It's not a long distance from Jiangcheng to Lancheng. Less than three hours after talking to Wen Yi, Mo Shiqian heard his secretary knock on the door and come in to report that Mo Shichen was here. He replied without raising his head, "Please He comes in."
"Okay CEO."
After Mo Shiqian returned to Lancheng, he still served as the president of clod-mmer Asia.
After the secretary closed the door and went out, he raised his head and flipped through it, found a notebook, picked up the signature pen beside him, and wrote something smoothly on the white paper with the tip of the pen.
When Mo Shichen pushed the door open, he saw him tearing a piece of paper out of the book.
He walked to the desk.
Mo Shiqian raised his eyes, met those gentle and deep eyes, held the tissue paper between his fingers, stretched out his hand and handed it to him, saying calmly, "It's what you want."
Mo Shichen lowered his head and glanced, then raised his hand to take it. There was a light but warm smile on his lips, "Wen Yi asked you to give it to me?"
Mo Shiqian was noncommittal, "I'm very busy and don't have time to spend with you."
Mo Shichen's tone was calm, "You can send me a text message a few hours earlier to save me this trip."
He responded with a cold sneer, "You still expect me to take the initiative when it comes to your own affairs?"
After a moment of silence, Mo Shichen held the paper in his hand and turned around expressionlessly to leave.
The man in the revolving chair spoke again, "That woman, are you going to send someone to the United States to pick her up, or are you going to go there in person?"
Mo Shichen said nothing and turned around to look at him again.
Mo Shiqian curled his lips coldly, "When you came to Lancheng five years ago, you came after Wen Yi. Don't bother me again for the same thing."
Unfortunately, the more you mention some things and you feel disgusted, the easier it is to become a prophecy.
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Before meeting Mo Shiqian, Mo Shichen had not considered whether to send someone to pick up Li Qianrui or pick her up in person.
But since Mo Shiqian said that...he naturally chose the former.
The meaning of his words was so obvious, how could he not understand it.
… …
When Wen Yi saw Mo Shichen and Li Qianrui from a distance at the airport, she sincerely felt that such a coincidence could only be called fate, or - bad fate.
Ye Siran noticed that Wen Yi, who was walking side by side with him, suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at her in surprise, "Yier, what's wrong?"
Wen Yi put her hand on the suitcase's lever, looked back at her, and smiled, "Sister-in-law, do you think Jiangcheng is very small?"
"Well, it doesn't seem that big, but it's small compared to Paris..." Ye Siran saw her expression was different, blinked, and repeated the previous question in confusion, "What's wrong?"
Wen Yi didn't answer, she just raised her chin and said, "Hey, I saw Mr. Mo."
Um
Ye Siran followed the direction her gaze and chin pointed, and he easily saw Mo Shichen, who stood out among the crowd.
It was gradually entering late autumn, and the temperature in Jiangcheng was already low. The man wore a thin black long windbreaker with a casual style, simple and slim fit, which made his already slender figure even taller.
He stood leaning casually, followed by several men who were probably bodyguards. From the angle where they stood, they could only see the men's profiles. He lowered his head, raised his hand and glanced at the watch on his wrist. It seemed like he was not happy after waiting for a long time.
Ye Siran frowned and asked Wen Yi, "Is he waiting for us?"
Wen Yi was very calm, "According to my judgment, no."
Ye Siran frowned even more. After thinking for a few seconds, he said decisively, "Since we have encountered each other, let's go over."
Wen Yi turned to look at her, "Sister-in-law, didn't you say that when you come to Jiangcheng for vacation this time, it's just the two of us, and not even my brother is allowed to come with you?"
Ye Siran was silent for a moment, raised his hand and touched his nose, and said innocently, "We touched each other, so it doesn't make sense if we don't say hello, right? You see, we don't even have bodyguards with us, and we have to push the suitcase by ourselves. Let’s take a taxi and ask him to take us to the hotel... Men are sometimes used to enslave. If you don’t enslave yourself, you might be enslaved by others.”
Wen Yi stared at her for a while, "Sister-in-law, tell me the truth, why did my brother instruct you to bring me here?"
Ye Siran blinked and then spoke righteously, "He made me angry, I'm here for vacation!"
Wen Yi looked away and was too lazy to continue questioning her. Her sister-in-law was a husband-monger and there was no useful information that could be extracted from her. Besides, she could probably guess what her brother wanted to do.
She said calmly, "Let's go then. Tell him later that it was you who forced me to come, otherwise he would have come so far for me to monitor him."
"How could it be? Anyone who knows you knows that you are not that boring."
Ye Siran moved quickly, pushing the suitcase and was about to turn, but before she could take a step, she paused. She squinted her eyes and looked at the person in the wheelchair being protected by a bodyguard in a black suit. The young girl who was being pushed by the man with that appearance felt an unpleasant intuition immediately, her eyebrows furrowed, and her face became a bit colder.
Sure enough, the wheelchair was pushed directly in the direction of Mo Shichen.
The man who was waiting indifferently and impatiently also saw the wheelchair. He straightened up slightly. There was no obvious emotion on his handsome face. He just looked at her and called her name in a low voice.
Ye Siran saw Li Qianrui, and Wen Yi naturally saw it too.
She wore a white sweater and a loose cashmere skirt. Her long black hair was spread over her shoulders. When she saw the man she missed day and night, tears could not stop pouring out of her eyes.
Hearing him call her name, she could no longer control her emotions. She stopped the wheelchair, stood up, ran towards the man who was walking slowly, and threw herself into his arms, arms tightly She hugged his waist and burst into tears.
This scene immediately attracted the attention of many passers-by.
Ye Siran's palm-sized face had completely turned cold. She didn't care about the suitcase and stepped on her newly bought boots to step forward. However, she couldn't take more than two steps and was pulled by Wen Yi from behind.
"Sister-in-law, what are you doing, tearing me apart or taking action?"
Ye Siran turned around and looked at her with a frown on his face, "Yier, let me tell you, for some things, you have to rush out and put out the flames as soon as they are small, while you watch. If you let it go, it will have a chance to turn into a raging fire. There are dozens of women like this around your brother, but I haven’t shoveled them all clean."
Wen Yi still held her hand with no less strength. "Sister-in-law, those flames you put out are destined not to become raging fires. Mo Shichen and my brother are not the same people," she paused and changed her tone. Liang, "There is a word called "Ru Mang Kao Concubine", which makes people feel very sad and anxious. Their biological father is dead now. We are going over now. It is called - God assists."