On the 27th day of the twelfth lunar month, the MS Group officially took off and went to work on the eighth day of the first lunar month.

At noon that day, the company had a meal for the last time. In the afternoon, Mo Xiuchen turned down everything and accompanied Wen Ran to go shopping.

"Ranran, have you decided to buy something?"

Mo Xiuchen held Wen Ran's hand and walked on the crowded street. In the past few days, no matter what time period, there were so many people.

He paid attention to his side and did not let someone squeeze into her. Behind him, Qingfeng and Qingyang followed him from afar. Since the day they protected Wen Ran's safety, they had never dared to be careless. Wherever Wen Ran went, they followed him.

These days, they have been very calm, but their vigilance has never been lowered.

There is no news about Xiao Wenqing and Wu Tianyi. They appeared in City B for a while and didn't know where to hide. The closer the Spring Festival is, the more cautious Mo Xiuchen is. With his understanding of Xiao Wenqing and Wu Tianyi, they will not do nothing this year.

"I can't remember what to buy at once. Otherwise, we will buy whatever we see in a while. If we don't meet what we like, we won't buy anything."

Wen Ran hasn't been shopping like this for a long time, not to mention that Mo Xiuchen accompanied her shopping, both excited and happy.

She looked around and saw that this street was selling New Year's goods, which was very lively.

Even if you don’t buy anything, you’re happy to go out and enjoy the New Year atmosphere.

Mo Xiuchen's mouth was bent with a perfect curve, and his eyes looked at Wen Ran's clear and bright smile with gentle eyes, "Okay, this afternoon, you have the final say. You can buy as much as you want."

"Xiuchen, you are so good!"

Wen Ran smiled and pointed to the shop in front of him that wrote Spring Festival couplets and said, "Let's go there to see, Xiuchen, can you write calligraphy?"

Mo Xiuchen's fountain pen handwriting is beautiful, strong and powerful, both bold and elegant. I wonder if he will write brush handwriting.

Mo Xiuchen looked in the direction of her finger. At the door of the store, an elderly man was sitting at the table writing a Spring Festival couplet. His eyes were filled with smiles: "Ranran, do you want to see me write calligraphy?"

"If you could write."

Wen Ran blinked playfully, causing Mo Xiuchen to laugh out loud: "Okay, but if I know how to write, what reward will I be satisfied with you?"

Wen Ran was stunned, and was shook by Mo Xiuchen's handsome and charming smile. Seeing that someone around him looked at them, she lowered her voice and asked, "What reward do you want?"

A scheming flashed in Mo Xiuchen's eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was stained with evil charm. He lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "Tonight, you go up and me!"

Wen Ran's little face turned red after slapped.

I don't know if it was because of the heat sprayed in her ears, or because of the strong hints and ambiguity in his words, her heart beat, and she followed the rhythm, glared at him fiercely, pouted and ignored him.

"Ranran, do you still need to read my writing?"

Mo Xiuchen had a deep smile on the corner of his mouth. No matter what Wen Ran's expression was, he liked it tightly, and his eyes were deep and joking.

"That's up to me."

Wen Ran was not willing to be outdone and raised his chin like a queen.

"make a deal!"

Mo Xiuchen agreed readily, pulled her to the shop a few steps, and shouted to the others around the table: "Please give in!"

As it turns out, there are many benefits to being handsome.

Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran, the handsome man and the beautiful woman, even if they don’t speak, the breath they reveal is noble and elegant. When others see them, they give in to each other.

The elderly man at the table just finished writing a couplet. He looked up and saw Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran. A light flashed in his eyes. He asked with a smile: "Mr. Mo and Mrs. Mo, do you also want to write couplets?"

Wen Ran blinked in surprise and said that this old man actually knew them.

Mo Xiuchen smiled and said, "Old man, I want to borrow your pen, ink, paper and inkstone to write a couplet by myself, and the price will be based on your rules."

The people around me didn't know Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran at first, but they just felt familiar. Now, when the old man said that, they started to talk. Someone said, "They are the president and the president's wife of the MS Group. Last time, I saw them on TV, but they themselves look more handsome and more beautiful."

The old man swept his bright eyes over Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran, stood up with a smile, and gave him the position: "President Mo, please feel free!"

Mo Xiuchen took the brush he handed over, "Old man, you don't have to stand up. I won't sit down, just write while standing."

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Mohist

When Mo Zixuan went back, Mo Jingteng was sitting in the living room smoking.

In the deserted living room, he was the only one, and even the bodyguard was not there to serve him.

Mo Zixuan walked into the living room, smiled three times on his face, walked to the sofa, and asked with concern: "Dad, why are you sitting here alone smoking? The weather outside is very good today. I'll accompany you out for a walk in the yard!"

Mo Jingteng looked up at Mo Zixuan, "Have you contacted your mother?"

Mo Zixuan was stunned and shook his head and said, "Dad, I have never contacted me since my mother left. Why did you suddenly ask this?"

Mo Jingteng snorted coldly, "If she contacts you, you must tell me."

"I know."

After Mo Zixuan finished speaking, he sat down next to Mo Jingteng and asked casually: "Dad, do you know that Wen Ran is not Wen Hongrui's daughter?"

Mo Jingteng was putting the cigarette in his mouth. Hearing this, he paused and looked at Mo Zixuan with sharp eyes: "Wen Ran is not Wen Hongrui's daughter? Who did you hear?"

Since Mo Xiuchen told reporters about Xiao Wenqing's elopement with others, Mo Jingteng has never left the house. These days, even if it is a company matter, he has arranged it by phone.

A sneer flashed in Mo Zixuan's eyes, "Dad, I have known Wen Ran's life experience for a long time. Do you still remember Zhou Lin and I went to F City to take wedding photos? At that time, Zhou Lin stayed in F City to investigate Wen Ran's life experience."

Mo Jingteng suddenly narrowed his eyes, "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Mo Zixuan's face changed, his voice was a little depressed: "At that time, for some reasons, I didn't have time to say that later, my mother wiped out my memory of Wen Ran, which I remembered a few days ago. These days, I investigated Wen Ran again. It turned out that she was Gu Yan's daughter."

A look of shock appeared on Mo Jingteng's face.

"Old Gu's daughter?"

His relationship with Gu Yan was not as close as brothers as Mo Xiuchen and Gu Kai, but he had known each other for decades and was considered an old friend.

Gu Kai's wife ended up depressed in the end because she missed their daughter day and night.
Chapter completed!