C1757

Qianmo group.

Office of the president.

Mo Ye stands in front of the floor to floor window of the office. His elegant figure seems to bow a little bit. The four corner lights fell, and the shadow was a little heavy. The rest of the office is very low.

He looked out of the window at the thousands of prosperous, full of sorrow in his eyes.

The special assistant standing not far away is as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. He clasped his hands, his eyes drooping, staring at the cell phone in his hand.

The sharp "cold arrow" pierced through the barriers set up by them in the dark net, and flew straight to them.

It's not long before they're going to pierce their core.

The situation of the other party is not clear, and what kind of purpose does it hold?

Once the "arrow" pierces the last firewall, their business for so many years will fall short.

If the other party is from Qingyun station, the consequences are even more unimaginable.

Not to mention that the huge wealth is lost, they will be sentenced, and they will lose their personal freedom and die in prison.

"Mr. Mo"

Seeing, the other party has broken the penultimate firewall, but the people on their side have not found any way to resist. The assistant couldn't stand any longer and took two steps forward.

"Lin Sheng, it's a blessing, not a disaster. It can't be avoided."

Mo Ye doesn't look back.

Hearing this, the special assistant stepped slightly. He looks at Mo Ye's back and feels sad.

"Mr. Mo?"

"Call madam Qian and ask her to leave the city immediately."

"Mr. Mo, what about you?"

Special help is very flustered.

"I have my own arrangements."

This is the worst plan for Lin Sheng.

"Mr. Mo, why don't you and Mrs. Qian leave together?"

"No

Mo Ye raises his eyes slightly and looks out of the window. The boundless black sky and the flowing neon interweave into a gorgeous and chaotic picture.

His mood is extremely complicated.

In addition to anger, there is also reluctance.

He wanted to meet the man for a while.

"Mr. Mo, think about it again..."

Special help knows what kind of consequences Mo ye will bear if he stays. He is over fifty years old, although he is still in good health. But in places like prisons, there is no day and night. Anything can happen, and both the body and the mind will collapse.

Now leave for uninhabited island. Although isolated from the world, but at least can be free to spend the rest of his life.

"Go down..."

With his hands behind him, Mo Ye leans forward slightly. Looking from afar, it has a bit of aging appearance.

His tone was very low.

Looking at his back, he felt sad and his throat was blocked.

He tightened his hands, his feet together, and gave a respectful answer.

"Yes."

The door of the office opened gently and then closed slowly.

Twenty minutes later.

Drop the bell.

Mo Ye's mobile phone on his desk suddenly rings.

He turned his head a little and didn't pick it up.

You don't have to look. Who else will call him at this time besides jingser?

"Arthur, you and I are not destined. Life and death seem impossible. Take good care of yourself... "

It was his lonely monologue.

The rapid mobile phone ring seems to have a deep anger, ring for a long time. The low pressure indoor air is more and more suffocating.

Mo ye only feels that in the air, there is a pair of invisible hands and pinches his neck.

"Mo ye, I've finally caught you..."

There was a magic word in my ear.

Mo Ye's heart shrinks, his face is ugly, and his eyes are scarlet.

"Who are you?"

He shook his dry lips to the air.

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