Through the phone, Mo Jingteng, who was far away in City D, certainly couldn't see Mo Xiuchen's expression at this moment. He was very satisfied with the coldness in Mo Xiuchen's tone.

Mo Xiuchen, who had lost his memory, is now the chess piece in his hand. He listens to and does whatever he says, which is more than a hundred times better than the son who had argued with him in everything before.

He hopes that Mo Xiuchen's memory will never be retrieved, so that he can continue to develop the MS Group, which he worked hard for a lifetime to develop to another new height.

"Okay, then I'll wait for you to come back."

Mo Jingteng asked about the situation in D country again. Mo Xiuchen answered one by one. After chatting for nearly twenty minutes, he hung up the phone with satisfaction.

Mo Xiuchen leaned halfway on the head of the bed, turned on the message I sent a few days ago, and looked at the strange information exchange, the coldness between his eyebrows dissipated unconsciously.

Although he took the initiative to send messages to the other party twice, and after he replied to her message, she stopped replying to his message, but he found it interesting to have such a strange communication with a stranger.

He reread the message, frowned and pondered for a moment, and began to edit the content. As soon as he wrote two words, the doorbell rang.

Mo Xiuchen paused slightly when editing information, looked up at the door, lowered his head and continued to edit information.

After he finished writing, the door ringtone stopped, but before his message was sent, the ringtone of the cell phone rang.

Mo Xiuchen pressed the hang-up button without hesitation, his beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, and a trace of displeasure appeared in his eyes.

The person who rang the doorbell was Cheng Jia, and the person who called him was Cheng Jia. She didn't know what she was going to do this night, but no matter what she had, Mo Xiuchen didn't want to pay attention to her.

He sent the message out. In less than ten seconds, Cheng Jia's phone call came in again. Mo Xiuchen did not hang up this time. He pressed the answer button with his slender fingers. Without waiting for the other party to speak, he spoke coldly: "I'm sleeping, I'll talk about anything tomorrow."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Mo Xiuchen could imagine Cheng Jia's expression outside the door at this moment. When he thought that she must be disappointed and sad, he felt inexplicably comfortable. He once again suspected that he really liked her before?

Probably not.

A thought flashed through his mind. He narrowed his deep eyes, curled his lips slightly, and dialed Mo Jingteng's number.

After the phone rang twice, Mo Jingteng's voice came, "Xiuchen, is there anything else?"

Mo Xiuchen sat upright slightly, calmed his expression, and said slowly: "Dad, I want Cheng Jia to return to China to rest for a while."

"Why did she make you unhappy?"

Mo Jingteng asked in surprise. He knew that Mo Xiuchen was very indifferent to Cheng Jia during this period. He seemed to have no disbelief in his belief that Cheng Jia was his fiancée. He just lost his memory. No matter what his relationship with her before, he was not interested now.

"Her foot was sprained. She stayed here and thought about work every day. She was worried about everything and could not rest well. It was said that the muscles and bones were damaged for a hundred days. I was afraid that if she continued like this, her feet would not be cured. If there were any sequelae left, it would be bad."

Mo Xiuchen's voice was low and gentle. Although he did not say that he felt sorry for Cheng Jia, there was concern in the words. However, this concern made people unable to associate it with others.

Mo Jingteng suddenly became a little confused when he heard what he said.

"Xiuchen, you have lost your memory and are so concerned about Cheng Jia. It seems that you have been getting along well during this period. But does Cheng Jia know?"

"I haven't told her yet, dad, it doesn't matter what Cheng Jia and I were like in the past, because I have forgotten that now, for me, except for being a secretary at work, she is at most just a friend."

Mo Xiuchen's voice suddenly faded. Mo Jingteng was stunned when he heard it, and then laughed: "Xiuchen, what do you mean is, what are you going to do in the future? Are you still not sure, right?"

"Well, Cheng Jia has some abilities, but she is just a secretary. She has many more famous ladies than her."

After saying that, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he was in a very happy mood.

He knew that the old man must understand what he meant. Cheng Jia had no family background, but he had saved him. It was the same thing that he liked her before, but now he has no interest in her. He can find a woman who is more suitable to be the wife of the president of the MS Group than Cheng Jia in minutes.

He didn't really want to find a similar portal, but he wanted Mo Jingteng to get Cheng Jia back, and he was quiet for a while.

Mo Jingteng thought about it for a few seconds on the other end of the phone, and said neither against nor to help him: "Xiuchen, since you want Cheng Jia to return to China to rest, let her come back. I will arrange someone to pick her up at the airport."

When Mo Jingteng agreed to Cheng Jia's request, he might not be unhappy.

However, it was because he couldn't find a more suitable candidate for a while that he chose Cheng Jia. Now, Xiu Chen doesn't want her, so she can't blame him for coming.

**

City C, when Wen Ran received Mo Xiuchen's message, he returned to the office just after the meeting.

The meeting ended until ten o'clock. After coming out of the conference room, Wen Ran said to Qin Mu behind him: "Wait for me, I'll get you information."

Qin Mu smiled slightly and said in a gentle tone: "I'll go with you so you can avoid running around."

He didn't forget that Wen Ran was like him. Her body might not have been well maintained by the person who had just survived death not long ago. He would not be willing to make her tired.

Although Wen Ran was just a distance upstairs and downstairs, Qin Mu didn't think so.

Qin Mu followed Wen Ran into the office. Wen Ran found the information he wanted. As soon as he handed it to him, the childish and funny ringtone that rang that night suddenly came from behind her desk.

"Master, that guy has sent you a message again."

Wen Ran's eyes changed slightly, and her body froze because of the ringtone. She stopped when she handed over the information halfway, and quickly turned her head to look at her desk.

Qin Mu was also stunned.

He looked at her changing emotions, a bitterness flashed through his heart, but the corners of his lips were slightly bent, he reached out to take the information from her hand, and said gently: "Ranran, be busy, I'll go back to the office first."

Hearing his words, Wen Ran turned around, his eyes flashed, and he smiled reluctantly: "Okay."

Qin Mu did not stop, took the information and turned around and left her office. Seeing the door closed, Wen Ran immediately returned to his desk, opened the drawer, and took out the cell phone that he had placed in the drawer before the meeting.

She quickly unlocked and read the information.

"I changed a new secretary today and I'm in a good mood."
Chapter completed!