Chapter 609

At this moment, the office door was pushed open from the outside.

Su Ziyue stretched her neck to look over, and found that it was not Qin Muchen who came in, but a colleague from the secretary's office.

Well, now LK's employees are all her colleagues.

"Mrs."

As soon as the man came in, he looked around the room. When he saw Su Ziyue, her eyes lit up instantly, and she strode towards this side.

"I am also an employee of LK now, and my position is no higher than yours. You can call me by my name directly." Su Ziyue leaned back, her head tilted to one side, her voice was weak, she was really tired these days.

The colleague smiled shyly: "The president asked me to come in and let you know. He will leave first if he has a social occasion. The driver is waiting for you downstairs. When you want to go back, just go down."

"Entertainment?" Su Ziyue sat up straight and raised her voice in surprise.

The colleague was slightly taken aback, not knowing why Su Ziyue reacted so strongly, but she still nodded: "Yes."

"I see, thank you."

Su Ziyue couldn't care less, got up and walked outside.

Qin Muchen usually doesn't like socializing, so how could he suddenly want to socialize and why not come and talk to her in person?

And when she was looking at the itinerary, Qin Muchen didn't entertain her.

The one who can make Qin Muchen take the initiative to socialize temporarily must have a great background.

However, Qin Muchen was never a social person.

My heart was full of doubts.

When he saw Nan Chuan at the company's front desk, his doubts amplified to the maximum.

Su Ziyue walked over and asked him directly: "Nanchuan, why are you still in the company and didn't go with Qin Muchen?"

Nan Chuan turned his head, seeing that it was Su Ziyue, his expression suddenly became respectful.

However, what he said to her was at a loss: "Where are you going?"

"Someone from the secretary's office told me just now that Qin Muchen had a temporary engagement." Su Ziyue truthfully told what he knew.

Nan Chuan also understood Qin Muchen's temperament, and he couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes when he heard her say that.

Qin Muchen usually doesn't like to socialize, let alone throw Su Ziyue in the company to socialize, let alone Su Ziyue, even Nan Chuan doesn't believe in such a thing.

After thinking quickly, Nanchuan immediately made a decision: "I'll ask them, I'll send you home first."

The "they" he mentioned were the subordinates who were always by Qin Muchen's side.

"Alright." No matter what, she had to go home first. With Nan Chuan coming forward, there would be news about Qin Muchen soon. What if Qin Muchen had already returned home?

If he really went to the party alone, he would most likely feel bored and leave the venue halfway and go home directly.

...

Qin Muchen was driving alone on the wide road.

He didn't take Nanchuan or any other subordinates with him.

This road is neither the direction to a high-end club in the city, nor the direction to return to Morgwynn Castle.

Until the car stopped in front of a familiar villa, he quickly walked in after getting out of the car.

Mo Xiyi was about to go out.

If Qin Muchen's grandmother really died of mental illness, even if the Mogewen family sealed off all the insiders, there would always be someone who slipped through the net.

With his current status in the medical field, if he went to the mental hospital to find out a little bit about the situation, there would still be someone willing to take the initiative to tell him something.

Even if those people dare not tell him anything, he can check it himself.

However, just as he came out of the laboratory, he saw Qin Muchen approaching aggressively.

He froze for a moment, reached out to help his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and then called out to him: "Sir, why are you here?"

Qin Muchen gave him a cold look, which was frighteningly cold.

Afterwards, he directly staggered away from Mo Xiyi and walked into his laboratory.

Mo Xiyi knew in his heart that Qin Muchen was looking for him for something, so he followed him and turned back.

When he entered, Qin Muchen was standing in front of his workbench expressionlessly, holding a pair of small medical tweezers in his hand and turning around.

Prime Minister Mo Xiyi looked him over carefully, and realized that Qin Muchen was using this little trick to divert his attention and hide his irritable psychology at the moment.

"Sir, what do you want from me?" Mo Xiyi walked over without talking nonsense.

As soon as Qin Mushen opened his mouth, it was a question that made Mo Xiyi a little stunned: "Recently, Su Ziyue often calls you."

Because he knew that Qin Muchen was very suspicious now, he said what he thought was the most reasonable answer: "My wife and I are innocent."

"Nonsense, of course it's impossible for Su Ziyue to have a crush on you." Qin Muchen looked at Mo Xiyi with extremely critical eyes, as if he was so bad.

No matter how calm he usually is, Mo Xiyi still choked on Qin Muchen's words and his face was a little ugly.

Qin Muchen didn't wait for his answer, and asked directly: "What does she want from you?"

Before Mo Xiyi could speak, he said, "It's about me."

Mo Xiyi suddenly raised his head to look at him, but he couldn't see through the emotion in Qin Muchen's eyes, so he could only answer: "Yes."

The laboratory suddenly fell silent, only the sound of Qin Mushen rapidly turning the tweezers.

Mo Xiyi's eyes fell on the tweezers in Qin Muchen's hand, and then turned away, frowning.

About half a minute later, Qin Muchen suddenly threw out the tweezers in his hand, and he looked at Mo Xiyi with gloomy eyes: "What did you find, and what did you tell her?"

Mo Xiyi's brows frowned even tighter, he was silent for a moment, and then said with some difficulty: "I've said everything I found."

Qin Mushen walked up to Mo Xiyi in three steps at a time, pinched Mo Xiyi's neck with one hand, and said in a cold voice, "You have been by my side for more than ten years, and you still can't tell who is the one. The one who decides your life and death? Why do you decide to discuss my affairs with Su Ziyue on your own?"

Although Mo Xiyi had long been prepared that Qin Muchen would lose control of his emotions, when he really saw it, there was still a trace of tension in his calm eyes.

"I don't know how to tell you about your illness, and you won't believe me when I tell you. If it wasn't for your wife's performance that aroused your suspicion, you wouldn't find out that something is wrong with you until now."

Any doctor, when facing a patient with a mental disorder, will have the same dilemma as him.

To put it bluntly, who would go and say 'you are mentally ill' to a mental patient?

Mo Xiyi was a little shorter than Qin Muchen. Qin Muchen grabbed his neck and lifted him up. He didn't feel well, but he didn't struggle, but it was difficult to speak.

Qin Muchen's hands pinching his neck tightened violently, and only when he saw his face turn red and purple did Qin Muchen throw him out violently.