(BL)[MTL] Dressed as the hero and his uncle

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    "Boss, boss, something serious happened!"

    With a clatter, the pen stained with light purple paint fell to the ground.

    Luan Mingli frowned and looked at the phone, before turning his attention to the notes on the phone.

    Luan Mingli has a special mobile phone for business affairs, and usually uses private calls, and basically few people can make calls, so he answered the phone casually, without even looking at the contacts.

    The word "boss" was somewhat beyond his expectation.

    Luan Mingli originally thought that it was Wen Hejun who invited him to his place for afternoon tea again, but he was still wondering if it was time for him to invite him back today.

    "The boss of Yunxi Studio?"

    Luan Mingli read the notes again, and then he was a little stunned.

    Luan Mingli went out to relax that day. Of course, he didn't bring a mobile phone for business, so he added the contact information of the person in charge of the studio with his private number, and transferred it to the work number after preparation.

    But this studio already has its own research and development plan, and doesn't need investors' guidance, and Luan Mingli doesn't intend to point fingers, so there is no contact during this period, and Luan Mingli didn't think of removing the number.

    "What happened?"

    The young man on the other end of the phone was already scratching his hair. He heard the question from the easy-talking investor father just now, and thought that his studio had long been forgotten by the rich investor father. later.

    While worrying about whether the investor's father is too rich and too lazy to take care of the trivial affairs of his small studio, he replied in as concise a language as possible: "Investor's father, an original artist in our studio has disappeared! "

    As soon as this sentence came out, he wanted to slap his mouth.

    Usually laughing and laughing with the people in the studio, investment dad Investing dad yelled a lot, but now he really accidentally opened his mouth!

    Investing Dad... What kind of magical title is this?

    Luan Mingli couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and didn't get too entangled in this matter: "Did you call the police?"

    He immediately thought of his nephew with a very prominent magical aura, and intuitively felt that this matter might be related to him.

    In this way, it is unknown whether the alarm will be useful.

    "We've been missing for less than 24 hours, and we're not immediate family members, so we can't call the police..." Seeing that Luan Mingli didn't struggle with the title of investment father, Liu Sui on the other end of the phone let out a sigh of relief, and got back to the topic again.

    "...Moreover, we feel that calling the police may be useless..."

    Luan Mingli began to pack up his painting tools, and kept the semi-finished products in a safe place. At the same time, he pressed the bell to call the maid: "What exactly happened, please contact me. Let me explain clearly."

    Liu Sui hurriedly said like pouring beans.

    The employee who had the accident was called Lin Ziyue, the original artist of the studio, that is, the girl who first painted on the booth.