Chapter 87

"No hurry." Mo Yanchen took a sip of green tea and said confidently: "since the black group has been eliminated by us, this man will jump out of the wall in a hurry. For fear that we will find him, he will wait for him to come to the door automatically."

"Yes." Wu Hao heard that, and that's what he meant.

Every time Mo Yanchen made a decision, he never made a mistake. No one can compare his reasoning about people's minds and his confidence in himself.

When they are communicating, the alarm bell of Moyuan rings. Once a stranger comes near, it will automatically call the police.

Through monitoring, we can see that Mo Chengwu is standing outside.

"It's Mr. mo." Wu Hao said, looking at Mo Yanchen's expression, he went out to open the door and left by the way.

Mo Chengzhao crossed the hall and entered the study smoothly.

"What can I do for you?" Mo Yanchen casually raised his head and stood up for him with his cold eyes.

Mo Cheng calls to walk to sit down on the black leather sofa, cold eyes mixed with complex emotions looking at him: "that matter, how do you think?"

"What's the matter?"

"Your marriage to the commander." Mo Chengwu was obviously very angry, and his whole body was full of anger.

This son is good at everything, but he won't listen to him! Now he's more and more successful, and he's not monitoring them.

"I've only married once in my life." He put the water on the table, went back to the master's seat, lit a cigar with a lighter, and took a big puff.

"If you're here to force me, please leave."

"What's good with her? It's just a poor daughter. How can it be compared with that of the secretary? " Mo Cheng asked him to pat the table. Regardless of what Mo Yanchen thought, he had decided to divorce her immediately. Otherwise, how would your grandfather explain to others? How can we break our faith in the Mohist school

"It's my personal life to get married and have children. It has nothing to do with Mohism! At that time, did you marry her in spite of the opposition of your family? " Ink Yan Chen Mou color a tight, mind complex say

"Mo Yanchen, I'm your father. If you insist on doing this, don't blame me for not being polite." Mo Chengwu directly points out.

"It's up to you? Then you can go. " Mo Yanchen lowered his head, picked up some documents at random, and no longer looked at him.

"You! You have the same character as your mother

"You don't deserve to mention her." Mo Yanchen said in a high voice.

"It's not up to you to say whether you deserve it or not. If you don't agree to that marriage, I have to agree to it, otherwise... "Mo Chenghao reproaches.

"If you dare to touch her, don't blame me for not loving father and son." Mo Yanchen's face was like ashes, his hand clenched into a fist, and his heart seemed to be cut through by a sharp sword.

Over the years, his relationship with Mo Chengwu has been bad. This time, he is shaking and falling apart.

It was 4:30 p.m. when Shen Chengjing returned to Mo yuan, she was thinking about what she was going to do and carrying things into the hall.

"Dad?" She looked at Mo Chengwu and was surprised how he came here?

That day in Mo house, she saw their quarrel and knew that their relationship seemed to be at odds. She didn't expect that he would appear here.

When Shen Chengjing calls his father, he gets angry.

"I haven't admitted you, you're not qualified to call me dad!" Mo Cheng calls hard voice to say, he is more clear this kind of words to say, must cause certain harm to her.

She is also innocent, but Mo Yanchen deserves to marry better.