Less than five minutes after Lu Zhiyan left, Mo Zixuan knocked on the door of Mo Xiuchen's office. As soon as he came in, he said:

"I just met Lu Zhinian downstairs. Did you come to him?"

Mo Xiuchen sat in the leather swivel chair behind the desk, working. When he heard Mo Zixuan's words, he raised his eyes and swept over him coldly, "Well, I came to him."

Mo Zixuan closed the door and walked towards him, "I met Cheng Jia in the hospital just now."

"Did Mo Jingteng look for her?"

Mo Xiuchen held the mouse hand and took it away, sat up straight, and looked at Mo Zixuan with sharp eyes.

He originally planned to deal with Cheng Jia's work a few days ago, but Luo Haofeng and the two shareholders who had an affair with Cheng Jia had agreed on conditions. He did not want to cause any changes, so he did not touch her for the time being.

Anyway, Cheng Jia has either a foot injury or a hand fracture during this period, so she can't have any trouble for the time being. Mo Xiuchen thought to wait until Mo Jingteng's case and then slowly deal with Cheng Jia.

Unexpectedly, she and Mo Jingteng still had contact.

It seems that Mo Jingteng is really the one who will continue to struggle even if he has not died for a day. He has suffered a stroke and is still looking for Cheng Jia.

"Maybe, but Cheng Jia doesn't look good. On such a hot day, she was wrapped tightly and hid when she saw me."

Mo Zixuan recalled the situation at that time. He met Cheng Jia while taking the elevator. She greeted him with a panic expression.

What puzzled him the most was her dress like a rice dumpling. Cheng Jia, who always likes to dress up in such a hot day, actually wore long clothes and trousers, and even a scarf.

Mo Xiuchen narrowed his eyes slightly after hearing Mo Zixuan's words.

"When did you meet Cheng Jia?" His tone was a little heavy, so Mo Zixuan became nervous, "When I went to the hospital, it was an hour before now."

Thoughts flashed in Mo Xiuchen's eyes, he immediately took out his cell phone and dialed Qingfeng's number.

"My Young Master."

The phone rang twice, and the sound of Qingfeng came.

Mo Xiuchen ordered in a deep voice: "You can go to the place where Cheng Jia lives immediately and see if you are at home. If she is at home, you will monitor her these two days."

"Okay, I'll go now." Qingfeng immediately felt spiritual when he heard that there was a task, and his tone was respectful and serious.

Mo Xiuchen hung up the phone and asked Mo Zixuan again: "How is Mo Jingteng's situation?"

Mo Zixuan curled a sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, "What else can he do? The doctor said that he can only spend his whole life in bed, but his temper became stronger and stronger, and he got angry after a few words."

Mo Xiuchen sneered twice, and seeing Mo Zixuan's depressed look on his face, he suddenly felt very happy: "He got angry at you? In this case, he shouldn't get angry at you."

He had already had a showdown with Mo Jingteng. At this time, shouldn't he grab Mo Zixuan's life-saving straw? Why dare he lose his temper with Mo Zixuan?

Mo Zixuan frowned, his tone with a hint of anger: "In his eyes, I will never be useless. Even if he only breathes a sigh of relief, he will not really put his hope on me. Mo Xiuchen, you are the heir of the group he recognized."

It’s just a pity that Mo Xiuchen, the heir, did not care about his company, and was unwilling to obey his arrangements and be controlled by him.

Mo Xiuchen sneered coldly, disapprovingly: "He has no heir to be recognized. In his eyes, we are all chess pieces, but the functions are different."

"Yes, we are all chess pieces, and there is one thing that I have never understood."

Mo Zixuan frowned in confusion, he was really becoming less and less able to understand.

"What?"

Mo Xiuchen asked casually, picked up the cup to drink water.

Mo Zixuan looked at Mo Xiuchen and said, "At first, I felt that the old man didn't like you because he let you die. Even my mother and Wu Tian wanted to kill you again and again, he turned a blind eye to let you wander around the gates of hell."

Mo Xiuchen felt that the only benefit of not having memory was that when Mo Zixuan said about the tragic experiences he had in his childhood, he did not have a deep feeling, as if he was listening to other people's stories.

As long as it is not anything related to Wen Ran, he can be just an audience.

Therefore, when he listened to Mo Zixuan's words, there was not much change in his expression on his face, and there was more indifferent between his handsome eyebrows.

Mo Zixuan paused, and saw that Mo Xiuchen's expression was indifferent. He felt very bored, but after half of his words, he continued to say: "But later, he let you join the company, but he was also devoted to cultivating you. You cultivate your own power and control the group. Even though you knew you hated him, you still let you become the president."

Mo Xiuchen didn't say anything, wondering if he had listened to what Mo Zixuan said. He leaned lazily into the back of the chair, holding the cup in both hands, and staring at the liquid in the cup with his eyes lowered.

"At that time, I felt that he loved you again. Perhaps, his disregard for you before was just to cultivate you into his heir, but his actions were strange. When you were unwilling to act according to his orders because of Ranran and he was unwilling to act according to his orders, he let me join the company again to restrain you."

"I have a conflict with him because of Ranran?"

Mo Xiuchen finally spoke, and his question was as expected by Mo Zixuan.

"You really don't care about anything except Wen Ran."

A smile appeared on the corner of Mo Zixuan's mouth, but a trace of complex emotions permeated with this smile, including mockery, bitterness, and incomprehension of Mo Xiuchen.

Mo Xiuchen narrowed his eyes, ignoring his ridicule, his eyes sharp and cold.

Whenever he had this expression, Mo Zixuan felt uncomfortable and could not stand the cold aura emitted by his body. He pursed his lips and said stiffly: "At that time, an accident occurred in the Commercial Building. Ranran promised the family of the deceased in the name of the President's wife that he would find out the cause of the accident, but the old man wanted to turn big things into small things. You naturally favored Ranran and had a conflict with him."

"So, he asked you to go back to the company to restrain me?"

Mo Xiuchen smiled with disdain, but this was Mo Jingteng's method.

It seems that he has always wanted to control him, but he has never been able to do it. So, when he lost his memory, he felt that it was the best opportunity, so everything that came later.

Mo Zixuan nodded, Mo Xiuchen was just too smart.

"You have said so much, what do you don't understand?" Mo Xiuchen put down his cup and looked at Mo Zixuan leisurely.

Mo Zixuan smiled and raised his eyebrows and said, "Aren't you always smart? I said so much, but you still don't understand what I want to express. Mo Xiuchen, have you become stupid after losing your memory?"
Chapter completed!