Mohist

In the huge living room, Mo Jingteng was sitting alone on the sofa.

The air was filled with a strong anger, and Mo Jingteng threw his cell phone to the ground, splitting.

His wrinkled forehead was full of blue veins, and his hands and tendons were particularly obvious.

After a long time, his emotions gradually calmed down. He shouted "Comeone" at the door. Bodyguard Assen immediately walked in.

"master!"

"Call Zixuan and ask him to come back immediately."

Mo Jingteng glanced at the phone that was thrown away by himself and ordered Asen.

"Yes, Master."

Asen bent down and picked up his cell phone. Although he fell into pieces, it was not broken.

After Ah Sen made a call, his expression was slightly solemn. He looked at Mo Jingteng with an ugly face and reported hesitantly: "Master, the second young master is in the hospital. I heard that he was beaten by the eldest young master!"

Mo Jingteng's eyes changed and he asked sternly: "What's going on?"

"I don't know, I just said that the second young master was called by the eldest young master. The phone number was answered by a woman."

Asen said it in detail, but the other party didn't say anything about the specific situation.

Mo Jingteng's deep eyes flashed, why did Xiu Chen hit Zixuan? At the morning meeting, he didn't show any concern. Just every word was like a sharp blade piercing Mo Zixuan's heart. He still had to do it?

The person who should be upset should be Mo Zixuan, "Which hospital is in?"

After Mo Jingteng asked, seeing Asen looked confused, he waved his hand again: "Forget it, no matter him, I will call Xiu Chen to ask if it was Mo Zixuan's move first, so he hit him?"

Mo Xiuchen is not a person who can do things easily. Sometimes he is so calm that he, a father, finds it terrible.

Unless it is related to Wen Ran!

**

Late at night, a rare guest came to Mozhai.

It is Mo Xiuchen.

He sent Wen Ran home, and he drove back to the Mo House.

Just now, Mo Jingteng asked him and Mo Zixuan what was going on on the phone. He just replied coldly and went back to find him later.

Mo Jingteng was still waiting in the living room. When he saw him coming in, a trace of joy flashed across his face. He stood up from the sofa, "Xiuchen!"

There was a layer of frost condensed between Mo Xiuchen's eyebrows, and he turned a blind eye to Mo Jingteng's enthusiasm. He looked up at the tower and asked coldly, "Where is Mo Zixuan?"

"He hasn't come back. If you have anything, sit down and talk first."

Mo Jingteng winked at Asen on the side, and the latter immediately poured tea.

Mo Xiuchen sat down in front of the leather sofa, looked at Mo Jingteng with a curious look, and said his purpose: "Let Mo Zixuan leave the company."

Mo Jingteng's expression changed: "I just asked him to come back, how could I let him leave again?"

Not to mention that Xiao Wenqing had called just now, he didn't even want to get this call, and he didn't plan to let Mo Zixuan leave the company easily.

Mo Xiuchen sneered coldly, as if he knew everything about him, and the sarcasm in his eyes was unconcealed: "Do you think a Mo Zixuan can restrain me, or do you think he can really take the group away from me?"

If he hadn't been willing, let alone Mo Zixuan, or even ten, he would not have thought of taking the group away from him.

Mo Jingteng's old face changed a few times in an instant, and a hint of anger appeared in the wrinkles: "Xiuchen, if you are not afraid, why do you want Zixuan to leave? He is your younger brother. He came back to the company to help you. As long as you always remember and put the overall situation of the company first, he will not threaten your position."

Mo Xiuchen looked at him contemptuously. Under his glaring glare, he slowly took out a recorder and a U-disk from his pocket and spread his palms out.

Mo Jingteng's eyes shrank, "What is this?"

"Dad, you won't know that this is the recorder you want Ranran to give you. There is evidence of your transaction with Yang Xinfa in this U disk."

Mo Xiuchen's threat was so obvious that Mo Jingteng could not bear it. His old face changed in a blue and white manner, and his breathing became heavier: "Xiuchen, did you actually threaten me?"

He is his son.

Now, I am here to threaten him.

"threaten?"

Mo Xiuchen's slightly raised voice was filled with his disdain, and the corners of his mouth curled up, and his smile was cold, but the words he spoke were careless: "You said it was a threat, it's just a threat. Anyway, what you want is here. As long as you let Mo Zixuan leave the company, I will give you this thing."

Mo Jingteng's body trembled.

"Don't be excited, I haven't finished speaking yet."

Mo Xiuchen was not afraid of making him angry over there, and said lazily: "As long as you stop interfering in the company's affairs, I will not ask about anything you have done before."

The implication is that if he does not agree, he will have the ability to dig out all the things he had before.

Mo Jingteng laughed furiously: "What I exposed is not good for you, and the entire group will be implicated."

He didn't believe it, and Mo Xiuchen didn't care about the group at all.

If he doesn't care, he won't be able to tolerate Mo Zixuan anymore.

"Group?" Mo Xiuchen hummed softly: "I don't care about destroying him. That's your life's hard work and has nothing to do with me. If you don't want your life's hard work to be destroyed, let Mo Zixuan leave."

"Why can't you tolerate him?"

Mo Jingteng asked angrily, didn’t he take Mo Zixuan seriously?

Mo Xiuchen's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his voice was cold: "Because, he wanted to have a plan."

This is a bottom line that he cannot reach, Mo Zixuan did it tonight.

Even if the old man did not agree to his request, he would let Mo Zixuan leave the company. He had never thought of killing him all, but since the incident tonight, he would never let Mo Zixuan have a good time.

"You said, he had Wen Ran's idea?"

Mo Jingteng looked at Mo Xiuchen in surprise, and when he met his cold eyes, his heart skipped a beat, and suddenly remembered that he had instigated Mo Zixuan that night.

Unexpectedly, Mo Zixuan did it.

It seems that this is why Mo Xiuchen sent him into the hospital. Mo Zixuan moved Wen Ran?

Mo Xiuchen pursed his lips and did not speak, but the coldness emitted from his body caused the indoor temperature to drop rapidly.

Sitting opposite, Mo Jingteng felt cold.

"Xiuchen, Zixuan will not pose a threat to you in the company. You beat him tonight. In a short period of time, he will not dare to have any thoughts about Wen Ran anymore. You don't have to worry at all."

His eyes were fixed on the recorder and U disk in his palm. Those two things made him dare not refuse too directly.

At the beginning, Mo Xiuchen dared not even recognize his father because of Wen Ran. Besides, Mo Zixuan was really afraid that he would do something when he was annoyed!

Mo Xiuchen looked at him coldly for a few seconds, with his hands retracted, and his tall body stood up, "My patience is limited. Do you want Mo Zixuan to leave? Think about it yourself."
Chapter completed!