Cheng Jia stared at the phone and posted it for a while, feeling that she could not wait any longer. When Mo Xiuchen took the initiative to find her, she had to take the initiative to find Mo Xiuchen and show her attitude to him.

She was willing to follow what he said, change the shortcomings he raised, and start from scratch, so that he could look at her differently.

However, the phone rang and no one answered.

Her heart was pulled by a rope in the beeping sound, and it was tightened for a while, feeling very uncomfortable until the sound stopped automatically, and the tightened rope broke violently!

She pursed her lips tightly, stood up, entered the bedroom, picked up the most beautiful clothes to put on, sat in front of the dressing table and carefully put on makeup, picked up her bag and went out!

Half an hour later, a red taxi stopped in front of the MS Group Building. Cheng Jia paid the fare, got off, looked up at the magnificent building, subconsciously grabbed the bag strap, stepped on three-inch high heels, and walked towards the office building.

She worked here before, and she was injured before she rested at home. When she came in today, no one stopped her and she was unobstructed.

After coming out of the elevator, Cheng Jia saw Mo Xiuchen and several customers coming out of the conference room at the other end of the corridor. Luo Haofeng followed him, shook hands enthusiastically with the customer, and said something. He had handsome eyebrows and a shallow smile. Even when facing the customer, he did not face the gentleness and enthusiasm of Wen Ranshi.

The client was obviously used to his lukewarm, noble and cold attitude, and still shook hands with him with a smile. After saying goodbye, Luo Haofeng sent him away.

Across ten meters apart, Mo Xiuchen stood tall in the spacious and bright corridor, with his hands in his pockets, and his eyes looked at Cheng Jia with cold eyes.

Facing his cold and sharp eyes, Cheng Jia's heartbeat was inexplicably beaten. She pursed her lips, tried to control her accelerated heartbeat, and walked towards him with elegant steps.

"Mr. Mo, I called you just now. You were busy and didn't answer, so I came by a taxi."

Cheng Jia stopped two steps away from Mo Xiuchen and looked at him with a smile and gentle smile.

Compared to her joy and excitement when she saw him, Mo Xiuchen had no extra expression on his face. He just said "um" lightly, walked to his office, and pushed the door open and went in.

Cheng Jia did not dare to hesitate and immediately followed him into the office.

"Have your injuries been healed?"

When Mo Xiuchen was speaking, he did not look back at Cheng Jia, but instead strode to the spade wood desk, pulled open the high-end rotating chair and sat down.

Cheng Jiaxian stood at the desk, her eyes softly looking at the man behind the desk. She hadn't seen her for many days. She hadn't seen her since she warned her in the hospital that night.

She heard that he was stabbed in City C a few days ago. Now, he looked at him without any bad looks, and it was still the same. It seems that Wen Ran took good care of him.

Thinking of Wen Ran going to City C, she stayed in front of his bed to take care of him every day, but she could only miss her day and night at home alone. Her heart ached violently again, and she bit her lip hard. She whispered: "Mr. Mo, I heard that you were injured a few days ago, but now you are better. Why don't you rest for a few more days and go to work again as soon as you come back."

"That little injury is not a problem."

Mo Xiuchen picked up the thermos cup next to him, unscrewed the lid, took a graceful sip of water, covered the lid, put the cup back on the table, grabbed the mouse, and looked down at the computer screen.

Seeing that he treated himself as an invisible person, Cheng Jia started work on her own, she felt a little sad and asked proactively: "Mr. Mo, did I tell you what Xiao Liu told you and Miss Wen that day, did he tell you?"

"Yeah, I've told you."

Mo Xiuchen answered without raising his head, holding the mouse and letting go, his slender fingers flexibly tapping on the keyboard, his eyebrows were handsome and his eyes were focused, making people unable to take their eyes off.

Cheng Jia was obsessed with watching it, and for a moment, she forgot the purpose of her coming.

Until Mo Xiuchen left the keyboard with his fingers, and after sending the email, he looked up and saw that she was still looking at him foolishly, his beautiful brow suddenly frowned, and a trace of disgust flashed through his deep eyes, and his tone was a little colder than before: "Is there anything else?"

Cheng Jia finally came back to her senses and blushed slightly embarrassedly. Seeing that he looked unhappy, she was shocked again and quickly explained: "Mr. Mo, I have something to do."

"Tell me!"

Mo Xiuchen moved the chair half a meter behind him, leaning into the chair with a long, cold face between his eyebrows.

"Mr. Mo, I have thought about it very seriously these days and summarized my previous mistakes. I would like to ask you to give me another chance. I am willing to correct those shortcomings."

"So, you asked Xiao Liu to tell me and Ranran that Zhou Mingfu was the murderer who killed her parents?"

Mo Xiuchen's deep eyes suddenly narrowed and looked at Cheng Jia sharply. The latter's heart trembled, and his voice couldn't help but lose his calmness, and a hint of panic: "Mr. Mo, what I said is true."

The sharpness in Mo Xiuchen's eyes disappeared and instantly returned to indifference, "I didn't believe you, but it was a little strange. Why didn't you say it sooner or later? It was just that after Zhou Mingfu died, there was no evidence to die. If you don't have any evidence, Zhou Mingfu did those things, it would be useless to believe you!"

The implication is that she must provide evidence to make everyone believe her.

Cheng Jia's little face turned pale and she said in embarrassment: "I overheard it by accident. Although there is no evidence, what I said is true. Miss Wen's parents were killed by Zhou Mingfu. He originally wanted to kill their family. Miss Wen was lucky and safe with the protection of Young Master Wen without his life."

Mo Xiuchen curled the corners of his lips lightly, and a second ago, only a three-point sarcasm appeared on his cold handsome face. His eyes looked at her with sharp scrutiny. But he just looked at her like that, without saying a word.

Cheng Jia suddenly raised his heart, his hands clenched into fists, and his body stood stiffly at the desk.

Time passed by minute by minute, Cheng Jia felt uneasy, spreading little by little to all limbs. Just when she could hardly bear Mo Xiuchen's sharp eyes, he suddenly spoke, "I never force anyone, you'd better go back to find Xiao Wenqing!"

"My Master!"

Cheng Jia's face turned pale when she heard this.

The shouting sounds were full of tremolo!

She looked at Mo Xiuchen with red eyes, as if she was saying, "She has done this, why, he doesn't want her."
Chapter completed!