Through the phone, Mo Jingteng, who was far away in City D, of course couldn't see Mo Xiuchen's expression at the moment, and 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 listens to whatever he says, and does what he does, which is more than a hundred times better than the son who argued with him about everything before.

He hoped that Mo Xiuchen's memories would never be retrieved, so that he could continue to develop the MS Group, which he had worked hard all his life to develop here, to another new height.

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

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

Mo Xiuchen half-leaned on the head of the bed, flipped through the messages he sent a few days ago, and looked at those strange information exchanges, and the coldness between his eyebrows dissipated imperceptibly.

Although he took the initiative to send messages to the other party both times, and after he replied to her message, she stopped replying to his message, but such a strange exchange was still with a stranger, and he found it funny.

He read the message again, and after a moment of contemplation, he began to edit the content, and as soon as he had written two words, the doorbell rang.

Mo Xiuchen's action in editing the information paused, raised his eyes to look in the direction of the door, lowered his head again, and continued to edit the information.

When he finished writing, the doorbell stopped, but before his message could be sent, his phone rang.

Mo Xiuchen pressed the hang up button without hesitation, his good-looking eyebrows frowned slightly, and a trace of displeasure appeared in his eyes.

The person who rang the doorbell was Cheng Jia, and the person who called him was also Cheng Jia, she didn't know what she was going to do on this big night, but no matter what she did, Mo Xiuchen didn't want to deal with her.

He sent the message out, and in less than ten seconds, Cheng Jia's phone came in again, Mo Xiuchen didn't hang up this time, his slender fingers pressed the answer button, and without waiting for the other party to speak, he said indifferently: "I'm asleep, I'll talk about it tomorrow." ”

After the words fell, 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, his mood was inexplicably comfortable, and he doubted again, did he really like her before?

Probably not.

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

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

Mo Xiuchen sat up slightly, looked down, and said unhurriedly: "Dad, I want Cheng Jia to return to China to rest for a while." ”

"Let Cheng Jia return to China, why, did she make you unhappy?"

Mo Jingteng asked in some surprise, he knew that Mo Xiuchen was very indifferent to Cheng Jia during this time, and he didn't seem to disbelieve that Cheng Jia was his fiancée, but he had lost his memory, no matter what relationship he had with her before, now, he was not interested.

"She sprained her foot, and she stayed here and thought about work every day, and she couldn't rest well. It is said that the muscles and bones will be injured for a hundred days, and I am afraid that if she continues like this, her feet will not be better, and if there are any more sequelae, it will not be good. ”

Mo Xiuchen's voice was low and gentle, although he didn't say how much he felt sorry for Cheng Jia, but in the words, there was concern, but this concern made people unable to think of anything else.

Mo Jingteng listened to his words, and suddenly became a little puzzled.

"Xiuchen, you have lost your memory, and you still care so much about Cheng Jia, it seems that you have gotten along well during this time. However, does Cheng Jia know? ”

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

Mo Xiuchen's voice suddenly faded, Mo Jingteng was stunned when he heard it, and then laughed: "Xiuchen, what do you mean, what will happen to you in the future, you are still uncertain, right?" ”

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

After speaking, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he was in a very happy mood.

He knew that the old man must understand what he meant, Cheng Jia had no family background, but he had saved him. It was one thing for him to like her before, but now he has no interest in her, and he can find a woman who is more suitable than Cheng Jia to be the wife of the president of MS Group.

He didn't really want to find a portal, but he just wanted Mo Jingteng to get Cheng Jia back, and he was quiet for a while.

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

When he agreed to Cheng Jia's request, Mo Jingteng may not have been annoyed in his heart.

It's just because he couldn't find a more suitable candidate for a while, so he chose Cheng Jia. Now, Xiuchen doesn't want her, and she can't blame him.

**

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

The meeting didn't end until ten o'clock, and when he came out of the conference room, Wen Ran said to Qin Mu behind him: "You wait for me, I'll get you the information." ”

Qin Mu smiled slightly, and his tone was gentle: "I'll go with you, so you don't have to run around." ”

He hadn't forgotten that Wen Ran, like him, was a person who escaped death not long ago, her body may not have been raised, and if she could reduce her hardship, he didn't want to make her tired.

Although it was only the distance upstairs and downstairs, Wen Ran couldn't get tired, but Qin Mu didn't think so.

Qin Mu followed Wen Ran into the office, Wen Ran found the information he wanted, and as soon as he handed it to him, the childish and funny bell that rang that night suddenly came from behind her desk.

"Master, that guy sent you another message."

Wen Ran's eyes changed slightly, his body stiffened because of the ringing, and he paused in handing over half of the materials, and quickly turned his head to look at his desk.

Qin Mu was also stunned.

He looked at her changing emotions, a touch of bitterness crossed his heart, but the corners of his lips were slightly curved, he reached out to take the information in her hand, and said gently: "Ranran, you are busy, I will go back to the office first." ”

Hearing his words, Wen Ran turned his head, his eyes flickered, and he smiled reluctantly: "Okay." ”

Qin Mu didn't stop, took the information, turned around and walked out of her office. Seeing that the door was closed, Wen Ran immediately returned to his desk, opened the drawer, and took out the mobile phone that had been placed in the drawer before the meeting.

She quickly unlocked and read the information.

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

Wen Ran's mood was inexplicably agitated, she read the information again, and carefully understood the meaning of Mo Xiuchen's message, every time she read it, her heart beat faster, and after reading it a few times, she suddenly didn't dare to think about it anymore