Mo Xiuchen has become an indispensable leader of MS Group over the years, although he is not the president, but the profits he has created for the group are incomparable to anyone.

He dared to say that apart from him, Mo Jingteng could not find a better heir.

In fact, what made him feel most comfortable was the recognition of him in Wen Ran's words, which made him prouder than anyone's praise and worship.

"According to what you say, if I agree, I will suffer a lot!"

Mo Xiuchen's thin lips hooked slightly, and his eyebrows stretched.

Wen Ran raised his eyebrows and smiled, and said matter-of-factly: "Although it is a bit of a loss, but for the sake of so many employees of the group, you have to sacrifice a little, besides, if you become the president of the group, am I not the president's wife?" Think about it, wherever I go, others will look at me with envy, what a proud thing it is! ”

Mo Xiuchen was amused by her playful appearance, he knew that Wen Ran was not the kind of woman who loved vanity.

After his father did something like that to her, she could still persuade him to think about the overall situation, and he couldn't help but be moved in his heart.

"Well, in order to become the president's wife that everyone envies, I will take the name of the president and make a little sacrifice."

Wen Ran smiled, picked up a small piece of steak and fed it to his mouth, "President Moda, come, is this steak delicious?" ”

Mo Xiuchen opened his mouth to eat the steak she fed to his mouth, chewed it slowly and commented casually: "It's not bad." ”

"Then eat another piece."

As Wen Ran spoke, he fed a piece of steak to his mouth, completely unaware of how sweet and romantic their interaction at the moment was in the eyes of outsiders!

Mo Xiuchen enjoyed her service very much, and ate the steak on her plate unceremoniously, and when he swallowed the last steak, he asked with a smile: "You fed me a plate of steak, now, do I have to feed you this plate of steak too?" ”

Wen Ran's eyes blinked, and then she realized that there were a few eyes on them in the distance, and when she turned her head to see the customers at the other table looking at them with envious eyes, she realized it later, and her little face was red: "Don't, I'm not hungry, just eat these." ”

"If you're shy, then remember first, and I'll feed you when I get back in the evening!"

Mo Xiuchen's eyes were slightly deep, and a trace of ambiguous laughter seeped into his deep magnetic voice.

***

After finishing the meal, when I left, I met Mo Zixuan and Zhou Lin at the door of the restaurant.

Mo Xiuchen didn't know when he started, he was used to holding Wen Ran's hand, the temperature in autumn was not low, and the weather was not cold, but he just liked to wrap her soft and boneless little hands in the palm of his hand, Wen Ran's palm was cold, he held her hand, felt the coolness of her palm, and his heart softened.

Wen Ran was a little unaccustomed to it at first, but these days, every time she struggled was useless, gradually, she let him go.

Being held by him and walking with him, that feeling made Wen Ran feel at ease and down-to-earth, although they were walking side by side, Mo Xiuchen's tall figure, broad shoulders, and powerful palms all gave her a feeling that no matter how much wind and rain there was in front of her, he would stand in front of her and protect her under her wings.

Contrary to their intimacy, Mo Zixuan and Zhou Lin walked one after the other.

Seeing Mo Xiuchen coming out of the restaurant, he paused, and Zhou Lin, who was walking behind, was caught off guard, and suddenly hit his back, sighed, poked his head out, and saw Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran standing in front of him.

His eyes fell on their clasped hands, a trace of envy flashed in Zhou Lin's eyes, and soon, he was covered by a hypocritical smile, and greeted enthusiastically: "Mo Shao, Ranran, such a coincidence, do you also come here to eat?" ”

She actually likes to meet Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran like this, and seeing them love each other, Mo Zixuan can give up.

Mo Xiuchen's gaze swept over Mo Zixuan's face, and he didn't look at Zhou Lin, and he didn't hear her words, so he responded gently: "Hmm! ”

Mo Xiuchen led Wen Ran and walked past Mo Zixuan, and the hands of the two were still clasped together.

Mo Zixuan's heart was pierced with a needle, the pain was terrible, his face changed a few times, and after Wen Ran and Mo Xiuchen took a few steps, he finally couldn't hold back, and turned his head and shouted to her: "Ran Ran!" ”

Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran stopped.

Wen Ran turned his head indifferently and looked at him coldly.

"I'm sorry about that!"

There was a trace of pain and apology in his Mo Yu's eyes, because of that incident, his father went to the hospital, and after waking up, he didn't know what to say to his mother, these days, Xiao Wenqing didn't dare to go to see Mo Jingteng.

Zhou Lin looked at Mo Zixuan in surprise, not understanding why he apologized to Wen Ran.

A trace of coldness flashed in Wen Ran's eyes, he didn't say a word, turned his head, and left with Mo Xiuchen.

Zhou Lin was not only unhappy with Wen Ran's attitude in her heart, but also secretly happy that she was indifferent to Mo Zixuan, this kind of contradictory psychology made her feel complicated, and waited quietly for Mo Zixuan for a minute before she whispered: "Zixuan, let's go!" ”

"I suddenly remembered that the company still has something to deal with, and you can take a ride back by yourself in a while."

Mo Zixuan pursed his lips fiercely, wiped away the emotions in his heart, said a word to Zhou Lin, turned around and left.

"Zixuan!"

Zhou Lin's face alternately looked at Mo Zixuan's back as she walked away, so indifferent and resolute without a trace of nostalgia, the hands on her side were clenched into fists, and the hatred in her heart was like a huge wave beating every nerve.

It's all to blame Wen Ran!

If he hadn't met her, Mo Zixuan wouldn't have left her and left by himself.

She swore hatefully that she would never let Wen Ran go!

***

In the afternoon of the same day, Mo Xiuchen called Luo Haofeng in H City and asked him to send several medicinal materials that were in short supply in Wen's Pharmaceutical Factory.

At noon the next day, the herbs were delivered to the pharmaceutical factory.

Wen Ran was a guest, invited Luo Haofeng and two transport workers to lunch, and on the way back to the company, she received a call from Mo Jingteng.

Wen Ran hesitated and said lightly, "Okay, I'll be there in a while." ”

Hanging up the phone, she spun the wheel and drove in the direction of Corning Hospital.

Along the way, Wen Ran drove the car very slowly, thinking to herself what Mo Jingteng would say to her.

In the ward, Mo Jingteng was the only one who ignored the emotions in his heart, politely shouted "Chairman Mo", and walked into the ward.

"Wen Ran, sit down, I have something to tell you."

Mo Jingteng leaned on the head of the bed, with a pillow behind him, and the tone of his conversation with Wen Ran was not as condescending and contemptuous as he was in Mo Xiuchen's house for the first time, which may be the cause of his illness, and there was a faint warmth between his eyebrows.

Wen Ran silently pulled out a chair and sat down, Qinghong's eyes calmly met his deep eyes, and asked lightly: "If Chairman Mo has anything to say, just say it!" ”

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