Chapter 877： President Mo, have you recovered your memory?

Chapter 877 President Mo, have you recovered your memory?

Cheng Jia nodded happily: "Chairman, I will not let you down."

When she went upstairs just now, she heard Acheng say that Mo Jingteng was hospitalized twice by Mo Xiuchen, and now Mo Jingteng can only spend his entire life in bed. He was slurred because of a stroke. .

After saying this, sweat dripped from his forehead.

She felt that Mo Jingteng could no longer match Mo Xiuchen and could only rely on her.

And she can just use Mo Jingteng's power to get rid of Wen Ran. She pursed her lips and said hesitantly: "Chairman, in your current situation, Mo Xiuchen is afraid that he won't listen to you, I Can you make another suggestion."

"what?"

Mo Jingteng's eyes darkened, as if he was dissatisfied with her bargaining.

Regardless of whether he is satisfied or not, Cheng Jia took this opportunity to say: "Chairman, I hope you give me some shares in the group, so that even if Mo Xiuchen is unwilling to marry me, he will have to marry me at that time."

"Master, I think Ms. Cheng’s proposal is okay. If you force him, he will not compromise. If Ms. Cheng has shares in the group and becomes one of the shareholders of MS Group, she will be another one. Don't talk about it."

The bodyguard beside    spoke for Cheng Jia. Mo Jingteng wanted to have an attack, but he heard what the bodyguard said. Suppressed again.

**

Suburban villa

Wake up Wen Ran, without opening his eyes, the scent of flowers lingers in the wings of his nose.

She opened her eyes, and what she rushed into her sight was a beautiful face that looked like a eagle. The man's eyebrows were smiling, his eyes gazed at her softly and deeply.

Seeing her wake up, the corner of his mouth raised a charming arc, and his deep magnetic voice fell in his ears: "Ranran, good morning."

"Good morning!"

A bright smile appeared between Wen Ran's eyebrows, her eyes moved away from his face, and she looked at the vase on the bedside table. In the vase, there was a bouquet of freshly picked flowers. She jokingly said: "The Flower Picker."

"Of course, if I were a flower-picking thief, I would only pick you this beautiful flower." Mo Xiuchen smiled, stretched out his hand to pinch her face, smiled gently and avoided.

"Are you up?"

Mo Xiuchen brushed her long fingers across the hair that fell on her cheeks, rubbing her delicate skin with her fingers.

Wen Ran nodded, "Of course I have to get up."

"I'll find clothes for you." Mo Xiuchen smiled, got up, and went to the cloakroom to find clothes for her.

Wen Ran glanced at the pajamas on his body, and looked at Mo Xiuchen Junyi's back with gentle eyes and entered the cloakroom. After a while, he took the clothes he found and returned to the bed.

"You go downstairs and wait for me."

Wen Ran took the clothes and said softly.

Mo Xiuchen's eyes flashed, and a hint of narrowness passed from the bottom of his eyes: "Of course, you don't have to be shy, I've seen everything you should or shouldn't be, anyway."

"I will wait for you downstairs."

He said, he saw Wen Ran's face turn red as he wished, and before she scolded, he added another sentence and turned and left the master bedroom.

Go downstairs, the newspaper has been placed on the coffee table, Mo Xiuchen sat down on the leather sofa, leaned back into the sofa lazily, and raised his legs casually, taking the newspaper and looking indifferently.

As soon as he finished reading today’s front page headline, his cell phone rang.

Mo Xiuchen took out his mobile phone, and when he saw the unfamiliar number displayed on the caller ID, his eyebrows lightly frowned, and a trace of doubt crossed his eyes, and he pressed the answer button: "Hey!"

"Hello, President Mo, I am Li Yaqing, the editor-in-chief of XX Weekly, and I want to do an interview with President Mo..."

"Sorry, I won't accept any interviews." Mo Xiuchen indifferently refused without waiting for the other party to finish. His handsome facial features appeared to be condensed, Li Yaqing?

is the daughter of Li Yunchang, the woman who wanted to see him last night but turned around and left when she saw Mo Zixuan.

"President Mo..."

What else the other party wanted to say, Mo Xiuchen pressed his finger, and the call was hung up.

Mo Xiuchen pondered for a moment, put down the newspaper, dialed another number, and while waiting for the call to be picked up, the expression between his brows became somber.

"Hey!"

"Officer Lu, I am Mo Xiuchen." This number was told to Mo Xiuchen by Wen Jin two days ago.

However, Mo Xiuchen changed his number. Lu Zhihui didn’t know it was him. He was a little surprised and delighted when he heard his voice: “Mr. Mo, why is it you, what’s the matter?”

"I want to report Mo Jingteng, you will take someone to MS Group to find me in a while, and I will give you all the evidence of his crime."

Mo Xiuchen's tone was calm, as if it was not his father that he wanted to report, but an insignificant person. Lu Zhiwei on the other end of the phone was also taken aback, "Mr. Mo, have you recovered your memory?"

He also heard what Wen Jin said, and Mo Xiuchen lost his memory.

At this moment, he heard that he wanted to report Mo Jingteng, and he had to give him all the evidence of Mo Jingteng, how could he not be surprised.

Mo Xiuchen faintly curled his lips, looking at the woman coming down the stairwell, his voice couldn't help but be more gentle: "I'll hang up first, and I'll talk about it later."

Regardless of whether Lu Zhihui had anything to say, Mo Xiuchen hung up the phone after he finished speaking. Get up and walk towards the stairwell.

"Ran Ran."

He stood on the stairs on the first floor, his handsome face looked up at Wen Ran coming down from above, the corners of his mouth, the arc of petting.

Wenran responded, and she met his eyes with a gentle smile on her face. She put her hand on his palm, and the two of them interlocked their fingers, and the warmth reached the heart through the fingers.

Mo Xiuchen walked into the dining room with Wen Ran's hand. Zhang Ma quickly brought breakfast. The two of them ate breakfast quietly like the happy days before. Even if they didn't speak, the air flowing around them was also stained. With a faint taste of happiness.

After breakfast, Mo Xiuchen drove Wen Ran to work. Sitting in the passenger seat, Wen Ran said with a smile: "Xiu Chen, you used to drive me to the pharmaceutical factory every day, and then go back to the company by yourself. To work."

"Really?" Mo Xiuchen blinked blankly, but unfortunately, he didn't remember.

There must be many good memories between him and Ranran.

Wen Ran nodded gently, perhaps she felt the loss in his heart, and she said softly, "Xiu Chen, you will definitely be able to retrieve the memory. I will tell you something every day. When you know more, maybe I can remember."

Mo Xiuchen smiled at the corners of his lips: "Of course, I will try to make myself think of it sooner."

"Do not worry."

Mo Xiuchen shook his head gently and calmly, his eyes soft and firm: "If you don’t have you in those memories, it doesn’t matter if I think about it. But in the past that I have forgotten, there are many good memories of us. I must get it back."

"It’s okay, you forgot, don’t you still have one I remember?"

"How can I just let you remember it alone?" Mo Xiuchen didn't like this feeling. Every time he talked about their past, he was like a listener, but that was clearly their common experience.

Dear goddesses, happy April Fool's Day. Good-hearted, I was fooled yesterday. Don’t be deceived today, okay, today is a new month. Everyone has a monthly pass. Throw it over!

(End of this chapter)