would willingly throw themselves at him, even to their deaths?

What a waste, a waste...

A super waste of resources.

Mo Xiaobai tried to imagine a captivating boss, but found some scenes simply couldn’t be imagined. He turned his face away. Forget it, staring at him for half an hour wouldn’t get a reaction.

His composure and endurance were incredibly strong.

"Boss, give us a smile." Mo Xiaobai was getting bored. Teasing Boss Mo when bored was clearly an exceptionally boring activity. His boss didn’t give him a smile, so Mo Xiaobai hugged a cushion, smiling like peach blossoms in March. "Boss, just one smile. When a man smiles, his charm skyrockets tenfold!"

Mo Yao concentrated on his work. Mo Xiaobai yawned again. "You don’t even believe what a charming man says. You’re wasting your little brother’s painstaking efforts. Boss, if you don’t smile, I’m leaving."

Mo Yao deftly signed a document, then slowly looked up at Mo Xiaobai, his gaze as calm as still water, completely unruffled, almost terrifying.

Mo Xiaobai rubbed his nose, spreading his hands. "Cheese! Smile for the camera..."

Hehe, how silly.

Mo Yao frowned. "Shut up and read."

He lowered his head again. Mo Xiaobai boredly stared at *The Red and the Black*. He had read it several times already. It was truly torturing his charming eyes and clever brain.

Boss, why do you always make me sit here for half a day?

Are you bored?

You know, for someone as lively, cute, and restless as him, facing an ice block was torture.

Pure torture.

"Boss, give your grandpa a smile, please. Liven things up, or I’m going to fall asleep," Mo Xiaobai said, infinitely wronged.

Mo Yao didn’t even lift his head, saying faintly, "Go to sleep."

Mo Xiaobai: "..."

You don’t have to be so cooperative.

"Boss, why did you even make me come to the study? There’s nothing to do, and no beauties to look at. No, wait, there’s an ice beauty to look at, but I’m interested in passionate beauties, not ice beauties," Mo Xiaobai muttered to himself. "Boss, at least give me a grunt or something."

"Mmm." Mo Yao decisively gave him a grunt.

Mo Xiaobai was finally satisfied and then excitedly said, "Little Cousin’s woman is quite good-looking, don’t you think, Boss? Never mind, you have such poor taste, you wouldn’t know where a woman’s beauty lies anyway."

"Not as good-looking as you," Mo Yao delivered four words, sending Mo Xiaobai to cloud nine.

Mo Xiaobai gave Mo Yao a thumbs up, smiling. "Boss, your aesthetic sense hasn’t been warped yet. Commendable. I am undoubtedly the most beautiful creature on Earth."

Mo Yao’s eye twitched slightly, a fleeting smile gracing his lips.

Mo Xiaobai proudly strutted like a peacock, radiating charm.

Mo Yao typed a few keys on the keyboard and asked, "In which folder are the records for the North American summer light weapons bill?"

"myy123456."

Mo Yao looked up at Mo Xiaobai. Mo Xiaobai looked innocent. "It’s easy to remember that way. My brain is for remembering beauties, not numbers."

"It’s adult films," Mo Yao said expressionlessly, his voice flat like a horizon line.

"Ah..." Mo Xiaobai’s mouth dropped open in surprise.

"And it’s 5P," Mo Yao’s face was livid.

"Ah..." Mo Xiaobai gasped again. Mo Yao’s fierce gaze swept over, cold as an ice arrow. Mo Yao’s face was extremely displeased. How could such a thing appear in the Mafia’s database? That scoundrel Mo Xiaobai!

Mo Xiaobai, however, thought, "Boss, you actually opened it."

"You actually opened it?????"

"You’re really... so you’re also quite perverted, huh?"

"A closet pervert."

"You watched it?" Mo Xiaobai asked, horrified, then smiled slyly. "Those two women had good figures, right? It’s just that the guy was too lewd. If it were me, it would definitely be..."

"Shut up!" Mo Yao barked, his face dark. "Don’t watch that kind of stuff anymore."

"You watched it too, though," Mo Xiaobai chuckled. "Every man’s computer has at least a dozen of them. What’s the big deal? My computer only has a hundred or so; it’s just a small collection. If you want to watch some, Boss, just take them from me. They’re free. These are a hundred classics I selected after watching hundreds of them."

"I don’t watch that rubbish."

"If you don’t watch it, how did you know it was 5P?" Mo Xiaobai asked, wide-eyed and innocently, looking at Mo Yao.

Boss Mo was exasperated. He said in a deep voice, "Come over and find your files."

Mo Xiaobai stuck out his tongue, put the book down, and walked over. "Is Xiaofeng crippled? These aren’t things you need to do."

"The overall accounts are wrong. There’s a problem with the summer light weapons bill. Pull up the original bill for me to see. And what are all those messy things in your computer?" Mo Yao asked angrily.

"Boss, you’re making too much of a fuss. It’s completely normal. Mo Chen’s computer has them too," Mo Xiaobai said with a grin. "A man who hasn’t watched adult films by the age of twenty isn’t a good man."

Mo Yao’s face turned livid once again. Mo Xiaobai looked at him with sudden realization. "Of course, our Big Boss is an exception."

"Find the files!" Mo Yao growled, kicking him.

Mo Xiaobai skillfully dodged, moving the mouse to find the files on the drive. Honestly, did Boss often hack into his computer? He’d have to add another security system when he got back.

Due to his posture, Mo Xiaobai was intimately close to him, their heads almost touching, their breaths mingling. Both seemed completely accustomed to it, neither finding anything unusual or overly intimate about their position.