Cheng Jia looked at Mo Xiuchen in surprise: "Mr. Mo, is your birthday on the weekend?"

A trace of sarcasm passed through Mo Xiuchen's cold eyes, and his handsome facial features were covered with a layer of frost, and his expression was cold and disdainful.

His birthday is the eighth day of the eighth lunar month.

However, he really wanted to ask, Mo Jingteng remembered his birthday, but he remembered that it was also his mother's death day. On his eighth birthday, his mother jumped into the building in front of him...

Mo Jingteng really forgot. When he saw Mo Xiuchen's sudden cold expression, he suddenly realized that a hint of embarrassment flashed across his old face, which had been settled over time. On the side, Cheng Jia observed his expression and saw Mo Xiuchen's expression change. He bit his lip lightly and did not dare to speak again.

In the huge office, the atmosphere suddenly became cold.

When Mo Jingteng looked at his son's sarcastic eyes, he opened his mouth and wanted to explain, but he didn't know how to explain. A sneer in Xiao Wenqing's eyes next to him was fleeting. Just as he was about to speak, a knock on the door suddenly sounded outside the door.

"Come in!"

Mo Jingteng's expression changed slightly, and he took this opportunity to avoid Mo Xiuchen's sarcastic eyes and spoke in a deep voice.

The person who came in was Mo Zixuan. He was holding a document in his hand. Seeing Mo Xiuchen also in the office, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

Mo Jingteng saw the documents in Mo Zixuan's hand and was about to ask him what happened. He moved away the awkward topic just now. Unexpectedly, Mo Xiuchen, who had a cold breath around him the other second ago, suddenly curled his lips and smiled, and agreed readily: "Okay, Wen Ran and I will definitely go back on the weekend. Call Zhou Lin too. She is already Zixuan's woman. Maybe now she has descendants of the Mo family in her belly!"

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Mo Zixuan had just come in and didn't know what was happening in the office. When he heard Mo Xiuchen's words, his handsome face suddenly changed color, his eyes shot at him with a cold look, and his fingers holding the document tightened.

Mo Jingteng frowned, turned to look at his younger son, and said in a deep voice: "Zixuan, tell Zhou Lin later that this weekend, let her come to her home for dinner, and choose a day to get the wedding."

Mo Zixuan was angry and blurted out without thinking: "If you want to get yourself together, I will not marry Zhou Lin."

"Zixuan, how could you talk to your dad like this!"

Xiao Wenqing's face changed and he quickly spoke up to stop Mo Zixuan. There was an outsider in the room.

Mo Zixuan disagreed and continued, "Why can't I? I don't like Zhou Lin at all. I said that I was designed by someone. The person I love is Wen Ran. Except for her, I will never marry anyone in my life."

When saying this, Mo Zixuan glared at Mo Xiuchen hatefully. He must have designed himself to go to bed with Zhou Lin and took the opportunity to take away the woman he loved.

Mo Xiuchen had a sneer on the corner of his sexy mouth, and he looked at Mo Zixuan with narrow eyes. His seemingly careless words were filled with a strong warning and coldness: "Wen Ran is your sister-in-law, not what you can think of, nor is it a woman like Zhou Lin who can sleep with a man at will."

"Ranran was originally my girlfriend. If you hadn't gotten her with despicable means, she wouldn't have married you."

Mo Zixuan was furious. He determined that the person who drugged him was Mo Xiuchen.

"The means are mean?"
Chapter completed!