Chapter 2451

People behind the scenes, just don't be too obvious.

Wei Zheng sent wechat for a while, but moyesi didn't reply.

Just when he thought about whether moyesi didn't see it and whether he wanted to call him to talk about it, his mobile phone "Ding" rang, and moyesi answered his wechat.

Just one word back: mmm.

A few seconds later, the phone rang again.

Moyesi sent another wechat: Shen's business, do it right away. Today, I want to see the results.

Looking at this wechat, Wei Zheng's face changed slightly.

He seemed to have seen the gloomy and cold face of moyesi.

Mo always wants him to finish Shen's business today.

It can be seen that Mo Zong's anger value has risen again.

Shen Shi, he is killing himself.

Originally, Mo always had no intention to deal with Shen, even if Shen robbed a few business, Mo always did not take it seriously.

But now

It's about the young lady, and Mo always can't calm down any more.

Shen Rou's brain is not good enough, too stupid.

She doesn't know, young madam is mo total inverse scale, can't touch at all.

When she deals with Mo, Mo will not be too angry.

But she hired the navy to trample on the young lady, and let the Navy spread rumors everywhere. Mo always regretted being with the young lady. How could Mo always bear her any longer.

She didn't think that if she took away some of Mohist's business and invited another Henry Zhou this time, it would really have a great impact on Mohist.

That's naive.

Mo always wants to deal with her, but it's a matter of minutes.

Since Mr. Mo wants to teach her a lesson this time, Wei Zheng certainly wants to do it well.

He felt that he should not only teach Shen Rou a lesson, but also let her know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is.

Shen versus Mo?

Ha ha, that's beating a stone with an egg.

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President's office.

Moyesi takes Joe Mianmian into his rest room and puts him on the soft bed.

He raised the temperature of the air conditioner a little bit, covered Joe Mianmian with a quilt, and then walked out of the lounge.

There was a pile of papers on the desk that he had to deal with himself.

Mo Yesi walked over, just sat down and picked up one of the documents, and the mobile phone on the desk rang.

He looked down at the wechat sent by Wei Zheng.

Wei Zheng usually sends wechat to him. It's all about work.

Mo Yesi picks up the mobile phone and unlocks the lock screen.

After a while, after reading wechat, he frowned thoughtfully.

Indeed, if he sends a microblog now to show his love for Qiao Mianmian, many rumors can be smashed.

At first, he didn't want to go here.

As soon as Wei Zheng reminded him, he immediately started his microblog, ready to edit a love microblog to refute rumors.

Slender white fingers fell on the mobile phone screen, to type, ink night division but stopped.

He hasn't figured out what kind of microblog to post.

And what content should be sent to show love.

Is hesitating, suddenly heard from the lounge came out a soft cry: "Mo night division."

Mo Ye Sima Shang stood up and walked towards the rest room with his mobile phone.

Push open the door, saw Qiao Mianmian sat up from the bed, stretched out his hand in rubbing his eyes, saw him come in, and called to him in a delicate voice: "Mo Ye Si."

"Well, baby, how did you wake up?" Mo Yesi walked quickly to the bedside.