When passing by Mo Jingyuan's room, Jiang Xiaoqiao subconsciously glanced inside, the door of the room was not closed tightly, and the bag containing the shirt could be seen swaggeringly placed on the table from the crack in the door.

There was no one in the room, and Mo Andy should have already gone to the company by this time.

Jiang Xiaoqiao stared at the bag, stopped in a daze, gently pushed the door again, and walked in.

Anyway, Mo Andi took it away, and it doesn't matter if she takes it back quietly, right?

The door opened silently, and although the room was empty, she was still inexplicably a little uneasy, as if she was going to do something wrong.

Jiang Xiaoqiao unconsciously slowed down, as if he was afraid of alarming someone. I just walked to the table and picked up the bag and wanted to flash it, but I heard the door of the independent bathroom click open. She turned her head suddenly, and Mo Jingyuan stood at the door of the bathroom holding the doorknob.

His hair was still wet, slightly obscuring his dark eyes. The straps of the bathrobe were not tied much, and a large patch of skin on the chest was exposed, with droplets of water that had not yet been wiped off, showing a light wheat color in the morning light. The textured lines spread all the way to the lower abdomen until they were hidden in the bathrobe.

The long scar was lying on the lower abdomen, and it looked shocking.

Jiang Xiaoqiao was stunned for half a second, and then he reacted and didn't start, his face was already red. I didn't think just now that there might be someone in the bathroom!

When she was caught, she smiled awkwardly and decided that it would be better to slip away as soon as possible. Without waiting for Mo Jingyuan to speak, she said casually: "That, I'll come in and take a look, I'll leave first if there's nothing to do." As he spoke, he began to move towards the door.

After walking for less than two steps, he met Mo Jingyuan's eyes. Mo Jingyuan looked down at Jiang Xiaoqiao, who was wearing slippers that only reached his shoulder, and his eyes faintly swept over the bag she was hiding behind her.

"Put down my stuff. ”

Jiang Xiaoqiao looked down at the shirt in the bag, the pure white looked very unsightly at the moment, her neck was stalked, and she said stiffly: "You seem to have taken it wrong, it's not yours." ”

"It's not mine, is it yours?" Mo Jingyuan raised his eyebrows, "You still want to take back the things you sent out, that's how the Jiang family taught you?"

Jiang Xiaoqiao looked at him dumbfounded, this man was just holding the sheep in her room, and he was so arrogant to reverse black and white! When did she say that it was bought for him?

Mo Jingyuan didn't speak again, and his gloomy eyes looked at her for a moment. The cold eyebrows of the past were so close at this time, Jiang Xiaoqiao felt a little out of breath for a while, and was about to take a step back, when he suddenly leaned over and took the bag from her hand.

The moment his fingers touched, his fingertips gently swept over the back of her hand, and the warm touch that came from her made her a little trance.

In the end, Mo Jingyuan walked downstairs in a crisp suit, and Lewen, who was waiting at the door, noticed that he had changed into a new shirt. Then Jiang Xiaoqiao also walked down, his face flushed like a boiled shrimp.

Le Wen's lively mind just came out, and he was glanced at by Mo Jingyuan, and suddenly wilted. He wisely chose to pretend not to see it, and turned around to help Mo Jingyuan open the door.

It's the weekend, so I don't have to go to work. Jiang Xiaoqiao's mind has been a little drowsy since he fell asleep, and he didn't wake up until he walked out of Mo Jingyuan's room. However, Mo Jingyuan still went out early. Most of the time, his weekends are no different from weekdays, and he spends his weekends at work or socializing.

Mo Jingyuan leaned on the leather backrest of the back seat of the car, and a trace of tiredness flashed between his eyebrows. I closed my eyes and was silent for a while, then I opened my eyes and opened my notebook.

"Minister, why don't you go back and rest for a while? Lewen saw in the rearview mirror that he turned his head from the co-pilot and said in a worried tone.

The Minister came home with his wife very late last night, and he had some business at hand that he had not yet finished. Originally, he was going to go back immediately, but he changed his mind and asked him to send the computer and some documents to the room next to his wife.

Looking at this situation, I guess I was busy until the second half of the night. Thinking that Mo Jingyuan still had to deal with that family today, Le Wen couldn't help but be a little worried.

Mo Jingyuan didn't speak, looking at the screen intently. The faint light cast flickering shadows on his face. It was a long time before he said, "No." ”

Sea Sky Garden.

Mo Yuzhen sat sullenly in the room, and couldn't help but recall the scene she saw that day in her mind.

She went out to watch a movie with her classmates, and on the way back, she happened to pass by the royal court, a famous private club in Rongcheng, and she recognized the middle-aged man who was walking out with a large group of people talking and laughing at a glance. He still wore the tie he had picked up with his mother when he went shopping around his neck, but he was holding a young woman wearing smoky makeup in his arms.

The woman's thin waist was twisted like a water snake, and almost the whole person was attached to him, and she was not a serious person at first glance.

When the green light turned on and the car started, the last scene she saw was the back of her father walking into a nearby hotel with the woman in his arms.

The fair-skinned slender fingers were placed on his knees and slowly clenched, Mo Yuzhen bit her lip, got up and walked out of the door.

The door of the study on the second floor was hidden, and Mo Yuzhen didn't knock on the door, but gently pushed it and looked inside.

Mo Tian was really inside, carrying a brush, and on the table was a painting with ink that had not dried. Noticing the movement at the door, he put down his pen, a warm smile appeared on his face, and beckoned his daughter to come in.

"Zhenzhen, come, how about seeing how Dad writes this handwriting?"

Mo Yuzhen obediently walked over, looking at the handwriting on the table, "The bird stays in the tree by the pool, the monk knocks on the door under the moon", the pen is strong, but with a little too much, but it seems a little impetuous, which is a little out of place with the content of the poem.

Her mood was also a little awkward, Mo Tian saw that she lowered her head and didn't speak, and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

Mo Yuzhen took Mo Tian's arm and hung on him coquettishly: "Dad, I saw you at the gate of the imperial court that night, you tell me the truth, are you going to find some indiscreet women again?"

Mo Tian coughed lightly and changed to a slightly serious tone: "Dad, that's business, don't talk nonsense." ”

Mo Yuzhen pouted dissatisfiedly: "Then you won't come back earlier after the party, and your mother will worry about you at home." ”

"What do you know as a child in the business field?" Mo Tian was a little impatient, and when he saw that Mo Yuzhen was unhappy, he softened his tone again: "Dad is also a last resort, how can he sweep the interest of a group of people by himself? ”

Mo Yuzhen hummed in a low voice, she knew that her father had not been very comfortable in business over the years, and he was even more powerless when he got older. Mo Tian touched her head: "Good, go ahead." Later, when your brother Jingyuan comes over, come downstairs and eat together. ”

Mo Yuzhen walked out of the study, feeling melancholy. Teddy, who was raised at home, saw her head and tail rushing up and rubbing at her feet, and she didn't bother to bother, but went straight back to her room and closed the door lightly.

Most of the girls of this age have star posters on the walls of their bedrooms, but there is nothing in Mo Yuzhen's room, and the light blue wallpaper makes the whole room a little cooler. She lay down with the pillow on the bed, and reached for a photograph placed at the table, reaching for it.

This is a family photo, which was placed by Mo Yuzhen at the head of the bed entirely because she was only four or five years old at the time in the photo, wearing her favorite pink puffy dress. The young Mo Yuzhen was held in her mother's arms, and her pink smile was particularly pleasing.

Later, after a long time, she got used to putting it there, and the photos in the frame have not been replaced until now.

At this moment, her attention was not on her young self, but on the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy standing behind her. Ying's eyebrows and eyes have not yet grown but have shown a tall and handsome posture, and his childish face is vaguely revealing a little coldness and arrogance, and the expression is somewhat consistent with the appearance of the uncle she saw in the old photos when he was young.

When she was a child, Mo Yuzhen liked her "Jingyuan brother" very much, but Mo Jingyuan, who was used to being alone, always disliked this little heel, but she took the trouble to follow him, asking him to hug him, and asking him to take her to buy ice cream.

But in the end, Mo Jingyuan, who had a black face, reluctantly led her out. Mo Yuzhen spread her little short legs and followed, smiling.

She has never seen her uncle, it is said that when she was only one or two years old, her uncle died of illness, and her aunt died even earlier, so Mo Jingyuan in her memory rarely has a really happy time, and her expression is always faint, probably because she lost her parents since she was a child.

According to the maid in the family, she also has another brother named Mo Andy. and Mo Jingyuan were originally twin brothers, and since the death of the eldest aunt, they have followed the distant relatives of the eldest aunt's mother's family to live abroad, and they have never come back. In recent years, she has occasionally returned to China, but it is only limited to helping Mo Jingyuan deal with Qingyuan's affairs, and she has never met him.

Maybe it's because I've been abroad for too long, and I can't get close to the people of the Mo family. Mo Yuzhen thought. Mo Andi must be the same as Brother Jing Yuan, with an indifferent iceberg face. The two of them were really standing in front of her, and she probably couldn't tell the difference.

Now that she has grown up, she is no longer clinging to "Brother Jingyuan", Mo Jingyuan has been abroad for a few years, and she rarely comes to the Mo family. I haven't seen you for a long time.

Mo Yuzhen couldn't cling to him like she did in her ignorant childhood, thinking of seeing him in person, and then thinking of his cold handsome face, she felt more inexplicable awe and apprehension.

Someone was knocking softly on the door, and Aunt Wu's voice sounded cautiously through the door: "Miss, Young Master Mo is here, Madame called you downstairs to eat." ”

Mo Yuzhen put the photo frame back on the table and sat up in agreement: "You tell your mother, I know, let's go down." ”