Mo Zixuan didn't care about the contempt in Mo Xiuchen's eyes, but instead smiled mockingly, and said with a back lips: "I really don't understand, but you, a person who has lost your memory, will definitely not know much more than me."

He knew that amnesia was Mo Xiuchen's pain.

Mo Xiuchen was about to say something when the inside phone on the desk rang. He moved his cold eyes away from Mo Zixuan's face, picked up the microphone to answer the phone.

"President, Miss Li Yaqing, editor-in-chief of ** Weekly, insists on seeing you?"

Hearing the request from the phone, Mo Xiuchen suddenly sank and refused without hesitation: "No see."

"But the President, Miss Li is President Li's daughter..."

The secretary's voice was a little timid, but before she finished speaking, Mo Xiuchen had already hung up the phone.

In less than a minute, the woman's voice came from outside, and the secretary's dissuasion came. When he heard the voice, Mo Zixuan's eyes were astonished and said to Mo Xiuchen, who had a cold face, "It's Li Yaqing, how could she come to the company?"

Before Mo Xiuchen spoke, the office door had been pushed open. The secretary explained in panic: "President, Miss Li insisted on seeing you..."

"Mr. Mo, I called you to make an appointment in the morning. Don't worry, I will only take you a few minutes for a while, and I will leave after I finish speaking."

Li Yaqing ignored the secretary's embarrassment and panic, pushed her away and walked into Mo Xiuchen's office. When she met Mo Xiuchen's eyes that were as cold as ice, her heart trembled, subconsciously straightened her back and looked straight towards her.

She knew that if she showed a little bit of timidity, she would be kicked out by the man behind the desk and would never have a second chance.

Mo Zixuan looked at Li Yaqing in surprise. This woman really has the courage.

Mo Xiuchen didn't speak, and he didn't even get up. He still kept his posture just now and sat lazily in the rotating chair.

However, the cold aura emitted from his body was overwhelmingly pressing towards the people opposite him, which was unbearable.

Li Yaqing was timid for a moment, grabbed the bag strap and tightened it quietly, increasing the strength. She forced herself to look at Mo Xiuchen with her eyes and said word by word: "Mr. Mo, I know it's rude to break in like this, but I can guarantee that you won't regret giving me a few minutes."

"Yeah?"

Mo Xiuchen's deep eyes were half-closed, and a sharp sensation burst out from the bottom of his eyes, and Li Yaqing, who was walking towards him like a sharp arrow. The latter's body froze slightly, and the expression on his face was a little stiff.

His slender and white fingers bent slightly, and he casually clasped the corner of his solid wood desk. Although it was just two short words, he had a sense of kingly majesty.

Li Yaqing couldn't bear this powerful oppressive aura, but she was already standing in the office and could not allow her to retreat. The most important thing is that this man was Li Yaqing who lived to be twenty-eight years old and the first man to be moved by her. With her personality, she would never allow herself to be defeated without fighting.

She gritted her teeth, made a move in her heart, and said confidently: "Yes!"

The secretary didn't understand what Mo Xiuchen meant, and stood at the door with a pale face, not daring to speak out.

Mo Zixuan's eyes turned around Li Yaqing and Mo Xiuchen, and said lightly: "I'll go back to the office first, and call me if you have something to do." After that, he strode away without waiting for Mo Xiuchen to speak.

When the secretary saw Mo Zixuan leave, her forehead began to sweat, and she felt that the air in the office suddenly became thinner and her breathing was a little rapid.

Li Yaqing and Mo Xiuchen in the office were confronting each other, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was indescribable.

"Secretary Lin, send Miss Li out."

When Li Yaqing thought Mo Xiuchen would agree to her proposal, Mo Xiuchen spoke indifferently, without any warm voice, with a majesty that cannot be violated, which made people feel cold.

“Yes, President.”

Secretary Lin did not dare to hesitate at all, and immediately stepped forward and said respectfully and seriously to Li Yaqing: "Miss Li, please!"

Li Yaqing's face changed with a blue and white face. After a brief confrontation with Mo Xiuchen, she seemed to have exhausted her strength, but she looked at him in disbelief. Secretary Lin half pulled out of the office without saying a word.

It was not until Secretary Li pushed her into the elevator that Li Yaqing woke up completely. She angrily shook Secretary Lin away and looked at Mo Xiuchen's office ahead. She secretly decided in her heart that this failure would happen. Next time, she would come to Mo Xiuchen. One day, she would want him to be her interviewee.

In the office, Mo Xiuchen snorted disdainfully, threw Li Yaqing behind her head, and continued her work.

An hour later, after he finished his work, his cell phone rang out in time.

Mo Xiuchen raised his hand and pressed his temples a little tiredly, took out his cell phone calmly. When he saw the call, his eyes became deeper, and his long finger pressed the answer button and spoke lightly: "Hey."

"My Master, Cheng Jia is not at home."

The phone number was called by Qingfeng. He went to the apartment where Cheng Jia lived as Mo Xiuchen. After some investigation and inquiry, he immediately reported to Mo Xiuchen after getting the results.

"She went to the hospital in the morning and hasn't come home yet?"

"Mr. Mo, as far as I know, Cheng Jia has not been home since the night before yesterday."

After hearing Qingfeng's words, Mo Xiuchen's eyes narrowed sharply, and the movement of rubbing his temples paused. He frowned and asked repeatedly: "Cheng Jia hasn't been home until now the night before yesterday?"

"Well, the community security guard said that. I looked at the surveillance camera just now, and she really hasn't come back."

"You wait there first and let Qingyang check whether Cheng Jia has returned to her parents' house and must find her." Mo Xiuchen calmly ordered.

"Okay, Mr. Mo, I'll let Qingyang check Cheng Jia's whereabouts now."

Qingfeng dared not hesitate at all.

Mo Xiuchen said "yes", gave a few more instructions, and hung up the phone.

He filtered what Mo Zixuan said just now and thought that Mo Jingteng must have had some conspiracy to find Cheng Jia.

Mo Jingteng had worked with Cheng Jia before. Not only was he so angry that he was hospitalized twice, but he also suffered a stroke in bed and couldn't even say something clearly. He couldn't believe Mo Zixuan. Then, Cheng Jia was his best chess piece at this moment.

If he can't deal with him, Cheng Jia can do something that hurts Ranran.

Thinking of this, Mo Xiuchen's eyes suddenly became cold, and his thin lips pursed into a cold and straight line. After thinking for a while, he packed up his documents, got up, picked up the car keys, and strode out of the office.

Twenty minutes later, a black Aston appeared at the city hospital.
Chapter completed!