Ink House

In the huge living room, only Mo Jingteng sat alone on the sofa.

In the air, there was a thick sense of anger, and the mobile phone was thrown to the ground by Mo Jingteng and torn apart.

His forehead is full of wrinkles, and it can be seen that the green tendons are protruding, and the hand covering his heart and the tendons and veins are also very obvious.

After a long time, his mood gradually calmed down, and he shouted to the door, 'Someone', and the bodyguard Asen immediately walked in.

"Sir!"

"Call Zixuan and ask him to come back immediately."

Mo Jingteng glanced at the mobile phone that was scattered by himself and ordered Ah Sen.

"Yes, sir."

Arsen bent down and picked up his phone, which was torn apart, but it wasn't broken.

After Ah Sen finished calling, his expression was slightly solemn, he looked at Mo Jingteng with an ugly face, and reported hesitantly: "Master, the second young master is in the hospital, I heard that he was beaten by the eldest young master!" ”

Mo Jingteng's eyes changed, and he asked sternly, "What's the matter?" ”

"I don't know, I just said that the second young master was called by the eldest young master, and the call was answered by a woman."

Ah Sen said in detail, but the other party didn't say the specific situation.

Mo Jingteng's deep eyes flashed with thought, why did Xiuchen beat Zixuan? In the morning meeting, he didn't show any concern at all, just the words and sentences were like a sharp knife piercing Mo Zixuan's heart, and he still needed to do it?

The person who should be annoyed should be Mo Zixuan, "In which hospital?" ”

After Mo Jingteng asked, seeing Ah Sen's dazed face, he waved his hand again: "Forget it, no matter him, I'll call and ask Xiu Chen, could it be Mo Zixuan's hand that moved first, so he hit him?" ”

Mo Xiuchen is not an easy-to-do person, and he is sometimes so calm that he, as a father, feels terrible.

Unless, it's a matter of gentleness!

**

Late at night, the ink house ushered in a rare guest.

It was Mo Xiuchen.

He sent Wen Ran home, and he drove back to the ink house.

Just now, Mo Jingteng asked him on the phone what was going on with Mo Zixuan, but he only replied coldly, and went back to him in a while.

Mo Jingteng was still waiting in the living room, and when he saw him come in, a trace of joy flashed on his face, and he stood up from the sofa, "Xiuchen!" ”

Mo Xiuchen's eyebrows were all condensed with a layer of frost, ignoring Mo Jingteng's enthusiasm, he looked upstairs and asked coldly, "What about Mo Zixuan?" ”

"He didn't come back, what's the matter, you sit down and talk first."

Mo Jingteng glanced at Ah Sen on the side, who immediately poured tea.

Mo Xiuchen sat down in front of the leather sofa, looked at Mo Jingteng with a curious face, and said his purpose: "Let Mo Zixuan leave the company." ”

Mo Jingteng's expression changed: "I just let him come back, how can I let him leave again." ”

Not to mention that Xiao Wenqing called just now, he just didn't receive this call, and he didn't plan to let Mo Zixuan leave the company easily.

Mo Xiuchen sneered, as if he was thinking something in his heart, he knew everything, and the mockery in his eyes was undisguised: "Do you think that one Mo Zixuan can contain me, or, do you think he can really take the group away from me?" ”

If he didn't want to, let alone one Mo Zixuan, it would be ten, and he wouldn't want to take the group away from him.

Mo Jingteng's old face changed a few times in an instant, and a trace of anger appeared in the wrinkles: "Xiuchen, if you are not afraid, what do you want Zixuan to leave, he is your younger brother, and he came back to the company to help you, as long as you always remember that the overall situation of the company is the most important, he will not threaten your status." ”

Mo Xiuchen glanced at him with disdain, and under his angry glare, he slowly took out a voice recorder from his pocket, as well as a USB flash drive, and spread out his palm.

Mo Jingteng's eyes shrank, "What is this?" ”

"Dad, you don't know, this is the voice recorder you want to give you, this USB flash drive has evidence of your transaction with Yang Xinfa."

Mo Xiuchen's threat was so obvious, where could Mo Jingteng stand it, his old face was blue and white for a while, and his breathing became heavier: "Xiuchen, you actually threatened me?" ”

He was his son.

Now, blatantly, to threaten him, Lao Tzu.

"Threat?"

Mo Xiuchen's slightly raised voice revealed his disdain, the corners of his mouth were hooked, and the smile was cold, but the words that could be spit out were careless: "You said it was a threat, it was a threat, anyway, what you want is here, as long as you let Mo Zixuan leave the company, I will give you this thing." ”

Mo Jingteng's body trembled.

"Don't get excited, my words are not finished yet."

Mo Xiuchen was not afraid to get angry with him directly, and said lazily: "As long as you stop interfering in the company's affairs, I won't ask about what you did before." ”

The implication is that if he doesn't agree, he will have the ability to turn over all the things he had done before.

Mo Jingteng laughed angrily: "If my things are exposed, it will not benefit you at all, and the entire group will be implicated." ”

He didn't believe it, Mo Xiuchen didn't care about the group at all.

If he didn't care, he wouldn't be able to tolerate Mo Zixuan.

"Syndicate?" Mo Xiuchen snorted lightly: "I don't care about ruining him, that's your life's work, it has nothing to do with me, if you don't want your life's work to be ruined, let Mo Zixuan leave." ”

"Why can't you tolerate him?"

Mo Jingteng asked angrily, didn't he not take Mo Zixuan in his eyes?

Mo Xiuchen's eyes were cold, and his voice was cold: "Because, he wants to fight Ranran's idea." ”

This is the bottom line he can't touch, Mo Zixuan did it tonight.

Even if the old man didn't agree to his request, he would let Mo Zixuan leave the company. Before, he hadn't thought of killing him all, but since tonight's incident, he would definitely not let Mo Zixuan have a good time.

"You say, he hit Wen Ran's idea?"

Mo Jingteng looked at Mo Xiuchen in surprise, and when he met his cold eyes, his heart chuckled, and he suddenly remembered that that night, he had instigated Mo Zixuan.

Unexpectedly, Mo Zixuan really did it.

It seems that this is the reason why Mo Xiuchen sent him to the hospital, Mo Zixuan moved Wen Ran?

Mo Xiuchen pursed his lips and didn't speak, but the coldness emanating from his body made the indoor temperature drop rapidly.

Sitting opposite, Mo Jingteng felt cold.

"Xiu Chen, Zixuan can't be a threat to you in the company, you hit him tonight, in a short time, he doesn't dare to have any thoughts about Wen Ran, you don't have to worry about it at all."

His eyes were fixed on the voice recorder and USB flash drive in his palm, those two things, so that he didn't dare to refuse too directly.

At the beginning, Mo Xiuchen didn't even dare to recognize him as a father because of Wen Ran, not to mention, it was Mo Zixuan, he was really afraid, he was annoyed, so he would do something!

Mo Xiuchen's eyes looked at him coldly for a few seconds, and as soon as he retracted his hand, he stood up with his long body, "My patience is limited, whether to let Mo Zixuan leave or not, you can consider it yourself." ”

He didn't wait for Mo Jing to say anything, and strode out of the living room.