Cheng Jia nodded happily: "Chairman, I will definitely not let you down."

When she went upstairs just now, she heard Ah Cheng say that Mo Jingteng was so angry that he was hospitalized twice. Moreover, Mo Jingteng can only spend his whole life in bed. Due to a stroke, he was speechless.

After saying this, sweat dripped from the forehead.

She felt that Mo Jingteng could no longer beat Mo Xiuchen and could only rely on her.

And she was able to use Mo Jingteng's power to get rid of Wen Ran. She pursed her lips and said hesitantly: "Chairman, with your current situation, Mo Xiuchen is afraid that he will not listen to you. Can I make another suggestion?"

"What?"

Mo Jingteng's eyes were sunk, as if he was dissatisfied with her bargaining.

Cheng Jia didn't care whether he was satisfied or not, and took this opportunity to say, "Chairman, I hope you give me some shares of the group. In this way, even if Mo Xiuchen is unwilling to marry me, he will have to marry me then."

"Master, I think this proposal from Miss Cheng is OK. With the eldest young master's character, he will not compromise even if you force him. If Miss Cheng has the group shares and becomes one of the shareholders of the ms group, that would be a different matter."

The bodyguard on the side spoke for Cheng Jia. Mo Jingteng wanted to have an attack, but after listening to the bodyguard, he pressed down again.

**

Suburban villa

Wen Ran woke up, before her eyes opened, the fragrance of flowers lingered between her nose.

She opened her eyes and bumped into her sight was a handsome face that looked like a carved one. The man smiled with his eyebrows and stared at her with a gentle and deep eyes.

Seeing her wake up, a charming curve raised from the corner of his mouth, and a low magnetic voice fell into his ears: "Ranran, good morning."

"Good morning!"

A bright smile appeared between Wen Ran's eyebrows, his eyes moved away from his face, and he looked at the vase placed on the small table by the bedside. In the vase, there was a bouquet of freshly picked flowers. She joked: "The thief of picking flowers."

"Ranran, if I am a flower picker, I will only pick you, the beauty flower." Mo Xiuchen smiled, and reached out to pinch her face, and gently smiled and avoided.

"Are you up?"

Mo Xiuchen brushed her long fingers through the hair that fell on her cheeks, and rubbed her delicate skin with her fingertips.

Wen Ran nodded, "Of course I have to get up."

"I'll go find clothes for you." Mo Xiuchen smiled, got up, and went to the cloakroom to find clothes for her.

Wen Ran looked at his pajamas and looked gently at Mo Xiuchen's back and entered the cloakroom. After a while, he returned to the bed with the clothes he had found.

"You go downstairs and wait for me first."

Wen Ran took the clothes and said softly.

Mo Xiuchen's eyes flashed, and a narrow-minded look flashed from the bottom of his eyes: "Ranran, don't be shy, I've seen everything you shouldn't have seen."

"I'll wait for you downstairs."

He said that, and as he wished, he saw Wen Ran's little face turn red. Without waiting for her to scold, he added another sentence and turned away from the master bedroom.

When he went downstairs, the newspaper had already been placed on the coffee table. Mo Xiuchen sat down in the leather sofa, leaned lazily into the sofa, his legs were raised casually, and he took the newspaper and looked casually.

As soon as he finished reading today's front page headline, the ringtone of his cell phone rang.

Mo Xiuchen took out his cell phone and saw the strange number on the caller ID. His handsome eyebrows frowned slightly, a trace of doubt flashed through his eyes, and he pressed the answer button: "Hey!"

"Hello, Mr. Mo, I am Li Yaqing, editor-in-chief of xx Weekly. I want to give an interview to Mr. Mo..."

"Sorry, I won't accept any interview." Before the other party could finish speaking, Mo Xiuchen refused indifferently. His handsome facial features were condensing, Li Yaqing?

It was Li Yunchang's daughter. She wanted to see him last night, but when she saw Mo Zixuan, she turned around and left.

"Mr. Mo..."

What else the other party wanted to say? Mo Xiuchen pressed his finger and hung up the phone directly.

Mo Xiuchen pondered for a moment, put down the newspaper, dialed another number, and waited for the phone call to be answered, the expression between his eyebrows became cold.

"Hello!"

"Officer Lu, I am Mo Xiuchen." This number was told by Wen Jin two days ago.

However, Mo Xiuchen changed the number, and Lu Zhini didn't know it was him. He was a little surprised and happy when he heard his voice: "Mr. Mo, why is it you? Is there anything wrong?"

"I want to report Mo Jingteng. You will take someone to the ms group to find me later. I will give you all his guilt."

Mo Xiuchen's tone was calm, as if he was not his father, but an irrelevant person. Lu Zhini on the other end of the phone was also startled, "Mr. Mo, have you recovered your memory?"

He also heard Wen Jin say that Mo Xiuchen lost his memory.

How could he not be surprised when he heard that he wanted to report Mo Jingteng and hand over all the evidence of Mo Jingteng's crimes?

Mo Xiuchen curled his lips lightly and looked at the woman who was coming down from the stairwell. His voice couldn't help but feel a little gentle: "I'll hang up first, and I'll talk about it later."

Regardless of whether Lu Zhinian had anything to say, Mo Xiuchen finished what he said, then hung up the phone, got up, and walked towards the stairwell.

"Ranran."

He stood at the stairs on the first floor, looking up at Wen Ran who was coming down from above with a handsome face, with a doting curve on his lips.

Wen Ran responded, and met his gaze. She smiled gently on her face. She put her hand in the palm of her hand. The two of them held each other's fingers, and the warmth reached the heart through her fingers.

Mo Xiuchen walked into the restaurant with Wen Ran's hand. Zhang Ma quickly brought breakfast. The two of them ate breakfast quietly like the happy days before. Even if they didn't speak, the air flowing around them was still stained with a faint sense of happiness.

After breakfast, Mo Xiuchen drove Wen Ran to work. Sitting in the passenger seat, Wen Ran smiled and said, "Xiuchen, you used to drive me to the pharmaceutical factory every day, and then go back to work by yourself."

"Is that true?" Mo Xiuchen blinked blankly, but unfortunately, he didn't remember.

There must be many beautiful memories between him and Ranran.

Wen Ran nodded slightly, perhaps because she felt the loss in his heart, and she said gently: "Xiuchen, you will definitely be able to find your memories. I will tell you something every day. When you know more, you may be able to remember it."

Mo Xiuchen smiled at the corner of his lips: "Ranran, I must try to remember myself earlier."

"Don't worry."

Wen Ran comforted her warmly, but Mo Xiuchen shook her head, her eyes soft and firm: "If you were not in those memories, it doesn't matter whether I could remember them or not. But in the past I forgot, there are many beautiful memories of ours, and I must find them back."

"It's okay, you forgot, aren't there anything I remember?"
Chapter completed!