Rather than saying that Mo Xiuchen went to the guest room to prove that he would not invade her, it would be better to say that he slammed the door and left. He was like her and didn't know what to do.

In order to keep her by his side, he used up all his ways.

He had no choice but to use both soft and hard work. He had no choice but tonight, he would say those ruthless words. While hurting her, his heart was no less painful than her.

In the guest room, Mo Xiuchen stood coldly and lonely in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Between his index finger and middle finger, there was a half-burning smoke between his right index finger and middle finger. The curling smoke rose, covering his deep dark eyes, and the breath filled his body, lonely and silent.

Wen Ran's pale face appeared in his mind again, and the smoke in his hand suddenly broke into two pieces and fell on the carpet at his feet.

He pursed his thin lips, bent down, picked up the cigarette butt on the ground, turned around and walked to the sofa, threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray on the coffee table, and sat tiredly on the leather sofa.

A hint of coldness and perseverance appeared in his dark eyes. He leaned into the back of the sofa, took out his cell phone, and dialed a phone number.

The phone rang a few times, and an old and slightly tired voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hey!"

Mo Xiuchen's handsome facial features condensed into a coldness. His long fingers with clear joints were pinching his phone tightly, leaning his head slightly on the sofa, and speaking coldly: "I want to resign from the position of president of MS Group, and I will recommend Mo Zixuan to the board of directors."

"Xiuchen, why are you?"

On the other end of the phone, Mo Jingteng's voice was surprised and puzzled, and there was a hint of unaware displeasure.

Although he had heard Mo Zixuan mention it before and knew that they had made a deal and Mo Xiu would give one of the president to Mo Zixuan in the world, he did not agree.

He knew his two sons, at least he knew that Xiu Chen was more suitable for managing a company than Zixuan. Zixuan was not as wise, courageous, and smart as he was!

If the company is handed over to Zixuan, it is not guaranteed that he has the ability to manage and develop the company, perhaps the company will be destroyed in his hands.

A faint slight curl of the corner of Mo Xiuchen's lips, and his voice seemed cold and ruthless in the middle of the night: "No, I don't want to waste all my life on work. I'm going to quit and live the life I want."

He is tired!

Since he was a teenager, he has worked hard to strengthen himself and to avenge his mother. For more than ten years, he has not lived a good day for himself.

Now, he doesn't want to live such a life again, nor does he want to bear such heavy responsibilities. He wants to quit his job and accompany his beloved woman well.

In his heart, he made the worst plan.

If Akai and his father really couldn't find a way to treat and detoxify Ranran, he would use himself to detoxify her. It doesn't matter whether Ranran agreed or not, he had decided, so he would naturally have a way to force her to commit it.

As long as she lives well, even if she has no children, even if he leads poison into his body, in the end, if he can't accompany her, he still wants her to live well.

"Xiuchen, are you thinking about resigning for Wen Ran?"

Mo Jingteng's slightly cold voice came with questions, and he knew that Xiu Chen would abandon everything and ignore it for Wen Ran.

That Wen Ran would never have children in her life. Some time ago, he thought she would really divorce Xiu Chen, and he was a little happy. Unexpectedly, after only a few days, she returned to Xiu Chen.

Mo Jingteng was thinking about whether to find some time to talk to Wen Ran, but unexpectedly, before he went to Wen Ran, Mo Xiuchen told him that he was resigning.

His words meant that he would do it immediately.

"For whom I am my business, I just notify you that I am not interested in your company. Whether you are taking care of yourself, asking Mo Zixuan to take office, or hiring a professional manager, it is your business. I will submit my resignation tomorrow."

Mo Xiuchen didn't have the extra energy to explain anything.

He didn't want to explain to Mo Jingteng. In his heart, Mo Jingteng was not a qualified father at all. He was used to being cold and had no father-son affection for Mo Jingteng.

Before, he even hated him.

But now, he suddenly realized that hating him was meaningless.

Now, Xiao Wenqing is being detained, Wu Tianyi is dead, and only Fu Jingyi, who almost killed him back then, is also the bastard who wants to hurt Ranran.

He would not give up looking for Fu Jingyi. Even if he did not rely on the ms group, he himself had enough wealth to find Fu Jingyi. Because he was not the only ms group.

"Xiuchen, how could you say such irresponsible words? Is the ms group my own? I am a person whose body has been in the loess. Now the company belongs to you and Zixuan. As the descendant of the Mo family and the eldest son, you have the responsibility to inherit..."

"Responsibility? Don't tell me the word responsibility, let alone anything to me. I am the descendant of the Mo family and the eldest son?"

Mo Xiuchen interrupted Mo Jingteng's words disdainfully, with a cold and sarcastic curve on the corner of his mouth. Through the phone, Mo Jingteng could hear the disdainful anger in his tone even if he couldn't see the mockery on his face.

"Xiuchen, I know you hate me, but this can't change the fact that Mohist blood is flowing in your body."

Mo Jingteng has never had a good temper. Every time he can't say a few words to Mo Xiuchen, he will be angry. Tonight is no exception.

He just thought about asking Mo Xiuchen to stay and not let him abandon the company and ignore it.

In a rage, he forgot that this son was not afraid of his majesty at all. He was not Zixuan.

"I don't care at all."

Mo Xiuchen spoke indifferently and mocked, not only because he was not interested. He once hated himself as his son of Mo Jingteng. Especially in those years, he was unable to protect himself. He was framed by Xiao Wenqing again and again, and when he escaped from death several times, he hated Mo Jingteng to death.

"Don't you even care about those stocks? If you don't have money, how can you make Wen Ran happy?"

Mo Jingteng actually knew very well that Mo Xiuchen had made a lot of money over the years, but he thought that Mo Xiuchen, like everyone else, would have a strong interest in wealth.

After all, no one would think that there is too much money.

"I don't care. I'll give those things to whoever you want. Don't try to persuade me anymore. What I decided is not something you can convince. Mo Zixuan is very interested in your company. You can let him show his skills."

Mo Jingteng on the other end of the phone suddenly fell silent, thinking hard in his heart how to get Mo Xiuchen to give up the idea of ​​leaving the company.
Chapter completed!