Chapter 588

Ziling pursed her lower lip, half closed her eyes, continued to clean up, and nodded gently, "well, I know."

With a sigh, sister Zhong took out an envelope and handed it to her. "Here, this is your salary this month."

Purple Ling Leng, "Zhong Jie..."

Zhong Jie directly into her hand, "this is what you deserve."

Purple Ling carrying simple luggage, Mo City to buy things, she also did not take.

Sister Zhong arranges a car for her. Ziling is very grateful. Sitting in the car, she looks up at the villa behind her for the last time, but she habitually looks at the study in Mexico City

Su Ziyin stood in front of the window, watching the car slowly driving away, and her lips rose triumphantly. Stepping on the elegant pace, pacing back to the room, and then elegant turn a circle, happy smile.

"Su Ziling, you idiot, you are not my opponent at all! Ha ha... "

Without the stumbling block of Su Ziling, she can marry Mo Cheng and become a j next month. O。 The chief lady of the future, the future master mother of the whole Mohist school!

As for the story about fate and curse that Dad told her

It has nothing to do with her.

The driver took Ziling to the subway entrance and turned back, carrying the suitcase. Ziling stood blankly on the side of the road and didn't know where to go.

Originally, she wanted to make more money to make up for her uncle's loss. But now, let alone making money, it's a problem for her to go anywhere. If she wants to go back like this, she has no courage to face her uncle's disappointment. If she doesn't go back, where can she go?

At this time, a red convertible sports car, arrogantly from the opposite side of the road directly turn around, stop in front of her.

As soon as Ziling looked up and saw the man sitting in the car, she was stunned, "Master Sheng?"

Mo Sheng pushed open the car door and walked out smartly. Ignoring the amazing eyes of passers-by, he went straight to Ziling and said, "I'll give you two choices. One is to continue to stand here in a daze like a abandoned stray cat; the other is to accept the work I give you."

The clear and moist eyes blinked. After digesting his words, Ziling frowned in doubt, "work?"

Mo Sheng had a smile in his eyes, a face as warm as jade, shining in the sun, "yes, I don't work for Mohism any more, but for me in the future."

Not for Mocheng, not for anyone, just for him, Mo Sheng.

"But..." Purple spirit hesitates, lift Mou to look directly at him, "why?"

Mo Sheng put his hands in his pocket and turned his head lazily. He did not answer her question. Instead, he asked, "don't you want to?"

Zi Ling gazed at him and said slowly, "I don't think I'm important enough for the second young master of Mohism to come and invite him."

ink Sheng lowered his eyes and laughed low. He laughed and held his arrogance. "Ha ha, it's not important. I has the final say." Pick eyebrow, don't wait for purple spirit to reply, he arbitrarily make a decision, take over her luggage, throw behind, and put her directly into the car.

Purple spirit sullen, stare at him, "Hey, how can you..."

Mo Sheng leisurely tied up his seat belt, "monthly salary 6000, weekend annual leave, good performance, will continue to promote and raise."

Purple spirit eyes stare round, a pull him, "six thousand, is RMB?"

"Why, do you want yen?

Ziling's small face immediately bloomed into a flower like, very dogleg of even, he was his wrinkled high-grade suit skirt, "RMB good, RMB good."

Although she didn't know much about Mo Sheng, she couldn't take care of so much for her attractive monthly salary. She first solved her urgent need.

Mo Sheng lost his smile, and his eyes, which could not be explored to the end, were rippling with a layer of blue waves that purple spirit could not understand.

Mocheng pushed open the door, took off his coat, ready to change clothes, at this time, someone knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Thinking it was Ziling, he didn't even look back. He changed into a comfortable Beige V-neck casual shirt and black trousers, which were elegant and noble.

He turned and saw the man standing at the door. His brows suddenly turned up. "Why are you here?"

Su Ziyin gently put the ginseng soup on the table and said with a smile, "I've been cooking this for a long time. Please try it."

Mo Cheng's face was cold, and his deep eyes swept coldly. I didn't speak. I just came closer.

Su Ziyin was in a panic, her face was slightly red, her eyes were shy and she didn't dare to look at him.

There are a lot of men chasing her. The frequency of her changing boyfriends, even her mother, Liu su'e, can't watch it any more. However, in the face of the God like man in front of him, just a little touch in his eyes, he has been captured by his powerful aura. She's nervous, shy and even at a loss.

All around, ambiguous surging.

Mo Cheng bullied himself and bent his head. His face was so beautiful that it was suffocating. It was close at hand. Su Ziyin clenched her powder fist nervously and was short of breath.

Slowly, she closed her eyes, raised her head, looking forward to the coming kiss

All of a sudden, his voice was cold and almost heartless.

"No one told you, are you just a tool?"

Su Ziyin suddenly opened her eyes and stared at him in disbelief.Mocheng evokes the cold lips, and the loneliness and coldness that it exudes makes people retreat.

"Marriage is just a ceremony to send you to the grave. One, the real grave. " Then he went over her, opened the door and went out.

Su Ziyin froze in the same place, feeling straight down the valley, chewing his words, face worse and worse.

She gave a sneer.

A grave?

Not necessarily.

Even if it's a grave, it won't be hers.

Mo Cheng came to the study again and looked around. He didn't find purple spirit. He frowned and quit.

Just in time, a maid came up in front of me, and Mo Cheng stopped her.

"See Ziling?"

"Young master..." Little chrysanthemum startled, busy lowered his head, "no, no."

Mo Cheng waved her hand, and she left like a runaway. After a while, sister Zhong came over, pondering and telling the truth, "young master, Ziling is no longer working here."

The expression of Mo Cheng is getting colder and colder. Word by word, "not here, what do you mean?"

"The old man dismissed her."

Smell speech, Mo City's eye bottom instantly set off a turbulent wave, look cold to the extreme, no longer ask more, turn around and go straight to Mo Tieyi's study.

Even the door did not knock, he pushed the door in, "grandfather, must use this way, in order to prove your great existence?"

Mo Tieyi is talking about something on the phone. As soon as he sees it, he just tells him to hang up.

"Mo Cheng, what's your attitude?"

Mocheng comes to his grandfather. He has long hair, which shows the special charm of combining wildness and softness. Standing in front of Mo Tieyi, a symbol of Mohist power and dignity, he did not lose the slightest momentum. On the contrary, natural domineering, frightening.

"Su Ziling is my man." His cold words made his stand clear.

For that woman again!

Mo Tieyi held back his anger, stared at him and said slowly, "Mocheng, you are going to marry Ziyin next month. It's better to get rid of those women who will affect your reputation."

Mo Cheng sneered, "what if I don't agree?"

"Don't forget your mission! If you don't marry Ziyin, let alone find the reincarnation of that woman, you will lose your life! I don't care whether you like her or not. As long as she can keep you alive and save your life, she is my granddaughter-in-law! I will not let go of any woman who dares to shake you

Mocheng hook lips, lips smile, cold and fickle, "just like grandfather used to treat Xi Luo?"

From the mouth of Mo City, when he heard the name of Xi Li again, Mo Tieyi burst into a rage, "be presumptuous! That woman should have died long ago! "

Mo Cheng slowly narrowed his eyes. In the air, a cruel storm began to blow, which disturbed his dark hair.

This kind of Mo City, let Mo tie Yidu some surprise, that unusual people's aura, strong enough to make people daunted.

Every word he said, "if you dare to touch her again, I will let the whole Mohist family be buried with you."

"You..." Mo Tieyi is stunned. According to his understanding of Sun Tzu, he knows that Mo Cheng can say and do it.

But he said "she", is Su Ziling, or The dead Xi Luo

With a cold wind, Mocheng came to the gate from his grandfather's study. His sports car was parked outside. At this time, sister Zhong came quickly and stopped him, "young master, Su Ziling has been sent away!"

Mo Cheng sank a little cold breath, turned around and said coldly, "there's no place for that woman to go except here."

"Young master, she is a stranger all the time. She has nothing to do with you." Sister Zhong gazed at him, "young master, everything the old master does is for the young master and the whole family. You shouldn't blame him."

Mocheng slightly narrowed his deep eyes, lifted his thin lips, and stirred up a curve of unclear meaning. "What he wanted, I have promised him. So what do I want? "

When sister Zhong stopped, "young master, what happened to miss Xi Luo is actually..."

Suddenly, Mocheng's face changed. A small black device, two centimeters long, was taken out of his arms. There was a faint red light spot on it, jumping from time to time

Mo Cheng dashed back to the villa, went upstairs, pushed open the door of the study, opened the mechanism of the bookshelf, opened the big iron door, flashed in, and ran to the wooden door on the third floor underground.

He slowly stopped, dark eyes, flashing uncertain messy luster, fingers a little bit touched the wall mechanism, do a deep breath, decisively press down.

The wooden door opened to the sound.

In the stone chamber, only a black sarcophagus was placed.

Looking, looking, his breathing began to get a little short. Involuntarily, she slowly approached and came to the sarcophagus -

in the sarcophagus, the beautiful eyes of the woman slowly opened

Sitting on the leather sofa with different values, Ziling seems a little cramped.On the other side, Mo Sheng held a goblet and tasted the wine gracefully. He raised his eyes and said, "you will live here in the future."

"Here?"

Ziling looks around. Compared with the Mohist villa, although it covers a small area, the luxury of this lakeside villa is definitely better!

Mo Sheng put down his cup and said with a smile, "do you like it?"

Ziling suddenly thought of something, "you don't want me to be a maid here, do you?"

"Ha ha," Mo Sheng shook his head with a smile, picked up a contract and handed it to him, "signed it."

"What is this?"

"The contract of selling one's life," Mo Sheng squeezed her eyes and said in an ambiguous tone, "as long as you sign it, you will be my person in the future."

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