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

Bai Xiaoxiao knew that her words were like a knife cutting into Wen Ran's heart, but she had to say it. She could not keep watching Wen Ran sink into the abyss of love and pain.

She understood Wen Ran. If she had sworn such a vicious oath today, she would not dare to break her oath. Maybe, people are like this, they don't care about themselves, but they care about the people they care about.

(Not only Wen Ran is like this, Bai Xiaoxiao is like this, most people are like that, just like someone usually sends some message, and then someone who doesn’t forward it and the whole family dies or something, even though they know that those are not trustworthy, they still let them know. People feel extremely uncomfortable.)

What's more, Wen Ran still made an oath.

She lowered her eyes slightly, pursed her lips and stopped talking.

In her mind, she was considering Bai Xiaoxiao's proposal. If Xiu Chen was really unwilling to let go, she might have no choice but to do this.

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In City G, Mo Xiuchen hung up the phone, a cold light flashed across his deep eyes, and his thin lips pursed into a firm straight line.

He wanted to find out the truth in the shortest possible time.

Since Gu Kai and others knew the inside story and kept it secret, and Mo Jingteng lied to him, he could only pry the answer from Cheng Jia's mouth.

Putting down his cell phone, Mo Xiuchen dialed the internal number and told his secretary to cancel tonight's dinner. He picked up the car keys and left the office, went downstairs, opened the door of Mo Zixuan's office and went in.

In the office, Mo Zixuan was burying his head in documents. When he saw him coming in, a look of surprise appeared on his handsome face: "What's the matter?"

Mo Xiuchen walked to the sofa and sat down, and said to him, "I'll make a deal with you."

"trade?"

Mo Zixuan frowned and looked at Mo Xiuchen warily.

"Um!"

Mo Xiuchen lazily leaned into the sofa, his slender legs stretched out casually, and his eyes faintly glanced at Mo Zixuan behind the desk.

Mo Zixuan hesitated for a moment, stood up, walked over, sat down on the sofa next to him, looked at Mo Xiuchen's handsome face with sculpted features inquiringly, and said calmly: "If you still want to ask about Wen Ran, then I still say the same thing, I don’t know, and you don’t have to make a deal with me. If you want to know, just ask the old man or Cheng Jia.”

The corner of Mo Xiuchen's mouth curled up, but it did not form a smile, but a hint of sarcasm and disdain, which made Mo Zixuan frown.

"Don't worry, I'm not asking you to tell me about Ran Ran."

"Then what else do you want?"

Mo Zixuan didn't believe what he said. Although Mo Xiuchen had lost his memory and didn't know the past grudges between them, their relationship was still distant.

He may not hate Mo Xiuchen, but he cannot like a brother who is better than him in every aspect. What's more, the knot in his heart for so many years cannot be solved in a day or two.

That day, Mo Zixuan told Mo Xiuchen that Haochen had a share in it and was not helping him.

Because he had given Wen Jin photos of Cheng Jia before, Luo Haofeng was among the people who went to see them that afternoon. He guessed that Luo Haofeng would definitely use those photos for something.

Even if he didn't tell Mo Xiuchen, MS Group couldn't win against Haochen, so he made a favor and chose between him and Mo Jingteng to stand with him when necessary.

Mo Xiuchen was not in a hurry to speak, but looked at Mo Zixuan deeply.

Mo Zixuan only felt an invisible oppressive aura rushing toward him. He subconsciously pursed his lips, looked away, and avoided his eyes.

About half a minute later, Mo Xiuchen spoke, his deep voice revealing an indomitable air of innate kingliness that Mo Zixuan did not have when he became president.

Awe-inspiring.

"Go and make an appointment with Cheng Jia and ask her to tell the truth."

Mo Zixuan opened his eyes wide in shock, as if he couldn't believe what Mo Xiuchen said. If he wanted to know the truth, why should he let him ask if he didn't ask.

Thinking like this, he asked: "Why don't you ask yourself? Cheng Jia loves you so much that she will tell you everything if you just say a word."

Mo Xiuchen sneered coldly and said disdainfully: "I don't want to hear lies, let alone see her."

He reached into his pocket, took out a recording pen and handed it to him: "No matter what method you use, as long as you can make Cheng Jia tell the truth.

"Why should I help you?"

Mo Zixuan frowned and asked displeasedly.

Mo Xiuchen's eyes paused on his face for a moment, and he placed the recorder on the coffee table. His big, jointed hand did not retract, but his long fingers were bent, and his fingers unconsciously tapped the glass table, but his handsome facial features were here. There was a hint of coldness in the knocking sound, and he said coldly: "You used to be the president of MS Group. Later, you committed a crime, and the old man asked me to come back and take your place. Don't you want to sit on the top position of president again?" , as long as you let Cheng Jia tell the truth, I will return the position of president to you."

Mo Zixuan seemed to have heard a joke and smiled disapprovingly: "I am no longer interested in the position of president. Why don't you trade with me for something else."

"What?"

Mo Xiuchen's half-narrowed eyes flashed with sharpness, and he leaned forward from the sofa where he had been leaning. In an instant, the aura released from his body made Mo Zixuan feel more and more oppressive.

Although he had not been back to China for a long time, and he was on a business trip these days, and his daily schedule was full, he briefly checked his and Wen Ran's past.

What was most reported in the media was when Xiao Wenqing revealed Wen Ran's life experience. Almost all the newspapers in that month were related to him and Wen Ran.

Naturally, he also knew that Mo Zixuan liked his Ranran.

Sure enough, as he expected, Mo Zixuan smiled and said, "I'll help you find out the truth. Don't bother Ran Ran anymore."

"Exchange other conditions." Mo Xiuchen refused his request without thinking.

Are you kidding? He asked the truth just to restore the relationship between him and Ranran. He was very confident and calm, and knew that he had to find out the reason before he could restore it.

"There are no other conditions, that's it. Otherwise, you can find someone else."

Mo Zixuan insisted. He knew that Wen Ran had sworn a vow never to be with Mo Xiuchen again. Therefore, when Mo Xiuchen came back, Wen Ran hid in City C and did not show up.

In this case, he hoped that Mo Xiuchen could give up trying to save Wen Ran, stop disturbing her, and stop making her so embarrassed and painful.

Mo Xiuchen's expression darkened, and he really reached out to take back the recording pen, and said coldly: "Mo Zixuan, you don't have to do this. I can find someone else to do it. I know that you also like Ran Ran, but , but it is mine, it was before, and it will be in the future."

After he finished speaking, he walked away.

Mo Zixuan half-opened his mouth, looking at the door panel that Mo Xiuchen had slammed shut, and cursed angrily: "Mo Xiuchen, you are alone now, who else can help you except me."

After cursing, he cursed again, stood up and chased out of the office, calling to Mo Xiuchen who had walked a few meters away: "Wait a minute!"