In front of the huge desk made of pure gold silk nanmu and carefully carved with dragon patterns and auspicious clouds, Mo Jian sat on a black leather swivel chair with his hands crossed, and his fingertips were so pale that they almost made people think of some kind of blood-sucking ancestor.

There was not a trace of ripple in his dark eyes like jewels, and when he fell silent, it seemed as if the whole space was solidified.

No one knew what he was thinking, Huang Gaoguin didn't know, and he didn't dare to say anything more after the chatter.

His little uncle always has a blood-devouring cold air in his body that is not available in the Mo family, and he can't be easily provoked.

"Because ......"

Suddenly, a casual voice came from the desk, which startled Huang Gao.

Mo Jian got up and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window: "This case may allow me to find that person." ”

Huang Gao couldn't help but speak lightly: "Which person?" ”

What answered him was a slight cold gaze, and he shrank his neck in fright: "Then since I have nothing to do, I will go back and rest first." ”

As soon as he turned around and walked out, there was no three steps, and another sentence came from behind him: "Go check the surname Yang." ”

Huang Gao let out a cold sweat again, can he finish the words at once, he was very crazy in his heart, but he only dared to agree in his mouth.

It's ten o'clock, and Tianlai Mansion is as bright and luxurious as a night pearl under the dark night, and people can't help but think of the mysterious people who live in it.

The general design of the atmosphere is all from the top designers in France, and the long corridor on the first floor is a combination of Chinese and Western walls, which has a deep classical beauty and a modern atmosphere.

Qu Chen, who was in front of Mo Jian's night study, was almost bumped into by Huang Gao, who walked out with his head down.

"Ahh Huang Gao patted his chest.

The elegant Qu Chen couldn't laugh or cry a little, it was obvious that he hit himself and hit him.

"By the way, isn't it time for you to come and see the fourth master today, don't bother." Huang Gao walked forward absentmindedly, he was only thinking about it now, where to find out about that Mr. Yang, and how to find out?

"Young Master Huang walks slowly." Qu Chen made a joke.

When he walked into Mo Jianye's room, he saw the other party sitting on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, with long legs folded, holding a lit cigarette in his hand, the faint smoke enveloped his slightly frowning eyebrows, and his long black and narrow eyes drooped his eyelids slightly, hiding his mood swings.

"Fourth Master!" Qu Chen stood far away at the door.

"Sit." Icy voice.

"Yes."

Qu Chen sat on another sofa beside Mo Jianye, looking at the mountains and mountains in the distance with him.

In fact, there was still a little bit of excitement in his heart, if usually, most of the time, Mo Jian didn't even bother to look at him, let alone ask him to sit like this.

Qu Chen is thirty years old, as a top student from the world's top psychology school, he was poached by the old man of the Mo family with a high salary, the purpose is to let him conquer the psychological defense line of Mo Jianye, the fourth master of Mo, and then forcibly brainwash him, so that he understands that there is nothing other than human beings in this world, and everything can be explained clearly with scientific theories.

But so far, Qu Chen has a deep sense of frustration.

Not to mention brainwashing Mo Jianye and attacking his psychological defense, it will be a problem for him to even talk to the other party.

In silence, Qu Chen stubbornly spoke: "Fourth master, can we talk a few words today?" ”