Chapter 877 Mr. 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 because of Mo Xiuchen's anger. Moreover, Mo Jingteng could only spend the rest of his life in bed. He could not speak clearly due to a stroke. .

After saying these words, sweat dropped from his forehead.

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

And she could just use Mo Jingteng's power to get rid of Wen Ran. She pursed her lips and said hesitantly: "Chairman, given your current situation, I'm afraid Mo Xiuchen won't listen to you. I Can you make one more suggestion?"

"What?"

Mo Jingteng's eyes darkened, as if he was not satisfied with her bargaining.

Cheng Jia didn't care whether he was satisfied or not, and took this opportunity to say: "Chairman, I hope you will give me some shares of the group, so that even if Mo Xiuchen doesn't want to marry me, he will have to marry me."

"Master, I think Miss Cheng's proposal is okay. With the young master's personality, even if you force him, he will not compromise. If Miss Cheng has group shares and becomes one of the shareholders of MS Group, then it will be a different matter Don’t talk about it.”

The bodyguard on the side spoke for Cheng Jia. Mo Jingteng wanted to have a fit, but he listened to the bodyguard's words. Pressed down again.

**

suburban villa

When Wen Ran woke up, before opening her eyes, the scent of flowers lingered in her nose.

She opened her eyes, and what caught her sight was a handsome face as carved as a sculpture. The man had a smile on his brows and stared at her with gentle and deep eyes.

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

"Good morning!"

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

"Of course, if I were a flower-picking thief, I would only pick a beauty flower like yours." Mo Xiuchen smiled and stretched out his hand to pinch her cheek, but smiled warmly and dodged it.

"Get up?"

Mo Xiuchen's long fingers brushed her hair that fell on her cheeks, and his fingertips rubbed her delicate skin.

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

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

Wen Ran glanced at the pajamas he was wearing, and watched Mo Xiuchen's handsome back enter the cloakroom with gentle eyes. After a while, he returned to the bed with the clothes he had found.

"You go downstairs and wait for me first."

Wen Ran took the clothes and said softly.

Mo Xiuchen's eyes flashed, and a look of narrowing flashed across his eyes: "Of course, you don't have to be shy. Anyway, I've seen everything you should see."

"I'll wait for you downstairs."

When he finished speaking, he saw Wen Ran's little face turning red as expected. Before she could scold him, he added another sentence and turned around and left the master bedroom.

When he went downstairs, the newspaper had been placed on the coffee table. Mo Xiuchen sat down on the leather sofa and leaned lazily into the sofa. He crossed his legs casually and took the newspaper and read it casually.

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

Mo Xiuchen took out his mobile phone and saw the unfamiliar numbers on the caller ID. His handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly, a trace of doubt flashed across his eyes, and he pressed the answer button: "Hello!"

"Hello, Mr. Mo, I am Li Yaqing, the editor-in-chief of XX Weekly. I would like to conduct an interview with Mr. Mo..."

"Sorry, I won't accept any interviews." Before the other party could finish speaking, Mo Xiuchen refused indifferently, and there was a trace of condensation on his handsome facial features. Li Yaqing?

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

"Mr. Mo..."

The other party wanted to say something else, but Mo Xiuchen pressed it with his long finger and hung up the phone.

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

"Hello!"

"Officer Lu, this is Mo Xiuchen." This number was given to Mo Xiuchen by Wen Jin two days ago.

However, Mo Xiuchen changed his number. Lu Zhihua didn't know it was him. Hearing his voice, he was a little surprised and a little happy: "Mr. Mo, why is it you? What can I do?"

"I want to report Mo Jingteng. You will take someone to the MS Group to find me later. I will give you all the evidence of his crimes."

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

He also heard from Wen Jin that Mo Xiuchen had lost his memory.

How could he not be surprised when he heard that he wanted to report Mo Jingteng and give him all the evidence of Mo Jingteng's crime.

Mo Xiuchen curled his lips slightly and looked at the woman coming down the stairwell. His voice couldn't help but be a little gentler: "I'll hang up now. We'll talk to you later."

Regardless of whether Lu Zhi'ai had anything else to say, Mo Xiuchen hung up the phone after finishing his sentence. Get up and walk towards the stairwell.

"Ran Ran."

He stood at the stairs on the first floor, his handsome face slightly raised as he looked at Wen Ran who was coming down from above, with a fond smile on his lips.

Wen Ran responded, and when she met his gaze, a gentle smile appeared on her face. She put her hand on his palm, and the two intertwined their fingers, and the slightest warmth penetrated through the fingers and reached her heart.

Mo Xiuchen held Wen Ran's hand and walked into the restaurant. Zhang Ma quickly served 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 stained. Smells lightly with happiness.

After breakfast, Mo Xiuchen drove Wen Ran to work. Sitting in the passenger seat, Wen Ran said with a smile: "Xiuchen, there was a time when you drove me to the pharmaceutical factory every day and then returned to the company by yourself. work."

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

There must be many, many good memories between him and Ranran.

Wen Ran nodded lightly, perhaps feeling the loss in his heart, and she said gently: "Xiu Chen, you will definitely be able to get your memory back. I tell you something every day. When you know more, maybe you can I can remember it."

A smile appeared on the corner of Mo Xiuchen's lips: "Of course, I will try my best to remember it earlier."

"Do not worry."

Wen Ran comforted her, but Mo Xiuchen shook his head, his eyes gentle but firm: "If you are not in those memories, it doesn't matter whether I think about it or not. But in the past that I forgot, there are many beautiful memories of us. I have to get it back."

"It doesn't matter, you forgot, don't I still remember it?"

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

Happy April Fools' Day, dear goddesses. I was kind-hearted and was deceived yesterday. Please don’t be deceived today. Today is a new month. Everyone has a monthly pass. Throw it over!