The man's warm and familiar voice came, and Su Xiaomi was stunned for a moment, and then came back to her senses.

In front of him, who is the taxi driver sitting in the driver's seat?

Su Xiaomi coughed lightly in embarrassment, "Senior." ”

Mo Bai pursed her lips and looked at her flushed face and water-marked eyes, "Such a soulless person who quarreled with Beixiao?" ”

Silenced by Mo Bai's words, Su Xiaomi laughed embarrassedly twice, "No ......"

"Lying."

Mo Bai started the car elegantly, "Your current state is obviously wronged, don't think I don't know." ”

He is still the same as two years ago, making people feel warm and considerate.

"I ......"

Su Xiaomi pursed her lips, and finally lowered her head silently, "I still can't hide it from my senior." ”

"If you don't mind, you can talk to me about the reason for your quarrel."

Mo Bai quietly drove the car away from the building of Molan Group, "I know you very well, I know Beixiao better, and I may be able to answer your questions." ”

Su Xiaomi pursed her lips and shook her head, "Thank you, senior." ”

Although she is very disappointed in Mo Beixiao now, she also wants to find someone to vent.

However, she still understands the truth that family ugliness should not be publicized.

What's more, Mo Bai had an affair with her.

If she really complains to Mo Bai at this time, everyone will think that she is using Mo Bai as a spare tire, right?

The attitude of the little woman in the back seat of the car was obvious.

Mo Bai smiled awkwardly, "If you don't want to say it, just tell me where you want to go and send you over." ”

Where do you want to go?

Su Xiaomi bit her lip, she didn't know where she should go now.

In the end, she thought about it and reported the address of Yuan Chengcheng's home.

In this cold city, apart from the Mo family, she doesn't even seem to have a place to live.

"Okay."

Mo Bai smiled lightly, turned the head of the car, and drove the car in the direction of Yuan Chengcheng's house.

Molan Group President's Office.

The tall man stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his eyes gloomy as he watched the inky white Cayenne go away.

In his hand, he still holds the old photo.

"Three less."

Standing in the distance, looking at Mo Beixiao like this strictly, he finally couldn't help but open his mouth, "Why don't you tell Madame that the person in the photo is Miss Nan Sheng, your own sister?" ”

Mo Beixiao stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the harsh midday sun enveloping him, "She never asked me who the woman in the photo was." ”

Strictly stunned, "But she misunderstood." ”

"She didn't even have to ask, so she sentenced me to death."

Mo Beixiao lowered his eyes and looked at the photo in his hand, which was fifteen-year-old him and eighteen-year-old Mo Nansheng.

This was the last photo of him and her before the fire.

After that fire, he had to face the deceitful Mo family alone.

Two years ago, he picked up Su Mi and brought it home.

He thought that Su Xiaomi would be the only warm color in his black and white life.

He thought that Su Xiaomi would be his most solid backing.

However, she didn't even give him this most basic trust.

Strict: "......"

Why does he think that it makes sense for Sanshao to be angry, and it makes sense for his wife to be angry?

"But the third young man, my wife got into the car of the young master Mo Bai."

Although I think he has a point, I still continue to remind him.

Mo Beixiao's eyebrows furrowed fiercely.

"Let her go."

"If she still can't forget Mo Bai ...... in her heart"

Strictly surprised, "Sanshao, are you planning to fulfill them?" ”

Mo Beixiao twisted his eyebrows and glared at Yan Yan viciously, "You pig brains? Will I fulfill them? ”

"Tell you, even if I die, I won't allow Su Xiaomi and Mo Bai to be together!"

"If she still can't forget Mo Bai, I'll take her to brainwash!"

Strict: "......"