It was not so much that Mo Xiuchen went to the guest room to prove that he would not violate her, but that he slammed the door and left. He, like her, didn't know what to do.

In order to keep her by his side, he exhausted everything.

Soft and hard, he really has no way to take her, tonight, he will say that ruthless words, while hurting her, his heart is no less painful than hers.

In the guest room, Mo Xiuchen stood cold and lonely in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, between the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, there was a half-lit cigarette, and the smoke rose from it, enveloping his dark eyes, permeating the breath around him, lonely and lonely.

In his mind, Wen Ran's face as white as snow resurfaced, and the cigarette in his hand suddenly broke in two and fell to the carpet at his feet.

He pursed his thin lips, bent down, picked up the cigarette butt on the ground, turned and walked to the sofa, threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray on the coffee table, and sat down in the leather sofa wearily.

There was a hint of coldness and perseverance in his dark eyes, and he leaned into the back of the sofa with his long body, took out his mobile phone, and dialed a phone number.

The mobile phone rang a few times, and on the other end of the phone, an old and slightly tired voice came: "Hey! ”

Mo Xiuchen's handsome facial features condensed a little cold, his long fingers with distinct bones clenched the mobile phone, his head leaned slightly on the sofa, and he said coldly: "I want to resign as the president of MS Group, and I will recommend Mo Zixuan to the board of directors to take office." ”

"Xiuchen, why are you doing this?"

On the other end of the phone, Mo Jingteng's voice was surprised and incomprehensible, faint, and a trace of imperceptible displeasure.

Although he had heard Mo Zixuan mention it before, he knew that the two of them had made a deal, and Mo Xiuchen would give up the president to Mo Zixuan when he was in the dust world, but he didn't agree.

He knew his two sons, at least he knew that Xiuchen was more suitable for managing the company than Zixuan, and Zixuan did not have his wisdom, courage, and shrewdness!

If the company is handed over to Zixuan, there is no guarantee that he has the ability to manage and develop the company, and maybe, the company will be destroyed in his hands.

The corners of Mo Xiuchen's lips hooked up a touch of coolness, and his voice seemed cold and ruthless in the middle of the night: "No, I don't want to waste all my life on work, I want to quit my job and live the life I want." ”

He's tired!

Since he was a teenager, he has worked hard to strengthen himself and avenge his mother, and for more than ten years, he has not lived a day for himself.

Now, he doesn't want to live like this anymore, and he doesn't want to be burdened with such a heavy responsibility. He wanted to quit his job and spend time with the woman he loved.

In his heart, he prepared for the worst.

If Ah Kai and his father really couldn't find a way to cure Ran Ran and detoxify her, he would use himself to detoxify her. However, it doesn't matter if he agrees or not, he has made up his mind, and naturally there will be a way to force her to commit it.

As long as he lives well, even if he has no children, even if he leads the poison into his body, in the end, he can't accompany her, he wants her to live well.

"Xiuchen, are you thinking about resigning for the sake of Wen Ran?"

Mo Jingteng's slightly cold voice came with a question, and he knew that Xiuchen would abandon everything for the sake of warmth.

That Wen Ran, who can't have children in this life, some time ago he thought that she would really divorce Xiuchen, and he was a little happy, but he didn't expect that only a few days later, she returned to Xiuchen's side.

Mo Jingteng was thinking about whether to find a time to talk to Wen Ran, but he didn't expect that before he went to find Wen Ran, Mo Xiuchen told him that he was going to resign.

When he says this, he shows that he will do it immediately.

"It's my own business for who I'm doing, I'm just informing you, your company, I'm not interested. Whether you take care of it yourself, let Mo Zixuan take office, or hire a professional manager, it's your own business. I'll submit my resignation tomorrow. ”

Mo Xiuchen didn't have the extra energy to explain anything.

I don't want to explain to Mo Jingteng, in his heart, Mo Jingteng is not a qualified father at all, he is used to being cold, and he has no father-son affection for Mo Jingteng.

Before, he even hated him.

But now, he suddenly found that there was no point in hating him.

Now, Xiao Wenqing is imprisoned, Wu Tianyi is dead, and there is only one Fu Jingyi who almost killed him back then, and he is also the bastard who wants to hurt Ran Ran.

He will not give up looking for Fu Jingyi, even if he does not use the MS Group, he himself already has enough wealth to find Fu Jingyi. Because he is not alone in MS Group.

"Xiuchen, how can you say such irresponsible words, is the MS Group my own? I am a person who has gone into loess for most of my body, and the company is now you and Zixuan's, as a descendant of the Mo family, or the eldest son, you have the responsibility to inherit it......"

"Responsibility? Don't tell me the word responsibility, let alone say anything to me, I am the descendant and eldest son of the Mo family? ”

Mo Xiuchen interrupted Mo Jingteng's words disdainfully, the corners of his mouth hooked the arc of cold mockery, and across the phone, even if Mo Jingteng couldn't see the ridicule on his face, he could hear the disdainful anger in his tone.

"Xiuchen, I know you hate me, but this can't change the fact that you have the blood of the Mo family in your body."

Mo Jingteng's temper has never been good, every time, if he can't say a few words to Mo Xiuchen, he will be angered by him. Tonight, no exception.

He only thought that he wanted Mo Xiuchen to stay, and he couldn't let him abandon the company.

In a fit of rage, I forgot that this son was not afraid of his majesty at all, he was not Zixuan.

"I'm not rare at all."

Mo Xiuchen said indifferently and sarcastically, not to mention that it was not uncommon, he used to hate himself for being his Mo Jingteng's son, especially in those years, he was powerless to protect himself, he was framed by Xiao Wenqing again and again, and when he escaped death several times, he hated Mo Jingteng to death.

"Don't you even care about those shares? No money, how do you make Wen Ran happy. ”

Mo Jingteng actually knew very well in his heart that Mo Xiuchen had made a lot of money over the years, but he thought that Mo Xiuchen, like all people, would have a strong interest in wealth.

After all, no one would be afraid of having a lot of money.

"I don't care, those things, you can give them to whoever you want. Don't try to persuade me anymore, what I decide is not something you can convince, Mo Zixuan is very interested in your company, you can let him show his skills. ”

Mo Jingteng on the other end of the phone suddenly fell silent, thinking hard in his heart, how to make Mo Xiuchen dispel the idea of leaving the company.

However, he didn't dare to be silent for too long, for fear that Mo Xiuchen would hang up the phone, he was just silent for a moment, and when the voice came again, there was less anger just now, and a little more hesitation:

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