Mo Xiuchen followed Gu Kai into the office, glanced around the room, and then walked to the sofa to sit down.

Wen Jin also walked over and sat on another sofa. Gu Kai poured a glass of water for Mo Xiuchen before sitting down next to Wen Jin. He said calmly: "Xiuchen, if you are here to ask me about your past, I can only say one thing I don't know, and you don't need to ask."

Mo Xiuchen didn't say anything, picked up the cup and drank gracefully, held the cup in his hand, raised his eyes, looked at Gu Kai and Wen Jin, "Ranran doesn't want to tell me what happened in the past, and you are now saying, you don't know. Akai, can I understand that you have any difficulties that cannot be said."

Wen Jin's eyes changed slightly and she spoke, "Actually, there is no need to ask anyone. If you want to know your past, you can't rely on a few words from others. If we lie, it will only mislead you."

The implication is that he cannot believe anyone.

Not only what they said, but also his father Mo Jingteng and Cheng Jia, who was given the title of his fiancée Cheng.

After hearing Wen Jin's hint, Gu Kai nodded repeatedly in agreement: "Xiuchen, A Jin is right. Our words may not be true. You should rely on your own feelings."

Mo Xiuchen looked at Wen Jin and Gu Kai. After listening to their singing and singing, he snorted coldly in displeasure, "What's the relationship between Ranran and I in the past?"

"Xiuchen, what do you think will be related to Ranran?"

Gu Kai curled his lips and smiled, without answering a question.

Mo Xiuchen frowned, and a sad look appeared in front of him, and his heart couldn't help but tighten: "If I knew, would I still ask you? Akai, Ranran is your sister, and you don't want to see her sad, right?"

"yes."

Gu Kai lowered his expression and nodded seriously.

Of course he didn't want Ranran to be sad, but so what if he didn't want it, how could Ranran be happy without Mo Xiuchen?

Mo Xiuchen continued to ask, "Since you don't want Ranran to be sad, why don't you want to tell me what happened before or say what is the relationship between Ranran? Could it be that I have done something that hurts Ranran before."

Gu Kai shook his head: "Xiuchen, I can't tell you, don't ask us anymore, just check it out from other channels."

Mo Xiuchen's face changed. Seeing Gu Kai's firm attitude of not being able to say anything even if he beat him to death, he stared at him coldly.

After a long time, Gu Kai was just silent. Mo Xiu finally lost his patience and was too lazy to waste time with him. He stood up, said, "I'll check it myself" and left.

Walking out of the hospital, Mo Xiuchen looked back at the hospital behind him, and his thin lips gently pursed.

He came to Gu Kai not to know anything from him, but to confirm his guess.

Sure enough, they told him nothing, and the man who was with Gu Kai also reminded him not to say anything to others easily.

How could he not understand? He refers to his father Mo Jingteng and Cheng Jia.

**

Half an hour later, Mo Xiuchen sat in a restaurant and called Cheng Jia.

Before returning to China, Cheng Jia told him the address of her house, so he specially found a restaurant that was not too far from Cheng Jia's place to live and was not too close to him.

If you walk, it will take about ten minutes.

He sat down at the second floor by the window, leaning lazily in the chair, holding his cell phone in one hand and gently stroking the cup in the other. When Cheng Jia's voice came happily, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the voice sounded with a faint and cold smell: "I'm in the Sichuan restaurant not far from your home, come here now."

"Xiuchen, have you returned to China?"

On the other end of the phone, Cheng Jia asked happily.

Mo Xiuchen snorted coldly in his heart, and said casually: "Well, I'm back home. The sun is not very hot today. You don't need to take a taxi. You have to exercise your feet more. Come on, I'll pick you up later."

"Okay, Xiuchen, I'll go now."

Cheng Jia was so happy, especially when Mo Xiuchen said she would pick her up later, she was so happy.

The curve of the corners of Mo Xiuchen's mouth deepened, and he could hear it was very pleasant: "Then come out quickly."

After hanging up the phone, he picked up his cup and drank water gracefully, and enjoyed the scenery outside through the glass window. This city was where he lived before, but he was unfamiliar with no impression.

After the waiter served the dishes, Mo Xiuchen was eating the dishes while thinking, would Cheng Jia feel uncomfortable when she came here from home, and would her feet sprain again?

She thought he was going to pick her up and would not take a taxi and would rather take a romantic walk with him.

If she knew he was lying to her, what would she look like?

Thinking of Cheng Jia's call in the morning, she suddenly changed her mind. Not only did she not accompany him to get to know C City, but she also shed tears in sadness. He felt a little nervous and even more annoyed at Cheng Jia.

Cheng Jia did not come slowly, of course, this was for her who had her foot injured.

More than ten minutes later, she appeared in Mo Xiuchen's sight. When he saw it, he happened to see Cheng Jia fall to the ground. I don't know if it was deliberately showing him or if he really fell.

She got up, crossed the street, and then entered the restaurant.

He came to Mo Xiuchen and looked at him happily: "Xiuchen, when did you come back?"

Mo Xiuchen's eyes swept over her, his beautiful brows frowned, and his voice was cold and spit out: "What are you doing on your clothes?"

Cheng Jia was stunned at first, and when he looked down at the dust on his clothes, he immediately showed an awkward expression, "Xiuchen, I accidentally fell down just now."

"Is that right? I wanted to pick you up, but I was so hungry that I ate and waited for you first. How could you fall? Did you really go all the way?"

A trace of doubt appeared between Mo Xiuchen's eyebrows, and he curled the corners of his mouth with amused expression. In Cheng Jia's eyes, his heartbeats were as fast as he was infatuated.

Seeing her looking at her insanely, Mo Xiuchen's mouth curled away, and his facial features were stained with a hint of coldness at any time, and said lightly: "Let's have dinner first. I ordered all the signature dishes in their restaurant. Do you want to taste it or not?"

Cheng Jia then turned her gaze away from his face and looked at the dishes full of colors, fragrance and flavor. Her face changed slightly, and a hint of timidity appeared in her eyes.

She never eats spicy food.

However, Mo Xiuchen chose a Sichuan restaurant, which is also a famous restaurant in G City. It has a spicy flavor, which is so authentic. Not to mention her eating it, she felt a little unbearable when she entered the restaurant just now and smelled it.

She pursed her lips and looked up and said apologetically: "Xiuchen, my feet are not healed yet, so I can't eat spicy food. I'll eat with you."

Mo Xiuchen frowned unhappily: "What's the point of eating alone? I'll let you come out and eat. If you don't want to eat, go back."

When Cheng Jia heard this, her face turned pale.
Chapter completed!