City of N.

Mojia Villa.

In the quiet restaurant, there was a sudden muffled noise.

The butler hurried inside.

Seeing the soup bowl overturned on the ground, he subconsciously looked up at Mo Qian sitting at the dining table, "Mr. Mo, are you okay?" ”

At the dining table.

Mo Qianwei'an's body sat straight.

A newspaper in one hand, and a soup spoon in the other.

It seems that he was too engrossed in reading the newspaper and accidentally knocked over the soup bowl and fell to the ground.

The soup spilled all over the ground, and his resolute face was not very good-looking.

Just for a second, and then it was back to normal.

calmly put down the newspaper in his hand, put down the soup spoon, and said lightly, "I'm fine, let someone clean it up." ”

Hearing this, the housekeeper hurriedly bent down and picked up the soup bowl.

When he got up, he turned his head to look at the newspaper on the table.

The huge news page is full of the marriage news of Yu Yuehan, the president of Yu Group.

A photo of the young grandmother of the Yu family was also published by reporters.

It's different from the low-key of the past.

This time, the marriage news is not only on the entertainment page, but also on the financial page.

Full flood!

It seems to be to let everyone know......

The housekeeper recognized it at a glance, and the woman in the photo was the woman Mr. Mo had been looking at for the past few days.

He remembered, his name was Nian Xiaomu.

Her marriage news, no wonder Mr. Mo was so surprised that he even knocked over the soup bowl.

The housekeeper just stood up straight, remembered something, and hurriedly replied.

"Mr. Mo, the Eternal Young Master is here!"

The butler's words fell, and Mo Yongheng's cold figure had already appeared at the door of the restaurant.

Today is not like when he usually goes to work, he always wears a suit.

Mo Yongheng only wore a white casual outfit today.

Wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, at a glance, Jun Yisiwen revealed a little alienation.

Facing the ink dry gaze, he spoke respectfully.

"Uncle."

Mo Yongheng walked in from outside the door, still holding a few documents in his hand, and walked past the butler and walked to Mo Gan's side.

Eyes swept over the newspaper on the table.

The center of his eyebrows frowned slightly.

Soon, it stretched out again, just as it did when I didn't see it.

just said lightly, "Why does Uncle also pay attention to the affairs of the Yu family?" We are not working on any major projects with the Yu Group. ”

Mo Yongheng said, putting the latest financial statements in front of Mo Qian.

Let him look at it.

Mo Qian took the report he handed over, but didn't open it.

Instead, he pointed to the photo in the newspaper and said slowly.

"Yu Yuehan should be your biggest competitor in the younger generation, even if there is no big cooperation now, with the development of the Yu Group, it is difficult to guarantee that it will not surpass the Mo family in the future, but this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is her ......"

Mo Qian's fingers fell on Nian Xiaomu's body.

In his eyes, there was a complex light.

"Eternity, don't you think she's familiar, déjà vu?"

Mo Qian's tone was calm.

It's like an inquiry, it's like a temptation.

The eyes like a torch were locked on Mo Yongyong's young face, not letting go of the slightest change in his expression.

From beginning to end, Mo Yongyong's expression has not changed.

Just scanned the photos in the newspaper, and said one by one.

"It's beautiful, but I'm not interested."

"Haha!" Mo Qian suddenly laughed heartily, got up from the chair, and reached out to grab his shoulder, "You, I really don't know what to say, forget it, you are all focused on work, and it is not difficult for me to be for you, let it be up to you." ”