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Elder Mo is trying to befriend her and Fang Han?

It had not even been a year since Mo Ziran had ascended to the top and he had already subdued a quarter of the Mohist Consortium s. The amount of people Mo Ziji had followed after him for so many years was only a third.

Although Mo Ziran's methods were a bit shortsighted, but undeniably, he did make extremely effective progress.

"It's just a small matter, I don't care, I know very well what kind of person the second brother of the Mo family is, thank you for your concern, I will think about your suggestion, but after all, Father and Grandfather are in charge, so it's not appropriate for us to discuss these things in private that make the Mo family unhappy."

Mo Ziji stood up, the suit that fit him was luxurious and elegant: "Furthermore, there seem to be many elders in the consortium who like Zi Ran, so I think that my uncles might have some opinions towards Zi Ran. I think it's good that you just unraveled him."

"Eldest Young Master!" Mo Ziran has gathered a lot of people in the consortium, not to mention that most of them have a weakness in his hands, of course they would not dare to say anything. If this continued, they would also become the next target for Mo Ziran!

"Alright, I know what my uncles have told me. I will ask him about these matters. Don't worry, I won't implicate you." Mo Ziji's words were tactful and tactful, sounding a little more helpless than before.

Everyone came out of the conference room and bumped into Mo Ziran. The grievances and grievances that they accumulated from seeing Mo Ziji fail to achieve his goal had reached its peak the moment they saw him, but in the face of Mo Ziran's overbearing attitude, they became sullen and sullen.

Mo Ziran was casually dressed in a suit, his handsome and perfect face revealing a stern look. His eyes were as deep as ink and brought about a chill like ice.

His whole body's aura didn't match up at all to the fan in his hand.

His footsteps paused when he saw those people. "What, a complaint?"

Those people's anger froze when they saw the fan in his hand. What did this mean?

Mo Ziji, who was standing behind the group, was also startled, and his voice became faintly displeased: "Second brother."

Mo Ziran waved his fan a few more times: "What's wrong?"

"… …." What are you doing! " Where did he learn such bad habits! If Father saw it, what would happen?!

"Big brother, you have already finished? It just so happens that I have something I want to talk to you about. Mo Ziran secretly looked at Sun Gu, who nodded to show that he understood and noted down their names.

From the beginning till the end, Mo Ziran never took them seriously, and his attitude completely angered those people, "How long do you think you can be proud of this? Your little move will be discovered soon! So what if you are the heir to the Mo family? If you go on arrogantly, you will never be able to live to the day when you truly gain power! "

"Sixth Uncle!" Mo Ziji stared at him in dissatisfaction.

"I see that Sixth Uncle has been angered. It doesn't matter, I won't bother with you. I hope that Sixth Uncle can still talk to me like this after some time. Perhaps, he can still stand in front of me and talk to me." If it was his ability to threaten others, Mo Ziran would have already mastered it, furthermore, the one who had the ability to say those words was him, not these old fellows.

"You …" Those people were anxious and angry at the same time, "Eldest Young Master, do you not care about this? His arrogant attitude basically did not put you in his eyes! "

"Alright, all of you uncles should be tired by now. I will have a good talk with Second Bro, you should go back and rest first." Mo Ziji indicated for the assistant beside him to send them off and he looked at Mo Ziran. When his gaze landed on the fan, he stopped for a moment, and said, "Come in with me."

Mo Ziran cast a cold glance at them, and arrogantly followed Mo Ziji into the conference room, revealing his superior aura.

"Did they complain to you just now?" Mo Ziran casually sat in a spot, lazily waving the fan in his hand, his long fingers caressing the handle of the fan.

"You're still slapping! Where did you find such a strange fan? " Although the fan looked good on sight, Mo Ziran felt that it was weird.

The light in Mo Ziran's eyes moved slightly. Holding the fan, he examined it closely: "Does it look good?"

"… …." "What do you think?" Something flashed past Mo Ziji's heart, and he looked at him with some understanding, "Zhao Xi gave it to you?"

"I made it myself." Mo Ziran earnestly emphasized on these words.

Mo Ziji speechlessly stared at him, was simply bewitching!

"Why is the fan Miss Zhao made for the old man so nice? and you turn it into a woman's fan? " A hint of ridicule flashed across Mo Ziji's eyes, this bias was not limited to just one point.

"I'd love to!" Mo Ziran kicked the table, fanned himself with the fan in his hand: "I won't touch your territory, you don't have to worry, and don't hinder me either."

"If I could persuade you to stop, then you would have already." Mo Ziji's suit was so tailored that not a single fold of wrinkles could be seen on his body, "It's best for you to be careful, father's influence for so many years is not fake either."

"Of course I know this. He is the same as the old man, he is not an easy target. I still don't know how many cards the old man has in his hand." Mo Ziran's eyes were cold and harsh, traces of killing intent flowed out.

Mo Ziji looked at him, and said with an unclear tone: "Isn't Zhao Xi favored by grandfather right now? If you ask her to look into it, it might have an unexpected effect. "

"If you do that, I will be rude to you." Mo Ziran straightened his body, the hand that was waving the fan suddenly stopped, the evil aura around his body was ready to strike.

"The reason why you're working so hard is so that you can be together with Zhao Xi. Now that you have a shortcut, and because she rejected you, is there only one Zhao Xi in your eyes?"

Mo Ziran also leaned back in his chair, his eyes deep and serene, "You don't need to care."

He did not need to take this shortcut, as he would soon be able to rein in the net. There was no need for him to use this method.

"Fine, it's up to you. But aren't you acting a little too rashly? Even if you want to seize power, you don't have to be so obvious." Mo Ziji shook his head in disapproval, his voice was steady and filled with worry.

"I don't have time." Mo Ziran held the fan and had the fan spin in midair. The small and delicate words and the picture on the fan surface alternately appeared in front of his eyes. His gaze, however, fell upon a line of small engravings on the fan handle.

my

Best

love

in

The

World, Rampx.

My favorite thing in the world.

During the night, a cool breeze blew past, and when the balcony door was opened, Zhao Xi was already used to it.

Mo Ziran was casually wearing a white shirt with two buttons undone. His beautiful neck was tied perfectly to his collarbone.

The fan was still in his hand.

"It looks pretty good." Zhao Xi walked over with a smile and played with the fan.

"..." "Humph!"

Mo Ziran turned his head around in disdain and sat down on a single sofa. He raised his leg and waved his fan: "Since you said I'm your favorite, I won't be angry with you."

"…"

He was clearly in the wrong before, but now, he spoke as though he was showing his benevolence and didn't mind it at all.

"Brother Ziran, you have nothing to do today?" Weren't they always busy in the past? Often he couldn't even find him on the phone.

"It's quite busy." Mo Ziran looked at the cup on the table, and took a sip extremely naturally, "So I found some time to come and see you."

"…"

Should she thank him?

"Are you still not free to come into the garden? Grandfather is good to you? " This was a critical time for Mo Ziran. If he was feared by the old man, his days would be very difficult.

The old man seemed to be someone that even Mo Ziran's father was wary of.

"Are you worried about me?" Mo Ziran raised his eyebrows, and patted on the place on his thigh, "Come sit."

His tone was like he was calling out to a kitten and a puppy.

Zhao Xi walked over and sat on his lap. The two of them were very close, and Zhao Xi could clearly see the doting look in Mo Ziran's eyes.

Mo Ziran caressed her long hair, his long knuckles running through her hair, his lips curling up.

"How are you?" Right now, Zhao Xi was trying really hard not to let Mo Ziran lead the way with their conversation. Even if Mo Ziran had to say all sorts of things, she would forcefully change the topic.

"The only reason the old man gave such an order was to emphasize that I can't see you. Normally, we can't just casually come in without his order, so it doesn't have any effect on me." Mo Ziran fanned Zhao Xi with his fan, "Is it cool?"

"…" Zhao Xi looked at the cold air in the room, "It's pretty cool."

The smile in Mo Ziran's eyes became even more pronounced, "My god.

Best

love

in

The

What does world mean? "

"..." Zhao Xi's face turned red, her mind quickly tried to change the subject, but she suddenly thought of something, and was puzzled: "Then why can Fang Han come to find me often?"

Previously, Fang Han had been out of the garden all day, and no matter where she went, he could easily find her. Even the number of times the old man had sought her had mysteriously decreased.

"…"

Mo Ziran's face sunk, his eyes became cold and his Qi became stronger, to the point that Zhao Xi could see the killing intent coming out from his eyes.

Seeing his expression, Zhao Xi was momentarily shocked. Thinking back to what the old man had said to her before, as well as how he arranged her by Fang Han's side during the banquet, a thought gradually formed in his mind.

"It can't be?"

Was the old gramps trying to get her and Fang Han together?

Mo Ziran was his biological grandson!