Chapter 909

After turning around in Mu Qingqing's company, Mo Liancheng's mood changed slightly. He didn't stay much. Instead, he went around the corner of Chengxi's office on the eighth floor to the sixth floor, and then took the company's sightseeing elevator down the stairs.

The hall is bright and shining. Although it is not as luxurious as the Mohist group, it is not bad. It can be said that it is a vivid company.

Even today, it is the first time for Lian Qing to support himself. Mixed feelings, but it is not happiness or misfortune.

The car of moliancheng was parked next to the coffee shop on the side street. Before leaving the main road, a white Land Rover slowly stopped beside the city. The window came down and the woman in the back seat was smiling.

"The fate of the family is really wonderful. I can't imagine that we can meet each other on the road. How are you doing recently, my good brother..." the tone of Mo Han is strange, even if it is a simple greeting, it also shows a trace of unusual meaning.

Mo Liancheng passed his eyes on the white Land Rover without trace. He clearly remembered that the last time he saw the car was at the door of the apartment where Millan lived. A man with an inch head tattoo added his fists and feet to Milan.

But later Mi LAN prevaricated that it was her ex boyfriend. Mo Liancheng sneered in her heart and took a look at the driver sitting in the cab. In the heart of irony, when Mi Lan's ex boyfriend turned into the hands of Mo Han, such a clumsy lie has never been believed by Mo Liancheng.

"Naturally, you are not free." Mo Liancheng's tone is a little sour, the eyes have not been as fierce as before.

Mo Han saw some despondent Mo Liancheng, and was very quick in his heart. Although he was not loved by his father and mother since he was a child, Mo Han also wanted something that never fell through with his own ability. Even the Mohist group, as long as they want, it is not a matter of time.

In the name of reminiscence, Mo Han invited Mo Liancheng to a nearby coffee shop for a short time. On the morning of weekdays, few people came to visit the coffee shops near the Financial Street, except for the continuous delivery of orders. Therefore, it gives a quiet space for Mo Lian Cheng and Mo Han.

The waiter gave Mo Lian Cheng and Mo Han two meal lists. To some surprise, they even ordered the same cup of ice American style. What's more, it was still at the end of three years when it was warm and cold.

"You have a good understanding. Please wait a moment." The waiter smilingly made a joke and left the seat with the menu.

Mo Han pulled the corners of his mouth, thinking of the few years of happiness in life, is in childhood. At that time, Mo Liancheng was still very young. Just as a director, he was particularly attached to his sister Mo Han. No matter what they did or ate, they were like a replica, which attracted many sighs and jokes.

I can't imagine that more than ten years have passed, but the taste of two people has not changed much.

With this in mind, Mo Han wryly grinned and raised the corner of his lips, and then choked into his throat again, a tingling pain. Can immediately, some flustered mood fleeting, Mo Han chuckles, changed the topic.

American coffee with ice doesn't give out fragrance. It doesn't seem to have any effect except to sober people up.

Mo Han pretended to hold up his coffee cup and said with a smile, "if I don't say much, I'll substitute coffee for wine. Congratulations..."

Mo Liancheng is expressionless and doesn't mean to raise his glass to cooperate with the performance. He just says coldly, "what's to congratulate?"

Mo Han was frozen in the middle of the air, and he picked it up. The bitter juice twined around the taste buds, and his back was slightly sour. "I heard that... You are going to cooperate with MK group. Now everyone knows that they have won plan F. isn't it worth being congratulated?

As far as I know, there are many people looking for their cooperation, but they politely refused. It's just that I should have thought of it. Of course, it's good to be cheap. As the saying goes, fat water doesn't flow into the fields of outsiders!

I envy you, brother! Holding such a good woman as the backing, there is still a support at the critical moment, tut tut... "

the meaning of Mohan's words between the lines is particularly acrimonious. It is clear that Mo Liancheng has turned over with Mu Qingqing.

"You're really well informed, but it's really a lucky thing to meet a woman like Qing Qing." Mo Liancheng hook between the lips, said the light breeze. He seems to have known the meaning of Mo Han for a long time. If he had put it half a month ago, maybe he would have been easily provoked into anger, but now, the heart of Mo Liancheng has been very calm.

Mo Han, who failed to succeed, seemed to be a little lost and his words became more sour. "My father used to be a very subjective man. If he knew that his son, whom he had always liked, relied on a woman, I don't know whether it would be difficult for him to rest under the spring..."

Mo Liancheng was still expressionless, without a trace of unnecessary emotion, but he just pulled the corners of his mouth, "If my father really knows, he will understand. However, compared with me, you'd better worry about yourself. The meaning of the stolen things has changed. You are just constantly proving how correct your father's decision was at that time! "Mo Han was completely infuriated by Mo Liancheng's words, and suddenly got up. The anger in his eyes was like a prairie fire, which was unstoppable. "Mo Liancheng, I tell you, don't think you are invincible with plan f in hand. You don't even want to step into the door of Mohan group. I said, you can do it! I'm going to prove it to you. It's just a Mohist group. If I want to, I'll destroy it. I don't need your charity! I have this ability, even if my father is here, I dare to confront him like this! "

With that, Mo Han threw down a few hundred yuan bills and walked out of the coffee shop with a black face.

Looking at Mo Han's strange back, Mo Liancheng sighed deeply, and he finally understood how hard his sister had been in Melbourne these years. That kind of inner struggle and suffering, no matter how much money and high status, can not comfort.

If not, Mo Han will not return to Jiangcheng. As for the reason behind this, Mo Liancheng is still investigating.

He got up and walked out of the coffee shop. Black Bentley stopped by the side of the road. Ever since Zhonglin went missing, moliancheng had never asked for a driver again. He was always alone.

Mo Liancheng's face became more and more pale. If she didn't quickly enrage Mo Han and let her leave in a rage, he might not be able to hold on. He tugged at the door of the car. It was difficult for him to do so.

Big beads of sweat fell from the sideburns and dampened the collar...

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