Chapter 391： How to reward me

Chapter 391 How to Reward Me

On the 27th of the twelfth lunar month, MS Group officially has a holiday and will go to work on the eighth day of the first lunar month.

At noon this day, the company had dinner for the last time. In the afternoon, Mo Xiuchen turned away everything and accompanied Wen Ran to go shopping.

"Of course, do you want to buy something?"

Mo Xiuchen took Wen Ran's hand and walked on the crowded street. These days, no matter what the time period, there were too many people.

He paid attention to his side, not allowing anyone to squeeze her. Behind him, Qingfeng and Qingyang followed from a distance. Since the day they protected Wen Ran’s safety, they had not dared to take it carelessly. Wherever Wen Ran went, they followed her. Where.

These days, they have been very calm, but their vigilance has never been lowered.

Xiao Wenqing and Wu Tianyi have not heard from them. They appeared in City B for a while. I don’t know where they hid. As the Spring Festival approaches, Mo Xiuchen is also more cautious, based on his understanding of Xiao Wenqing and Wu Tianyi. , This year, they will not do nothing.

"I can't remember what to buy at once. Otherwise, we will buy what we see in a while, and if we don't meet the one we like, we will not buy anything."

Wen Ran hasn't been shopping like this for a long time. What's more, Mo Xiuchen is still going shopping with her, both excited and happy.

She looked around. This street is very lively because it sells Chinese New Year goods.

Even if you don’t buy anything, it’s fun to go out and stroll around and enjoy the new year.

Mo Xiuchen’s mouth was curved in a perfect arc, and his eyes gently looked at Wen Ran’s clear and bright smile, “Well, this afternoon, you have the final say, you can buy as much as you want.”

"Xiuchen, you are so kind!"

Wen Ran smiled and pointed to the shop in front that currently writes Spring Festival couplets and said: "Let’s go there and see, Xiuchen, can you write Chinese calligraphy?"

Mo Xiuchen's pen writing is very beautiful, vigorous and powerful, both bold and elegant. I don't know if he can write Chinese calligraphy.

Mo Xiuchen looked in the direction of her fingers. An elderly person sitting at the table in front of the store was writing a spring festival couplet. His eyes dimmed with a smile: "Of course, you want to see me write calligraphy. ?"

"If you can write."

Blinked gently and playfully, causing Mo Xiuchen to laugh heartily: "Okay, but if I can write, I can satisfy you. What rewards?"

Wen Ran was startled, and was stunned by Mo Xiuchen's handsome and charming smile. Seeing people around looking towards them, she lowered her voice and asked, "What reward do you want?"

Mo Xiuchen's eyes flashed a calculation, the corner of his mouth smiled, with three-point evil charm, lowered his head, and whispered in her ear: "Tonight, you go up and down!"

Wen Ran's small face turned red.

I don't know if it was because of the heat sprayed in her ears, or because of the deep hint and ambiguity in his words, her heartbeat followed the rhythm, staring at him fiercely, pouting her mouth and ignoring him.

"Of course, do you still want to see me write?"

Mo Xiuchen smiled thickly at the corner of his mouth, no matter what Wen Ran's expression is, he likes it tightly, and his eyes are deep and playful.

"It only takes me to be satisfied."

Wen Ran, unwilling to show weakness, raised his chin like a queen.

"Deal!"

Mo Xiuchen readily agreed, took her a few steps to the front of the shop, and shouted at the others around the table: "Please let me!"

Facts have proved that being handsome has many advantages.

Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran are handsome men and beautiful women. Even if they don't speak, their breath is noble and elegant. When other people see them, they all give way.

The old man at the table just finished writing a pair of couplets. He looked up and saw Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran. A gleam of light flashed in his eyes. He smiled and asked, "Ms. Mo and Mrs. Mo, do you want to write couplets too?"

Wen Ran blinked in surprise, this old man actually knew them.

Mo Xiuchen smiled and said, "Master, I want to borrow your pen, ink, paper and inkstone and write a couplet by myself. The price is according to your rules."

The people next to me didn’t know Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran, but they felt familiar. At this moment, I heard the old man talk about it. Some people said, “They are the president and wife of MS Group. Last time, I have seen them on TV, but they themselves look more handsome and prettier."

The piercing gaze of the old man swept over Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran, stood up with a smile, and gave him his position: "President Mo, please feel free to!"

Mo Xiuchen took the writing brush he handed over, “Master, you don’t have to stand up. I won’t sit, just stand and write.”

***

Mo House

When Mo Zixuan went back, Mo Jingteng was sitting in the living room smoking a cigarette.

In the deserted living room, he was alone, not even the bodyguard, waiting by his side.

Mo Zixuan walked into the living room with a three-pointed smile on his face, walked to the sofa, and asked concerned: "Dad, why are you sitting here smoking a cigarette? The weather outside today is very good. I will accompany you out to the yard. Take a walk!"

Mo Jingteng raised his head and glanced at Mo Zixuan, "Have you contacted your mother?"

Mo Zixuan was startled, and shook his head and said, “Dad, since my mom left, she has not contacted me. Why are you asking this suddenly?”

Mo Jingteng snorted coldly, "If she contacts you, you must tell me."

"I know."

Mo Zixuan finished speaking, sat down beside Mo Jingteng, and asked casually, "Dad, do you know that Wen Ran is not Wen Hongrui's daughter?"

Mo Jingteng was putting the cigarette into his mouth. Hearing the words, he acted and looked at Mo Zixuan sharply: "Wen Ran is not Wen Hongrui's daughter? Who do you listen to."

Since Mo Xiuchen told reporters about Xiao Wenqing's elopement with others, Mo Jingteng has not been out. These days, even if it is company affairs, he arranges by phone.

A sneer flashed in Mo Zixuan's eyes, "Dad, I knew Wen Ran's life experience a long time ago. Do you remember that Zhou Lin and I went to F City to take wedding photos? At that time, Zhou Lin stayed in F City to investigate. Wen Ran's life experience."

Mo Jingteng narrowed his eyes, "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Mo Zixuan's face changed, and his voice was slightly depressed: "At that time, for some reason, I didn't have time to say. Later, my mother let someone erase my memory of Wen Ran. It was a few days ago. I just remembered. These days, I have investigated Wen Ran again, and it turns out that she is Gu Yan's daughter."

A shocked expression appeared on Mo Jingteng's face.

"Old Gu's daughter?"

The relationship between him and Gu Yan is not as close as brothers like Mo Xiuchen and Gu Kai, but they have known each other for decades. They can be regarded as old friends.

Gu Kai’s wife died of depression because she missed their daughter day and night.

"Could it be that Wen Ran was the little girl who saved Xiu Chen?"

(End of this chapter)