Mo Shichen pinched his eyebrows, closed his eyes, and said nothing.
After being silent for a while, Kandin had no choice but to rack his brains to speak again, and said bravely, "President... I think if I can take this opportunity to get my wife to return to Paris, that would be a good ending."
He sneered coldly, "Are you going to tell her?"
"If Madam takes me seriously," Kanding did not dare to continue to anger him at this juncture, and then asked hurriedly, "Then you think... should this matter be handed over to the police or... how to deal with it?"
Mo Shichen opened his eyes and looked at the setting sun in the distance. "Who did you find out about the people who worked for my father back then?"
Kandin considered it and said, "It's still unclear who is involved, but it is definitely within the scope of the lock."
He hummed, and then said, "I'll come back and solve these two things together."
Kanding also wanted to ask if he would take his wife with him, but he gave it up after thinking about it. His wife had been a problem for the CEO recently, so he decided not to take advantage of her, so he said, "Okay, I will step up the investigation and report to you immediately if there is any progress." "
Mo Shichen hung up the phone.
He narrowed his eyes, played with the corners of his phone with his fingers, and then unconsciously raised his head to look at the floor where Wen Yi was - although he couldn't actually see it from this way.
After a minute, he opened the door and got out of the car.
… …
When Wen Yi heard the doorbell ringing, she had an inexplicable premonition that it was him. She thought that he was indeed here, but she couldn't help but sneer and ridicule in her heart. She didn't know how shameless this man was to say this to her.
She wrapped her shawl and went to open the door.
Outside the door, he was wearing a rare casual coat. When the door opened, he was lowering his eyes and thinking about something. After the door was opened, he raised his eyelids and looked at her. His handsome face showed his recent signature light smile, "I thought My wife saw through the peephole that it was me and didn’t want to open the door.”
She looked calm and said, "Do you want to see me for anything?"
"I want to treat you to dinner."
"reject."
"What are you going to eat tonight?"
"I'll decide when I want to eat it."
It was now around five o'clock in the evening, and there was indeed still half to an hour before she had dinner.
"I have something to talk to you about. Do you want to stand at the door and chat?"
Wen Yi looked thoughtful and said after a few seconds, "Then find a restaurant nearby. I'll go change clothes and you wait for me."
Mo Shichen looked at the woman who was about to close the door, raised his eyebrows, and asked funnyly, "You won't be allowed in through the door. Madam, why are you so wary of me?"
"It is necessary to guard against you. You should be more self-aware, Mr. Mo."
There was a "pop" sound, not heavy, and the door was already closed.
Mo Shichen looked at the closed door, the corners of his lips curved in a warm arc.
… …
Nearly half an hour later, Wen Yi changed her clothes, put on her make-up and opened the door. The man leaning against the wall outside the door had almost finished his cigarette. When he saw her coming out, he smiled through the smoke and said, "You've left me hanging out for so long, and you can't even let me in to sit and wait. Madam, it's natural for you to feel at ease."
Wen Yi glanced at him and said, "Who gave you so much black history? How do I know if you will suddenly pounce on me and cause your own trouble?"
He wasn't angry either, he smiled lightly and made an invitation gesture.
The two of them found what seemed to be the most upscale restaurant near the community and went in. It was not yet get off work at this time, so there were not many people eating. Wen Yi asked for a relatively secluded location and sat down face to face.
Wen Yi looked at the menu, and Mo Shichen looked at her.
She was very at ease, like she was really in the mood to study the menu and think about what she should eat.
"Qian Rui was kidnapped."
It was a sudden sentence that did not even foreshadow the atmosphere. When Wen Yi was flipping through the menu, he suddenly said this sentence from the opposite side.
Wen Yi looked up at him, her fingers on the menu unconsciously making meaningless movements. After a few seconds, she spoke, "Oh? You came here to tell me specifically because... she was kidnapped, so you have to go back. Come to say goodbye to me?"
"I want you to come back to Paris with me."
"Didn't you always hope?"
His voice became so weak that he couldn't distinguish his true emotions, "The kidnapper said, let me go back to Paris with you."
"I?"
"Well, if she doesn't come back after fifteen hours, let someone take her turn."
She raised her eyebrows, seeming a little surprised, and then said, "No matter how you hear it, I think it's safer to stay in Lancheng?"
Mo Shichen was silent and stared at her nakedly.
Wen Yi leaned back and smiled, "Why do you think I'm standing by and watching without help? There's nothing you can do if you're not satisfied. I'm such a person, and you shouldn't have known about it for the first time."
"You hate her so much?"
"You can say that."
He picked up the wine glass on the side, brought it to his lips and took a few sips, then put it down, narrowed his eyes and looked at her, with a playful smile on his lips, "Then I'll let the kidnappers tear her apart to vent your hatred. How about you stop divorcing me and just go back with me?"
Wen Yi's eyes narrowed, "What?"
The man's mellow voice was slow and leisurely, as if he was saying something insignificant, "I don't care whether she is tortured or killed. Don't think about divorcing me again."
She looked at him. His expression was not serious, like a joke, but his tone of voice was very indifferent, so indifferent that it made people think that he was asking her opinion in an understatement.
"Are you willing?"
"I wanted to arrange her properly, but she always caused me trouble. It was my fault that you wanted to divorce me, so I couldn't blame her. But she still doesn't stop, and my own woman hasn't When I came back, she caused trouble for me again, and I didn’t want to take care of it anymore.”
Wen Yi's mind was confused.
First, she never expected that he would have this attitude. Second, she didn't know if what he said was true, or if he was trying to test her, or if she sensed something, so she simply retreated before advancing.
After a while, she heard her own voice, "I want to divorce you not because of Li Qianrui's existence. She is just the trigger, not the essential reason."
Mo Shichen stared at her without saying a word.
Wen Yi's mind quickly returned to normal, she raised her face and smiled at him, "Besides, if you really don't want to care about her, why did you come to me specifically?"
He came to see her specifically, and it really wasn't because of Li Qianrui. She hadn't seen him for two days, and she didn't answer his calls. He missed her.
He came quickly and was a man of action. Even though he speculated that she might not open the door for him, he still came. It was just that when he got downstairs, he suddenly received a call from Kang Ding.
"I really don't have a chance to beat around the bush when talking to my wife," Mo Shichen leaned back and said calmly, "You come back to Paris with me, and I will return your ID to you and wait for her matter to be resolved. Now, I will no longer stop you from coming to Lancheng or signing a work contract with Mo Shiqian."
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