The entrance of the clubhouse

Yan Qing's car was waiting at the door, and when he saw Mo Sihan coming out of it, he hurriedly got out of the car to help.

Mo Sihan has an addiction to smoking, but no addiction to alcohol, and the amount of alcohol can only be regarded as average at best.

After following the boss for so many years, Yan Qing rarely saw him drunk.

But recently, Mo Sihan's frequency of buying drunk is a bit high.

People who drink alcohol have had the experience of being drunk, and the whole person is fluttering, like stepping on a cloud.

It's like anything depressing, something sad, can slowly drift away with drunkenness.

Short-term indulgence is also a temporary relief.

Otherwise, even Yan Qing, an old man who has stayed by Mo Sihan's side for many years, feels that the recent boss is inexplicably a little difficult to serve.

He was still like that, not to mention the others.

On the way back, the car went up along the ring road, the environment was quiet all the way, and the night view was charming.

The car was quiet, Mo Sihan seemed to be asleep, and there was no sound at all.

Yan Qing looked at the rearview mirror several times worriedly, until she judged that Mo Sihan was really asleep.

When they arrived at the villa, Yan Qing and a few servants worked together to carry Mo Sihan upstairs, and along the way, they heard him still shouting the name of Zhu Wuwu.

The maid asked Yan Qing casually, "Is there still no news of the young grandmother?"

Yan Qing shook her head: "......"

"Hey!"

A home without a woman, a man without a woman, it seems that everything has changed.

……

The next morning, at 6:40 sharp, before the alarm clock went off, Mo Sihan opened his eyes.

His biological clock has always been punctual, for decades.

The neurites on either side of his head were constantly reminding him that he had been drunk again last night.

Mo Sihan's mind was briefly empty, and then he lifted the quilt and went into the cloakroom to change clothes.

Whether it's a hangover or a cry, the sun rises as usual after the night.

In front of the mirror in the cloakroom, Mo Sihan put on a suit and a black woolen coat on the outside.

It's already winter, and such a formal style of dressing is very suitable for Mo Sihan.

When he was wearing a tie, Mo Sihan's mind suddenly flashed the picture of Zhu Wuwu helping him tie the tie in the past.

"Good luck worrying, do you know how to wear a tie?"

The man's tone was a little impatient.

After a period of scrambling, the woman told the truth, "No."

The man looked at her with disgust, full of mockery: "You can't wear a tie, so what will you do?"

The woman lowered her eyes slightly, and said, "I...... I've only worn a red scarf."

"Huh?"

Mo Sihan thought he had misheard, but when he saw the woman's cheeks crimson, he teased her with interest, "What? Say it again?"

"I mean...... What is the use of tying a tie in the big winter? If you don't keep warm, you might as well wrap a scarf."

"You're going to give me a scarf? Is this your Christmas present to me?" Mo Sihan said with a proud face, "It's not good to spoil in advance, there are no surprise gifts, and they are not considered gifts."

「……」

Seeing that she was silent, the corners of the man's mouth raised a beautiful arc: "Then I'll wait and see."

He has said everything, what else can she say?

The next day, Zhu Wuwu took out a hand-knitted men's scarf from the bottom of the pressure box and gave it to Mo Sihan.

There was a hint of doubt in Mo Sihan's eyes, and he said leisurely, "The scarf was knitted in one day? Speed?"

"Not really." Zhu Wuwu is a little shy and a little difficult to say.

Mo Sihan looked her up and down with a scrutinizing gaze, and quipped, "I didn't think you had time to knit a scarf last night."

That's right, if you linger all night, where will you have the time to knit a scarf?

Zhu Wuwu explained to him in a low voice, "This is actually the scarf I used to knit."

"Knitted before?"

Mo Sihan's face changed, and he spoke with a strange yin and yang atmosphere, "I wish you no worries, you can really make reasonable use of resources, could it be that you transferred the scarves that were rejected to other men and gave them to me again?"

"Forget it, you don't have to."

Mo Sihan pasted it up from behind, wrapped around her small waist, bowed his head and whispered, "Good luck worry-free, how many men have you had in the past?"

How many can there be? Isn't it just you?

The man's breath blew on the back of her neck, and the roots of her ears were red: "I don't know."

"You're not satisfied!"

He meant that she could only have a crush on him from the moment she fell to the ground, and the others were guilty.

The man's magnetic and seductive voice sounded in her ears, and Mo Sihan pushed her to the big bed and leaned over to press it.

Ambiguity and madness grow, and the gentleness in the room rises sharply.

……

Jealous, Mo Sihan pulled her to warm up again, so that she could remember who was her man.

When he went out, Mo Sihan casually threw the scarf into the trash in front of Zhu Wuwu.

It can be seen from the earth-shattering sound of the door closing that he is still not satisfied and angry.

After he left, Zhu Wuwu picked up the scarf from the trash can, washed it again and put it away.

Mo Sihan may never know that the scarf that he has never been able to give out is the one she knitted for him.

It's just that the way she loves him has always been cautious, for fear of being known.

Pulling back his thoughts, Mo Sihan let out a long breath, "Why did it take so long to go from summer to winter."

Yes, the seasons change, summer and winter, and the person he was waiting for still hasn't returned.

……

At seven or eight minutes, the president's exclusive elevator sounded.

The four secretaries of the president's office were waiting for each other and politely greeted Mo Sihan: "Mr. Mo, morning."

Mo Sihan's face has always been tense, and his momentum is awe-inspiring, and he casts a terrifying sense of coercion without saying a word.

What is the use of a person with a good complexion and good bones?

If the face is gloomy, no matter how good the skin is, it will make people fearful.

Secretary Gong's heart kept beating at a high frequency, and he followed closely behind Mo Sihan and began to report today's itinerary: "Mr. Mo, you have a meeting at eight o'clock, in the No. 3 conference hall."

"In the afternoon, Mr. Liu of Furui Asia Pacific will discuss cooperation with you."

"Also, you have an important dinner in the evening......

"Anything else?"

Mo Sihan didn't even look at her, and his tone was a little impatient.

Everyone's nerves remain highly tense, and their president is notoriously difficult to serve, especially lately.

"No, Mr. Mo." Secretary Gong lowered his eyes.

Mo Sihan strode forward, pushed open the door of the meeting and walked in, with a cold face the whole time.

The high-level people who were restless stood up one by one to greet them, as if they were greeting their masters.

Mo Sihan sat on the main seat, crossed his hands, and stared at the people below with a grim expression.

Several high-level executives spoke one after another, waiting for the boss to give instructions in a panic.

Mo Sihan frowned, and his tone was unpleasant: "This is the plan you discussed at the meeting?"

"Mr. Mo, do you think this plan is inappropriate?"

"It's not appropriate, change."

"Okay, Mr. Mo, let's change it immediately."

Mo Sihan: "Next."

The people below looked at each other, prevaricating with their eyes, and wanted the other party to die first.

Mo Sihan's eyes were sharp, and he said in a deep tone, "No? If not, the meeting will be adjourned."

"And, ......," came the unanimous answer.

"Then go on."

Looking at the atmosphere, all of you here may not be spared today.

Since the beginning is not good, the probability of bad luck is very high.

Sure enough, after the meeting, the executives walked out of the conference room one by one with a bitter face.

*

Back at the president's office, Mo Sihan stared at the computer in front of him with a grim face, his eyes a little empty.

"Knock! Knock! Knock!"

Before his ass was hot, there was a knock on the door.

Mo Sihan's eyebrows tightened, and his sharp gaze shot to the door: "Come in."

Duan Jingtian pushed the door in, and said in a relaxed tone, "Si Han, I've heard that the managers who attended the meeting just now were all scolded by you. This early in the morning, whoever is looking for you to provoke you is like taking gunpowder."

Mo Sihan glanced at him and said coldly: "If you have something to say, get out of here!"

"You asked me to investigate the dynamics of the Lin family brothers, have you still listened to them?" Duan Jingtian didn't scare him, his leisurely demeanor was like he was visiting his own door.

In the whole company, only Duan Jingtian is not afraid of Mo Sihan, and the two are not brothers but brothers.

Mo Sihan's eyebrows couldn't help but converge, and his tone was cold: "Say one more nonsense, believe it or not......

"I said, I said." Duan Jingtian changed his ruffian posture and said in a serious tone, "Since Lin Yunlang resigned as the president of the Lin family, the first rotating president of the Lin family is Lin Yunfei, the second young master of the Lin family, that is, the big star who is so red and purple."

"According to reliable sources, since Lin Daxing became the president of Lin's family, he has only appeared in the company at the beginning and end of the month for two whole months. What's even funnier is that the big star only did one thing on the first day of work, and that was to help people sign autographs. The next morning, the scenery of the entire Lin office can be described as a competition of beauty and a hundred flowers blooming, and I heard that even the female colleagues who don't usually wear much makeup also put on makeup."

Mo Sihan sat proudly, without saying a word.

Duan Jingtian then continued: "Originally, once two months passed, the position of the president of reincarnation should be Lin Yunyi, the third elder of the Lin family. I didn't expect him to run away the day before he was about to take office and go to Europe to attend some fashion week."

Mo Sihan: "Then who sits in the position of president now?"

"It is said to be Lin Lin Yun Peng, Lin Barrister."

"Brother Lin, in addition to Lin Yunlang, the only one who can be qualified for the position of president may be Lin Yunpeng."

"But ......" Duan Jingtian paused for a moment and deliberately betrayed Guan Zi, "Lin Yunpeng himself doesn't seem to have agreed, and now the position of president of the Lin clan seems to be vacant."

Mo Sihan snorted coldly: "Hmph! No wonder Lin Shaoshan would hand over half of the Lin family to Lin Yunlang, it turned out that the old fox had a plan in his heart to recruit Lin Yunlang as his son-in-law, but unfortunately his daughter was cut off by me.

Duan Jingtian covered his mouth and coughed: "Let's not mention the past for the time being, shall we continue the topic just now?"

"By the way, Sedum, have you investigated clearly, Lin Yunlang really didn't take a back seat? Did he really leave it alone?"

"Hmm. After the news of his marriage to the gambling king's granddaughter came out, Lin Yunlang went to Hong Kong City with Meng Li. Recently, he has been dealing with people from the Montessori family, and it seems that the news of the engagement is true. I heard that the gambling king values Lin Yunlang very much, although the people of the Meng family don't like Meng Li very much, they all seem to like Lin Yunlang quite a lot."

Duan Jingtian sighed sincerely: "Si Han, if you two weren't opponents, maybe you would have sympathized with each other, after all, heroes see the same thing."

Mo Sihan's face showed a look of disdain, and he sneered: "Whoever wants to sympathize with him, please don't compare me with him."

"Good, good, good."

Mo Sihan asked another question that he was most concerned about: "Sedum, I asked you to check what are the relatives and friends that their Lin family has in common with, have you checked them?"

"Checked."

"Any clues?"

"Nope."

"Are you sure you haven't slipped through the net?"

"yes, I'm sure."

Mo Sihan's eyes darkened a little.

The investigation of country H has also reached an impasse, and it seems that it is really a needle in a haystack to find Zhu Wuwu.

Although the probability is slim, Mo Sihan is not dead in the heart of the Yellow River.

What can be done?

He just doesn't give up and can't let go.