Flash Marriage Passionate Love: Young Master Mo Is A Wife-pampering Addict

Cheng Jia stared at her phone in a daze for a while, feeling that she couldn't wait any longer. She had to wait until Mo Xiuchen took the initiative to find her. She had to wait until Mo Xiuchen took the initiative to find her and express her attitude to him.

She was willing to do what he said, correct the shortcomings he mentioned, and start from scratch, so that he could see her in a new light.

However, the phone rang again and again, but no one answered.

Her heart was beeping one after another, as if it was being pulled by a rope. It was tight and uncomfortable, until the sound stopped automatically, and the tight rope suddenly broke!

Pursing her lips tightly, she stood up, went into the bedroom, picked out the most beautiful clothes and put them on, then sat in front of the dressing table and put on makeup carefully, picked up her bag and went out!

Half an hour later, a red taxi stopped in front of the MS Group Building. Cheng Jia paid the fare, got out of the car, looked up at the majestic building, subconsciously grabbed the strap of her bag, stepped on three-inch high heels, and headed towards the office. Walk to the building.

She worked here before, and she was resting at home after being injured. Today, when she came in, no one blocked her, and the whole journey was smooth.

Coming out of the elevator, Cheng Jia saw Mo Xiuchen and several clients coming out of the conference room at the end of the corridor. Luo Haofeng followed him, shaking hands with the clients warmly and saying something. He had handsome eyebrows and a light smile. Even when facing customers, he is not as gentle and eager as when facing Wen Ran.

The customer was obviously used to his lukewarm, dignified and aloof attitude, and still shook hands with him with a smile on his face. After saying goodbye, Luo Haofeng saw him off.

About ten meters away, Mo Xiuchen stood tall and straight in the spacious and bright corridor, with his hands in his trouser pockets and his cold eyes looking at Cheng Jia.

Facing his cold and penetrating eyes, Cheng Jia's heartbeat inexplicably skipped a beat. She pursed her lips, tried hard to control her accelerating heartbeat, and walked towards him with graceful steps.

"Master Mo, I called you just now, but you were busy and didn't answer, so I took a taxi."

Cheng Jia stopped two steps away from Mo Xiuchen and looked at him with a gentle smile.

Compared with her joy and excitement to see him, Mo Xiuchen had no extra expression on his face. He just said a faint 'hmm', walked up to his office, opened the door and went in.

Cheng Jia didn't dare to hesitate and immediately followed him into the office.

"Have all your injuries healed?"

When Mo Xiuchen spoke, he did not look back at Cheng Jia. Instead, he strode behind the black mahogany desk, pulled out the high-end swivel chair and sat down.

Cheng Jia's slender figure stood in front of the desk, looking at the man behind the desk with a pair of gentle eyes. She had not seen her for several days, not since his warning to her in the hospital that night. Saw it.

She heard that he was stabbed in City C a few days ago. Looking at him now, he didn't look bad at all. He was still the same. It seemed that Wen Ran had taken good care of him.

Thinking of Wen Ran going to C City and staying at his bedside to take care of him every day, while she could only be alone at home thinking about her day and night, her heart ached sharply again, she bit her lip hard, and she whispered: "Young Master Mo , I heard that you were injured a few days ago, are you feeling better now? Why don't you rest for a few more days and go back to work as soon as you come back."

"That little injury doesn't matter."

Mo Xiuchen picked up the thermos cup next to him, unscrewed the lid, took a sip of water gracefully, closed the lid again, put the cup back on the table, grabbed the mouse, and looked down at the computer screen.

Cheng Jia saw that he was treating her as an invisible person and started working on his own. She felt a little sad and asked proactively: "Young Master Mo, what I asked Xiao Liu to tell you and Miss Wen that day, did he tell you?"

"Yes, I told you."

Mo Xiuchen answered without raising his head. He let go of the hand holding the mouse and tapped flexibly on the keyboard with his long fingers. His handsome brows and focused eyes made people unable to look away.

Cheng Jia was fascinated by the sight, and for a moment, he forgot the purpose of his visit.

Until Mo Xiuchen left the keyboard with his fingers, finished sending the email, and looked up, he saw that she was still looking at him dreamily. His handsome brows suddenly frowned, a trace of disgust flashed across his deep eyes, and his tone was a little colder than before: " Any thing else?"

Cheng Jia finally came back to her senses and blushed slightly in embarrassment. Seeing his displeasure, she was shocked again and quickly explained: "Master Mo, I have something to do."

"Say it!"

Mo Xiuchen moved his chair half a meter behind him and leaned into the chair with his tall body, a look of coldness between his brows.

"Young Master Mo, I have thought very carefully these days and summarized my previous mistakes. I would like to ask you to give me another chance. I am willing to change those shortcomings."

"So, you asked Xiao Liu to tell me and Ranran that Zhou Mingfu was the murderer of her parents?"

Mo Xiuchen's deep eyes suddenly narrowed, and he looked sharply at Cheng Jia. The latter's heart trembled, and his voice couldn't help but lose its calmness, and was tainted with a hint of panic: "Young Master Mo, everything I said is true."

The sharpness in Mo Xiuchen's eyes disappeared, and his indifference returned in an instant, "I don't believe what you said, but I'm just a little surprised why you didn't tell me earlier and later, but only after Zhou Mingfu died. There is no proof, If you don’t have evidence that Zhou Mingfu did those things, it’s useless for me to believe you!”

The implication is that she must provide evidence to make everyone believe her.

Cheng Jia's face paled slightly and she said in embarrassment: "I overheard it accidentally. Although there is no evidence, what I said is all true. Miss Wen's parents were killed by Zhou Mingfu. He was originally He wanted to kill their family. Miss Wen was lucky enough to be safe and sound because of Young Master Wen's protection regardless of her life."

Mo Xiuchen slightly raised the corners of his lips, and a hint of ridicule appeared on his handsome face that was cold just a second ago. He looked at her with sharp scrutiny, but he just looked at her like that without saying a word.

Cheng Jia's heart suddenly rose, her hands secretly clenched into fists, and she stood stiffly in front of her desk.

Time passed minute by second, and Cheng Jia felt uneasy, spreading to her limbs bit by bit. Just when she could no longer bear Mo Xiuchen's sharp eyes, he suddenly spoke, "I never force anyone. , you should go back to find Xiao Wenqing!"

"Young Master Mo!"

When Cheng Jia heard this, her face suddenly turned pale.

The voice he shouted out had a thick vibrato!

She looked at Mo Xiuchen with red eyes, as if to say, she had already done this, why didn't he want her?

Mo Xiuchen frowned in disgust, came out from behind the desk, walked to the sofa, and looked at Cheng Jia who was following him. He exposed her unceremoniously: "On the surface, you told us sincerely. , is Zhou Mingfu the murderer who killed Ranran’s parents, or the person who tried to kidnap Ranran and destroy her innocence.”