Chapter 829

Almost one afternoon, Mo Wan almost looked for all kinds of excuses before he forced Shu Yao to pass the time in the ski resort.

When they returned to the hotel in the evening, Shu Yao held Mo wanwan's small hand, "are you tired?"

Mo Wan's subconscious direct response, "of course not tired. Where else do you want to go? I'll accompany you!"

Shu Yao looked at her and smiled softly, "don't turn around. If you can, I want you to check again for me..."

She was more or less suspicious. She always felt that the ski resort was not as simple as it looked, especially the internal accounts. She always felt that there were some small problems.

Mo Wanzheng's face was stiff and embarrassed. She hid the obscurity at the bottom of her eyes and tried to find some words to decline. When she distracted her attention by the way, Shu Yao opened again, "help me check president Li's personal computer this time. If you need anything, I'll help you."

"Er..." don't know what to say. After hesitating for a long time, he said, "well, you see, it's so late today, we might as well..."

Before she finished, I caught a glimpse of the two men who were chatting in the distant rest hall. They were well-dressed and stylish. They were pleasing to the eyes whenever and wherever they were.

"Is that Li Chenxi?" Mo wanwan suddenly opened his mouth and took advantage of Shu Yao's glance to send her past. He also took up her arm, "let's go and have a look."

Shu Yao was dragged by her all the way and hurried into the hall. As soon as they came in, Li Chenxi noticed them. Jiang Jisheng followed his eyes and saw Shu Yao, subconsciously lowering the voice, "does she know these things?"

Li Chenxi's natural eyes sank, slightly shook his head, and told him with the same low volume, "she doesn't know anything, and don't tell her."

Jiang Jisheng said it cautiously. At the same time, Mo wanwan also pulled Shu Yao over.

Because they knew each other, Shu Yao politely said hello, "President Jiang."

Jiang Jisheng didn't get up, but Qingjun's face was kind and his smile was as light as the spring breeze. "Miss an, oh, no, should I change back to miss Shu now?"

Shu Yao smiled, "just feel free."

"You're welcome. I happened to come here to do something and met Chenxi." Jiang Jisheng explained, and then looked at Mo wanwan, "this is..."

Shu Yao hurried to introduce him. Jiang Jisheng suddenly said, "Oh, this is president Lu's wife. I've heard about it for a long time. It's really a great beauty."

Mo Wan was caught off guard by the sudden praise and just laughed it off.

"President Jiang, where's Miss Xiao? Didn't you come with you?" Shu Yao asks.

Jiang Jisheng only said, "she has been busy recently, so she didn't come with me."

After a little pause, he said, "Anane was hired by a dance school to teach the children to dance every day. He can spend more time with his daughter. It's pretty good."

Shu Yao nodded slightly, "I remember Miss Xiao from primary school to become a dance teacher, which is also very suitable for her."

"Yes, the key is to help her spend some time. She doesn't have to go around me and her daughter all day. She should also have her own time and space."

Jiang Jisheng has always been very open-minded. He and Xiao Nai have been stumbling for several years. Although he always wants to provide the best life for Xiao Nai and her daughter, and doesn't want her to be too tired and too hard, staying at home as a full-time wife is completely inconsistent with Xiao Nai's temperament.

For a long time, it will only make her bored. It's good to do some work she likes and engage in her own career. It's also good to have space and time to get busy.

Shu Yao also agreed very much. They sat down and talked for a while, because the time was really a little late. In addition, after playing outside for an afternoon, she and Mo Wan were tired, so they went upstairs in the morning.

Mo wanwan was worried that Shu Yao would put forward something else again. He simply made another excuse and directly took her to the beauty spa instead of going back to her room.

Taking advantage of Shu Yao's massage, Mo night secretly informed the technician and went downstairs with light hands and feet.

She first looked around the lounge and didn't find Li Chenxi and Jiang Jisheng. She was a little confused. She happened to meet the waiter. After asking, she learned that they had gone to the lower bar.

The bar here is an all-round secret setting. Although it is called a bar, it is actually a communication place for upper class people.

The environment is beautiful, the layout is luxurious, and the slow piano music flows in my ears. In the bar, the bartender quietly prepares cocktails. In the nearby card seat, there are a few sporadic guests.

It's quiet and comfortable here. Generally speaking, it gives people a sense of comfort and relaxation.

Mo Wan came downstairs in a hurry, only wrapped in a coat and wearing a cotton Nightgown of spa. He looked a little nondescript. As soon as he walked to the door of the bar, he was stopped by the security guard.

"Miss, the spa is on the 16th floor. Please step upstairs." The security guard was very polite and straightforward.

Mo Wan's speechless low eyes looked at her clothes, which was really easy to be misunderstood by others. However, she was too anxious. She was worried that Shu Yu woke up during this period and found that she was not there, so she hurriedly said, "I came in to find someone and left after a few words."

In this way, the security guard did not stop, but bowed down respectfully and made an "please" gesture.

Mo was in it at night. After scanning for a few circles, he locked himself in Li Chenxi and Jiang Jisheng near the bar.

Her arrival really surprised both of them. Li Chenxi looked at her dignified face and knew what she wanted to talk about, so he said, "it's for comfort."

As he spoke, he opened the side bar chair for her and asked the bartender to pour her a non-alcoholic cocktail.

Mo wanwan didn't have any leisure and elegant drinking, but hurriedly said, "how long do you have to hide Shu Yao? She wondered that she was smart and couldn't hide it at all. I've found no less than a dozen excuses this afternoon!"

She is not good at lying, let alone camouflage. She always speaks frankly and goes straight. Especially for such a big thing, it is really difficult for her to deliberately hide Shu Yu.

Unlike Mo Wan's anxiety and depression, Li Chenxi's gentle handsome face showed no sign. He just put out half of his cigarette and shook the whisky at hand. The ice hit the glass and made a crisp sound.

"If you can't hide it, you should hide it." His low voice was hoarse, but there was no room for discussion. The hidden cold was still so domineering.

Don't suck the air conditioner at night, hold the edge of the bar with both hands, constantly hold your forehead and sigh, "but I can't hide it!"

She's not an actress. She really doesn't have any acting skills!

Li Chenxi's long and narrow Phoenix eyes were deep. He noticed the sadness at the bottom of Mo Wan's eyes. He couldn't help but tighten his sword eyebrows again. "You don't want to see something happen to Shu Yao!"

"What would she do if you told her?"

In a word, Mo Wan was stunned. Then he didn't have to think about it. He could also know what Shu Yao would choose to do.

In the face of major issues, she is by no means a selfish person. Especially when this matter may also involve Li Lin's safety, she will not hesitate to sacrifice herself.

Li Chenxi also sighed slightly from his lips, "and what would happen if she did this?"

If only one person can be sacrificed, an Jiayan can be completely destroyed. Then, Li Chenxi would rather replace her by himself. Will this be the case?

can't.

Never.

An Jiayan will also be an earthworm hidden in the soil. After the tail is broken, it will be reborn. If one head is cut off, two or three will emerge

This time, if Li Chenxi chose to sacrifice Shu Yao, it would be equivalent to hitting the heart of an Jiayan, because everything that followed would never be reversed. That would be the real nightmare, which was beyond everyone's expectation.