Moth's Building

Mo Sihan and Mr. Wu, President of MB Asia Pacific, are negotiating a joint project.

The atmosphere at the meeting was friendly and productive, and if it goes well, all the projects will be signed today.

The mobile phone on the table vibrated for a moment, Mo Sihan's eyes slanted at the screen, and he got up: "I'm sorry, Mr. Wu, don't you mind if I go out to answer a call?"

"Don't mind. Mr. Mo, please take care of yourself."

In the corridor, Mo Sihan's voice was magnetic and low: "Sanli, what's the matter?"

The people below Mo Sihan's temper know it, and it will not be a trivial matter to call him during working hours.

Sanli's excited voice came from the other end of the phone: "Mr. Mo, there is news of the young grandmother."

"What did you say?"

The blood in Mo Sihan's body instantly coagulated, and the decibel in his throat unconsciously increased.

Day after day, he had waited too long for this sentence.

"Mr. Mo, our people saw a painting in a private gallery, and the person on the painting is very similar to the portrait of the young grandmother given by the plastic surgeon, with a similarity of more than 70 percent."

Mo Sihan's hand won't shake when he signs hundreds of millions of contracts, and his hand will be shaking all the time: "Are you sure?"

"Sure, Mr. Mo, I'll send you the photo right now to see it for yourself."

"Okay."

"Huh~" sounded, and the photo arrived.

Mo Sihan was stunned for a moment, and didn't dare to click on it: "Could it be her?" What if it wasn't her?"

At this moment, his emotions are complex and indescribable, and he cannot describe them in words.

He had been dreaming of this day, but when it came, he was at a loss.

After hesitating for a while, Mo Sihan pretended to be calm, took a deep breath, and clicked on the photo with trembling hands.

The woman in the photo has neat short hair, and her eyes are clean and clear, but the stubbornness in her eyes is exactly the same as the previous Zhu Wuwu.

Mo Sihan stared at that strange and familiar face for a long, long time, and although her appearance had changed, he could still recognize her at a glance.

For many days and nights, he copied her current appearance countless times in his mind, and he was afraid that he would not recognize her when she stood in front of him.

"Mr. Mo...... Mr. Mo...... Are you still there?"

On the phone, Sanli's voice pulled Mo Sihan back from his thoughts.

Mo Sihan cleared his throat, and his tone was serious and serious: "Sanli, I'll rush over right now."

"Okay, Mr. Mo."

After hanging up the phone, Mo Sihan hurried and did not delay for a moment.

That list of hundreds of millions of dollars is not worth mentioning compared to his wife.

……

More than a dozen hours later, Mo Sihan's private plane landed.

It was late at night when he arrived, and Mo Sihan had to go to the hotel to rest first.

At ten o'clock the next morning, as soon as the gallery opened, Mo Sihan and a group of men came.

Sanli looked at the empty wall, completely shocked, and asked, "Excuse me, where is this painting that originally hung on the wall?"

When he came to see it yesterday, the painting was hanging there, and now it's gone.

The gallery staff politely replied, "Sir, this painting has been bought by another buyer."

"Bought it? When?" Sanli's eyes were rounder than copper bells.

"I don't know much about that."

Sanli broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly urged, "Then hurry up and figure it out."

Just now, he glanced at the boss's face, Mo Sihan's face was so black that he could almost drip ink, and his eyes were like cracked obsidian, containing great anger.

The staff went out for a while, and then came back immediately: "Both, I've inquired for you, this painting was sold by our boss himself last night."

"And what about your boss?"

"I'm sorry, we're old

Ban doesn't come to the store very often."

"There's always a phone call, right?" Mo Sihan's voice was as cold as ice, "Call your boss right now, and say that someone is looking for you."

At first glance, it was a master who was not easy to mess with, and the staff quickly followed his instructions and called the boss.

The phone didn't get through, and just when the clerk was at a loss, a luxury car came to the door.

The clerk was relieved when he saw that it was the boss's car.

It was a familiar face that got out of the car, and Mo Sihan went up to greet him: "Sister Huixin, why are you?" So you're the owner of this gallery?"

"Si Han, why are you here?" Meng Hui smiled knowingly.

On the day of Old Man Meng's ninetieth birthday, the two had just met, but they didn't expect to meet again so soon.

Meng Huixin is the sixth daughter of the old man Meng and the second room, and she has been interested in painting since she was a child, and she currently runs a gallery.

The corners of Mo Sihan's lips twitched: "Sister Comet Xin, I just need to ask you for help."

"You don't have to be polite, let's talk, what's the matter?" Meng Huixin was also polite.

Mo Sihan told Meng Huixin about his intentions, but he didn't expect that after listening to it, Meng Huixin actually refused: "I'm sorry, Si Han, I'm afraid I can't help you with this favor."

Mo Sihan's eyebrows furrowed, and his face did not change, and said, "Sister Comet Xin, how come the person who bought that painting is your friend?"

"I promised her to keep this matter a secret, I'm sorry, Si Han." Meng Yixin refused very simply.

A smirk hung on Mo Sihan's face: "It's okay, Sister Comet Xin, I understand."

Out of the gallery, Mo Sihan hurriedly sent his men to inquire, but he didn't expect him to find out.

It turned out that the person who bought the painting before him last night turned out to be Meng Li.

The relationship between the second and third rooms of the Meng family has always been incompatible, but Meng Huixin and Meng Li's personal relationship is very good. If the painting was bought by Meng Li, it is no wonder that Meng Yixin would not even give him face.

Sanli asked, "Mr. Mo, what should we do now?"

Mo Sihan sighed softly, "Go to Lincheng to find Meng Li."

In this way, Mo Sihan, who had run away in vain, rushed to Lincheng non-stop.

In fact, when Mo Sihan knew that the painting was bought by Meng Li, the first reaction in his mind was whether she was instructed by Lin Yunlang?

Lin Yunlang is bent on breaking up their husband and wife, it is not a matter of a day or two, if it is really as he expected, then he will definitely not let Lin Yunlang go, and simply settle the new account and the old account together.

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Lin

The office of the fashionable devil Meng Li is located in the most core and expensive commercial area of Lincheng CBD.

Who would have thought that this woman who has dominated the fashion industry for many years would dream of nothing more than a one-room office in the suburbs, where she did chores, marketing, debt collection, and editor-in-chief.

Many years have passed, and she has long established herself in the fashion circle, and her coffee position is not small.

Last year, the celebrity charity night "C-position incident" did not have much impact on her career.

Meng Li, who is accustomed to working hard outside, has enough ability to solve the crisis even if she is not related to the Meng family.

What's more, there is the big tree of the Meng family behind her, and her resources will never be lacking.

Meng Li held her chin in one hand and stared at the painting she had just bought on the table for a long time.

Unlike Mo Sihan's focus, Meng Li does not focus on the person on the painting, but on the person behind the painting.

At the first glance when Meng Yixin saw this painting, he recognized that this painting was from Meng Zhanlun's hand, the five sons of the Meng family who had disappeared for many years and had no trace.

The two of them, who are also interested in painting, once studied painting together, so they know each other's painting styles very well.

Meng Huixin didn't know that Old Man Meng asked Meng Li to find Meng Zhanlun, she just felt that Meng Zhanlun had been missing for so many years, and the people in the third room must have had a hard time looking for him, so she kindly revealed this matter to Meng Li.

If she knew that this small act of hers would cause an earthquake in the Meng family in the future, she would definitely not

Do it.

At this time, Meng Li was helpless to find Meng Zhanlun, and with this clue, she suddenly came to her senses.

In this way, if she can really find Meng Zhanlun, she can be regarded as having an explanation with her father.

*

"Knock! Knock!"

"Come in!"

It was Meng Li's personal secretary who came in: "Mr. Meng, Mr. Mo of the Mo Group is looking for you, can you see you?"

Meng Li secretly wondered: Why did he come so soon? It seemed to be sooner than she expected.

"Call him in." Meng Li got up from the couch and stood by the window.

Mo Sihan took a long step, and immediately caught a glimpse of the painting on the table that he didn't have time to put in, or the painting that Meng Li deliberately wanted him to see.

Following his line of sight, Meng Li smiled: "Mr. Mo, Huixin has already called me to tell me about the matter of you going to ask for painting."

Mo Sihan didn't say a word, he walked in and picked up the painting for a long time.

Meng Li stood aside and said with a smile, "What? Mr. Mo is also interested in this painting?"

Mo Sihan said bluntly: "No, I am interested in the people in this painting."

"Could it be that Mo always knows the person in the painting?" Meng Li clasped her hands on her chest and looked at him for a long time.

Mo Sihan raised his eyes, and said in a cold voice, "My wife, do you think I recognize me?"

"Your wife? Are you saying she's wishing for no worries?"

At this time, Meng Li was also stunned.

Meng Li knows Zhu Wuwu, Zhu Wuwu obviously doesn't look like this, the only explanation is that she has plastic surgery, no wonder Mo Sihan will chase after her, so it makes sense.

"Hmm." Mo Sihan said expressionlessly, "Everyone in the city knows that I am looking for her, even if she is burned to ashes, I will find her."

Mo Sihan's obsession with Zhu Wuwu is known throughout the city, even if the two have no relationship with each other legally.

The reason why Meng Li didn't hide it from Mo Sihan was because she knew that she couldn't hide it.

From receiving the call from Comet Xin, Meng Li vaguely guessed something, but unexpectedly, she guessed correctly.

It's okay to open the skylight and say something bright, otherwise Mo Sihan will pour dirty water on Lin Yunlang's head if he doesn't say it well.

Meng Li simply didn't hide it from him: "Mr. Mo, I won't hide it from you now, the person who painted this painting may be Meng Zhanlun, the fifth son of our Meng family who has been missing for many years."

Mo Sihan was shocked, even he didn't know much about the five sons of the Meng family.

Mo Sihan couldn't help but think in his heart: How could Zhu Wuwu have anything to do with the five sons of the Meng family? What really happened between them?

"Mr. Mo, I know what you are suspicious, and to be honest, what you want to know is also what I want to know." Meng Li directly blocked the words.

It is true that the person who painted the painting is connected, otherwise how could he have painted her?

But what kind of coincidence brought them together?

Was it unintentionally passing by? Or did it happen to appear in the same place? Or something else.

Either way, the two must have met in reality.

All the clues point to the painting, and now finding the provenance of the painting is the key to solving the puzzle.

Mo Sihan smiled and said, "Since you and I have the same purpose, I hope that Meng will always be able to cooperate with me."

The corners of Meng Li's lips arced, "Okay."

Meng Li is a cheerful person, and she does things neatly, and she can't think of a reason to refuse Mo Sihan.

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