Chapter 879： Don't understand

Chapter 879

Less than five minutes after Lu Zhiyan left, Mo Zixuan knocked on the door of Mo Xiuchen’s office. He said as soon as he came in:

"I just ran into Lu Zhihui downstairs, did you find him?"

Mo Xiuchen was sitting in a leather swivel chair behind his desk. He was working. He raised his eyes when he heard Mo Zixuan’s words and scanned him coldly, “Well, I’m looking for him.”

Mo Zixuan closed the door and walked towards him, "I ran into Cheng Jia in the hospital just now."

"Mo Jingteng looked for her?"

Mo Xiuchen took the hand of the mouse away, sat up straight, and looked at Mo Zixuan sharply.

He originally planned to clean up Cheng Jia a few days ago, but Luo Haofeng negotiated terms with the two shareholders who had an affair with Cheng Jia. He didn't want to cause any changes, so he didn't move her for the time being.

Anyway, Cheng Jia had either a foot injury or a broken hand during this period. She couldn't afford any storms for the time being. Mo Xiuchen wanted to wait for Mo Jingteng's incident before slowly picking up Cheng Jia.

Unexpectedly, she and Mo Jingteng are still in contact.

It seemed that Mo Jingteng was the one who continued to toss without dying for one day. He had a stroke, and he was looking for Cheng Jia.

"Maybe, but Cheng Jia's appearance doesn't look good. On such a hot day, she was so tightly wrapped up that she would hide when she saw me."

Mo Zixuan recalled the situation at that time. He met Cheng Jia while taking the elevator. She greeted him with a flustered expression.

What puzzled him the most was her dressing like dumplings. On such a hot day, Cheng Jia, who always liked to dress up, actually wore long clothes and trousers, even wearing a scarf.

Mo Xiuchen listened to Mo Zixuan's words, his eyes squinted slightly.

"When did you meet Cheng Jia?" His tone was so heavy that Mo Zixuan became nervous, "When I went to the hospital, it was an hour ago."

Mo Xiuchen thought flashed under his eyes, and immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed Qingfeng's number.

"Ink less."

The phone rang twice, and the voice of Qingfeng came.

Mo Xiuchen said in a deep voice: "You immediately go to the place where Cheng Jia lives and see if she is at home. If she is at home, you will monitor her for these two days."

"Okay, I will go now." Qingfeng immediately came to the spirit when he heard that he had a task, and his tone was respectful and serious.

Mo Xiuchen hung up the phone and asked Mo Zixuan: "How is Mo Jingteng's situation?"

Mo Zixuan's mouth evoked a sneer, "What else can he do? The doctor said that he can only spend his whole life in bed, but his temper is getting bigger and bigger, and he gets angry with just a few words."

Mo Xiuchen sneered twice. Seeing Mo Zixuan’s depressed face, he was suddenly in a good mood: "He is angry at you? In this situation, he shouldn't be angry at you."

He has already had a showdown with Mo Jingteng. At this time, shouldn't he grab the life-saving straw of Mo Zixuan? How dare you lose your temper at Mo Zixuan.

Mo Zixuan frowned, with a hint of anger in his tone: "In his eyes, I will always be useless. Even if he only has a breath, he won't really pin his hopes on me. Mo Xiuchen, you are the only one. He is the heir to the group he identified."

It's just a pity that the heir Mo Xiuchen didn't care about his company, and didn't want to listen to his arrangements and be controlled by him.

Mo Xiuchen coldly said disapprovingly: "He has no recognized heir. In his eyes, we are all chess pieces, but we have different functions."

"Yes, we are all chess pieces, one thing I have never understood."

Mo Zixuan frowned suspiciously, he really didn't understand.

"what?"

Mo Xiuchen asked casually, and raised his cup to drink water.

Mo Zixuan looked at Mo Xiuchen and said, "At first, I thought that the old man didn't like you because he let you fend for yourself. Even my mother and Wu Tian tried to kill you again and again, but he also kept his eyes closed. Eyes, let you wander through the ghost gate."

Mo Xiuchen felt that the only advantage of not having a memory was that when Mo Zixuan said about his tragic childhood experiences, he did not feel too deeply, as if he was listening to other people’s stories.

As long as it is not everything related to Wen Ran, he can be just a listener.

Therefore, listening to Mo Zixuan's words at the moment, his expression did not change much, and the handsome eyebrows were more indifferent.

Mo Zixuan paused. Seeing Mo Xiuchen's expression indifferent, he found it very boring, but halfway through, he continued to say, "But then, he let you join the company and he didn't talk about it. Cultivate your own power and take control of the group. Even, knowing that you hate him, you still make you the president."

Mo Xiuchen did not speak, I wonder if he heard what Mo Zixuan said. He leaned back into the chair lazily, holding the cup in both hands, staring down at the liquid in the cup.

"At that time, I felt that he loves you again. Maybe, he didn't pay attention to you before, just to train you as his heir, but his behavior is strange. When you happen to him because of Ranran When there was a conflict, when he didn't want to follow his orders, he let me enter the company again to contain you."

"I am in conflict with him because of Ranran?"

Mo Xiuchen finally spoke, and his question was expected by Mo Zixuan.

"You really don't care about everything except Wen Ran."

Mo Zixuan's mouth evokes a smile, but this smile seeps into a trace of complex emotions, there are ridicule, bitterness, and incomprehension of Mo Xiuchen's infatuation.

Mo Xiuchen squinted his eyes, ignoring his mockery, his eyes sharp and cold.

Whenever he had this expression, Mo Zixuan would feel uncomfortable, and he couldn't bear the cold aura that radiated from him. He pursed his lips and said stiffly: "At that time, there was an accident in the Commercial Building. Ranran, in the name of the president's wife, assured the family of the deceased that they would find out the cause of the accident, but the old man wanted to make the big things smaller and the trivial ones. You are biased towards Ranran, so you have a conflict with him."

"So, he asked you to return to the company to contain me?"

Mo Xiuchen smiled with disdain, but this was really Mo Jingteng's method.

It seems that he has always wanted to control him, but has not been able to do so. Therefore, when he lost his memory, he felt that it was the best opportunity, and he had everything afterwards.

Mo Zixuan nodded, Mo Xiuchen was too shrewd.

"You have said so much, what do you know?" Mo Xiuchen put down his cup and looked at Mo Zixuan in a leisurely manner.

Mo Zixuan smiled and raised his eyebrows and said: "Aren't you always smart? I have said so much, but you still don't understand what I want to say, Mo Xiuchen, have you become stupid after losing your memory?"

Mo Xiuchen cast him a contemptuous look, "You don’t understand, does Mo Jingteng have father-son affection for me, right?"

(End of this chapter)