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

Across the phone, of course Mo Jingteng, who was far away in D City, couldn't see Mo Xiuchen's expression at this moment. He was very satisfied with the coldness in Mo Xiuchen's tone.

Mo Xiuchen, who has lost his memory, is now a chess piece in his hand. He will listen to whatever he says.

do what.

He is more than a hundred times better than the son who argued with him about everything before.

He hoped that Mo Xiuchen's memory would never be recovered.

In this way, he can continue to develop the MS Group, which he has worked hard all his life to develop to this point, to another new level.

"Okay, then I'll wait until you come back."

Mo Jingteng asked some more questions about the situation in country D. Mo Xiuchen answered them one by one. After chatting for nearly twenty minutes, he hung up the phone with satisfaction.

Mo Xiuchen half-leaned on the bedside and opened the message sent a few days ago.

Looking at those strange exchanges of information, the coldness between his brows dissipated unconsciously.

Although both times he took the initiative to send messages to each other.

Moreover, after he responded to her message, she stopped responding to his message.

But such a strange exchange, still with a stranger, he found interesting.

He read the message again and pondered for a moment.

I started editing the content, and as soon as I wrote two words, the doorbell rang.

Mo Xiuchen paused slightly while editing the information, raised his eyes in the direction of the door, then lowered his head and continued editing the information.

After he finished writing, the doorbell stopped ringing, but before his message was sent, the cell phone rang.

Mo Xiuchen pressed the hang up button without hesitation, his handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a hint of displeasure appeared in his eyes.

The person who rang the doorbell was Cheng Jia, and the person who dialed his phone was also Cheng Jia.

She didn't know what she was going to do this late at night, but no matter what happened to her, Mo Xiuchen didn't want to talk to her.

He sent the message, and within ten seconds, Cheng Jia called again.

Mo Xiuchen didn't hang up this time and pressed the answer button with his slender fingers.

Without waiting for the other party to speak, he said coldly, "I'm going to bed. If you have anything to do, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Mo Xiuchen could imagine Cheng Jia's expression outside the door at this moment.

Thinking that she must be disappointed and sad, he felt inexplicably relieved.

I doubt again, did I really like her before?

Probably not.

A certain thought flashed through his mind. He narrowed his eyes, slightly raised the corners of his lips, and dialed Mo Jingteng's number.

After the phone rang twice, Mo Jingteng's voice came, "Xiu Chen, is there anything else?"

Mo Xiuchen sat up slightly, calmed his expression, and said calmly, "Dad, I want Cheng Jia to go back to China and rest for a while."

"Let Cheng Jia return to China. Why? Did she make you unhappy?"

Mo Jingteng asked in surprise.

He knew that Mo Xiuchen had been very indifferent to Cheng Jia during this period.

He didn't seem to believe that Cheng Jia was his fiancée, but he just lost his memory. No matter what relationship he had with her before, he was not interested in her now.

"Her foot is sprained. She stays here and thinks about work every day. She is worried and can't have a good rest. They say that it will last for a hundred days. I'm afraid that if she continues like this, her foot will never get better. If she stays here any longer, Whatever the sequelae are, it won’t be good.”

Mo Xiuchen's voice was low and gentle. Although he didn't say how much he felt sorry for Cheng Jia, there was concern in his words.

However, this kind of concern makes people unable to think of anything else.

Hearing his words, Mo Jingteng suddenly became confused.

"Xiuchen, you have lost your memory and you still care so much about Cheng Jia. It seems that you have been getting along well during this period. But does Cheng Jia know?"

"I haven't told her yet, Dad, it doesn't matter what Cheng Jia and I were like in the past, because I have forgotten that now, apart from being a secretary at work, she is just a friend at most to me."

Mo Xiuchen's voice suddenly became weaker.

Mo Jingteng was startled when he heard this, and then laughed, "Xiuchen, you mean that you are not sure what your future will be like, right?"

"Well, Cheng Jia has some abilities, but she is just a secretary. There are many better ladies and ladies than her."

After saying that, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he felt very happy.

He knew that the old man must understand what he meant.

Cheng Jia had no family background, but she had saved him once.

It was one thing for him to like her before, but now he is no longer interested in her.

In a matter of minutes, he could find a woman who was more suitable to be the wife of the president of MS Group than Cheng Jia.

He didn't really want to find someone of equal standing, but he just wanted Mo Jingteng to get Cheng Jia back so that he could have some peace and quiet.

Mo Jingteng thought about it for a few seconds on the other end of the phone, and said without objection or help, "Xiuchen, since you want Cheng Jia to go back to China to rest, then let her come back. I will arrange for someone to pick her up at the airport. that is."

Mo Jingteng may not have been unhappy when he agreed to Cheng Jia's request.

But it was because he couldn't find a more suitable candidate for a while that he chose Cheng Jia.

Now that Xiu Chen doesn't want her, she can't blame him.

**

In City C, Wen Ran had just returned to the office after a meeting when he received the message from Mo Xiuchen.

The meeting didn't end until ten o'clock. Coming out of the conference room, Wen Ran said to Tan Mu behind him, "Wait for me and I'll get you some information."

Qin Mu smiled slightly and said in a gentle tone, "I'll go with you to save you the trouble of running around."

He had not forgotten that Wen Ran, like him, had just escaped from death not long ago.

Her body may not have been well taken care of yet, so he didn't want to make her tired if it could reduce her workload.

Although it was only a distance between upstairs and downstairs, Wen Ran wouldn't be tired, but Qin Mu didn't think so.

Tan Mu followed Wen Ran into the office, and Wen Ran found the information he wanted.

As soon as she handed it to him, the childish and funny ringtone that sounded that night suddenly came from behind her desk.

"Master, that guy sent you a message again."

Wen Ran's eyes changed slightly, and her body froze because of the ringing.

He paused in the middle of handing over the information and quickly turned his head to look at his desk.

Qin Mu was also startled.

He looked at her changing emotions, and a touch of bitterness flashed through his heart.

But the corners of his lips curved slightly, he reached out to take the information in her hand, and said gently, "You go ahead, I'll go back to the office first."

After hearing his words, Wen Ran turned back, her eyes flickered, and she smiled reluctantly, "Okay."

Tan Mu didn't stop, took the information, turned around and left her office.

Seeing the door closed, Wen Ran immediately returned to his desk, opened the drawer, and took out the mobile phone he had put in the drawer before the meeting.

She quickly unlocked it and read the message.

"I got a new secretary today, and I'm in a good mood."

Wen Ran felt inexplicably agitated and read the message again.

He carefully understood the meaning of Mo Xiuchen's message.

Every time she read it, her heart beat faster. After reading it a few times, she suddenly didn't dare to think about it anymore.