Chapter 667

The distance from Jiangcheng to feilan city was not long. Within three hours after talking to Wenyi, Mo Shiqian listened to the Secretary knock on the door and came in to report. He said that Mo Shichen had come. He didn't raise his head and replied, "please come in. &Amp; bsp; "

" a good president. "

After returning to Lancheng, moshiqian was still the president of LD SR Asia.

After the Secretary closed the door and went out, he looked up and turned it over. He found a notebook and picked up the signing pen on one side. The tip of the pen was flowing on the white paper.

When Mo Shichen pushed the door and entered, he saw that he was tearing a piece of paper off the book.

He went to his desk.

Mo modestly raised his eyes. He held the thin paper between his fingers and handed it to him. He said lightly, "what you want."

Mo Shichen glanced down and raised his hand to receive it. His lips were filled with a light but warm smile arc. "Wenyi asked you to give it to me?"

Mo Shiqian said, "I'm very busy. I don't have time to spend with you."

"You can text me a few hours earlier to avoid this trip," he said

In response to his cold sneer, "do you still expect me to take the initiative in your own affairs?"

After a moment of silence, Mo Shichen holds the paper in his hand and turns to leave without expression.

The man in the swivel chair said again, "that woman, are you going to send someone to America to pick it up, or are you going to go in person?"

Mo Shichen didn't speak. He turned around and looked at him again.

Mo Shiqian's lips were cold. "When you came to Lancheng five years ago, you came after Wenyi. Don't bother me for the same reason."

Unfortunately, the more things are mentioned, the more likely they are to be dismissed.

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Before seeing Mo Shiqian, Mo Shichen did not consider whether to send someone to pick up Li Qianrui or to pick her up in person.

But since Mo Shiqian said that Naturally, he chose the former.

The meaning of his words is so obvious that he can't understand it.

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When Wen Yi saw Mo Shichen and Li qianrui from afar at the airport, he sincerely felt that such a degree of coincidence can only be called fate, or - bad luck.

Ye Si ran noticed that Wen Yi, who was walking with him, suddenly stopped, and turned to look at her in surprise. "Job's son, what's the matter?"

Wenyi put his hand on the trunk of the trolley, took back his eyes and looked at her, smiled, "sister-in-law, do you think Jiangcheng is very small?"

"Well, it doesn't seem big. It's very small with Paris..." Ye ran saw her look was different, blinked, confused and repeated the previous question, "what's the matter?"

Wenyi didn't answer, but raised his chin. "Here, I see Master mo."

Yeah?

Ye sran points to the past direction along her line of sight and chin. As expected, she can easily see Chen in the crowd.

Gradually into the late autumn day, the temperature of Jiangcheng has been on the low side. The man wore a thin black long windbreaker, with a casual style, simple and slim design, and a tall and straight body.

He leaned on his feet casually, and was surrounded by some men who were probably bodyguards. From the perspective of their standing, he could only see the man's side face. He lowered his head, raised his hand and looked at the watch of his eyes and wrists. He had been waiting for a long time, but he was not very happy.

Ye ran frowned and asked Wenyi, "is he waiting for us?"

Wenyi was calm. "In my judgment, No."

Ye ran frowned more tightly. After thinking for a few seconds, he said decisively, "now that we have met, let's go."

Wenyi turned to look at her. "Sister in law, don't you say that we are not allowed to follow my brother when we come to Jiangcheng for vacation?"

Ye Si ran was silent for a moment, raised his hand and touched his nose. Innocently, he said, "I've met all of them, and I can't say it without saying hello, can I? You see, our bodyguards didn't take them with you. They have to push their suitcases to take a taxi and ask him to take us to the hotel Men are sometimes used to enslave. If you don't enslave yourself, you can't enslave others. "

Wenyi stared at her for a while. "Sister in law, to be honest, what did my brother tell you to bring me here for?"

Yestran blinked, and then he said, "he's pissed me off. I'll take a vacation!"

Wenyi takes back her eyes and is too lazy to continue to press questions. Her sister-in-law is a husband. She can't pry out any useful information from her mouth. Besides, she can probably guess what her brother wants to do.

She light way, "that goes, later you say to him, is you grinding me to want to come, otherwise he must think I run so far to monitor him."

"How can I? Everyone who knows you knows you're not so boring."

Ye sran moves quickly, pushing the suitcase to turn the direction, but she hasn't taken a step, and she stops directly. She squints her eyes and looks at the young girl in the wheelchair who is pushed by a bodyguard like man in a black suit. She directly raises an unpleasant intuition, frowns and looks cold.Sure enough, the wheelchair pushed directly to the direction of Mo Shichen.

The indifferent and impatient man also saw the wheelchair. He straightened up a little. His handsome face didn't have any obvious emotional ups and downs. He just looked at her and called her name softly.

Ye sran saw Li qianrui, and Wenyi saw it naturally.

She wore a white sweater, a loose cashmere skirt and long black hair on her shoulders. When she saw the man she was thinking of day and night, tears came out of her eyes.

Hearing his name, he could no longer control his emotion. He stopped the wheelchair directly, stood up, ran towards the man walking slowly, rushed to his arms, held his waist tightly, and cried like a crash.

This scene immediately attracted the attention of many passers-by.

Yestran's big face was completely cold, and the suitcase didn't care to step on her new boots to go, but she couldn't walk two steps and was caught by Wenyi at the back.

"What are you doing, sister-in-law? Tear it or do it?"

Yestran turned around and looked at her gravely with a wrung brow. "Job's son, I tell you, something needs to be put out at the first time when it's a small fire. If you look on and let it go, it will have a chance to become a raging fire. This kind of woman, your brother's side is not completely shoveled by me."

Wenyi still took her hand and said, "sister-in-law, those flames you put out are destined not to become a raging fire. Moshchen and my brother are not the same people," she paused, her tone turned cool. "There is a word called" desperate ", which is very sad and anxious. People are dead father. We used to call it - God assist."