Mu Chuan was very efficient. Not long after Mo Jia and others returned to the villa, he had completely found out Song Xiaojia's identity.
"Boss, there is nothing wrong with this girl. All the circumstances are very consistent with her description. Her family has lived in the old city for decades, and her father is a well-known scumbag there. To be honest, after hearing what he did
For those things, I really want to praise him."
Mo Jia raised his eyes and looked at him, "I want to volunteer, so I'll send you there tomorrow."
Mu Chuan quickly waved his hand, "No, boss, I'm pretty good in the underworld."
The next day, Song Xiaojia took the address left by Huanhuan and found it. She walked for a long time on the mountain road, and when she came to the door, she was so tired that she was sweating profusely. The bodyguard went in to inform, and Huanhuan came out to greet her, "
Xiaojia,"
"Miss Su," Song Xiaojia is very polite today compared to yesterday, and she even changed into a clean dress. She already looks pretty, but with a little dressing up, her beauty becomes three points higher.
Huanhuan took her hand and walked into the villa. Song Xiaojia followed her cautiously. When she saw the luxurious villa in front of her that could only be seen on TV, her eyes lit up, "This place... is so beautiful..."
"Haha, come in quickly," Huanhuan took her into the living room. Mojia was answering the phone. When he saw Song Xiaojia, he was about to turn around, but received Huanhuan's warning gaze. He frowned, and then there was a look of helplessness in his eyes.
Then he nodded slightly to Song Xiaojia, which was regarded as saying hello.
Huanhuan smiled with satisfaction.
Song Xiaojia looked at the background of him turning around and going upstairs, her heart beating faster for no reason. She hurriedly lowered her head, always remembering Yan Xihua's words.
Don't fall in love with him.
Don't... fall in love with him.
She was suddenly confused. Is this a psychological suggestion?
Huanhuan came over with a glass of juice and said, "Xiaojia, drink something first."
Song Xiaojia immediately calmed down, raised her head and smiled at Huanhuan, "Miss Su, what do I need to do?"
"Well," Huan Huan thought for a moment, "just clean the living room."
Song Xiaojia looked around, "Is it just the living room?"
Huanhuan smiled and said, "We are all used to tidying up our own rooms, you just need to help clean up here."
Song Xiaojia looked at her and said softly, "Actually, you don't need to hire anyone at all. You are helping me, right?"
Huanhuan smiled slightly, "I'm not the boss here. I'm just getting paid to live. If I want to help you, it's not my turn."
Song Xiaojia lowered her eyes and said, "Miss Su, you are a kind person."
However, the last thing this world needs is this kind of person!
Huanhuan didn't say anything more, just gave a brief explanation and then went upstairs to catch up on the manuscript.
Song Xiaojia did a very hard job and cleaned the living room. Although she was paid hourly, she moved very quickly and finished all the work in less than an hour. When Mo Jia came down from upstairs, he saw her
Sitting on the sofa in a formal manner, I never touched the juice in front of me.
Seeing Mo Jia, she stood up quickly and said, "Mr. Mo, I've finished it. Please check it."
Mojia raised his eyes and glanced at her, shaking his head, "No need." He took out his wallet and asked casually, "What is the hourly wage my woman told you?"
The words "my woman" made Song Xiaojia slightly startled. Soon, she lowered her head and said softly, "Miss Su hasn't said anything yet..."
Mojia raised his eyebrows, and a helpless smile slipped out of the corner of his mouth.
He knew that she would only pick people up with compassion and would not think of anything else. He thought for a moment and said, "Just follow the salary standards of regular employees in my company."
Taking the money he handed over, Song Xiaojia waved her hand and said, "Mr. Mo, you don't need so much. I only cleaned for forty-five minutes, not even an hour."
Mo Jiayi frowned and looked at his watch, "Have you been sitting here for two hours?"
Song Xiaojia nodded sheepishly, "I'm afraid of disturbing you, so I can only wait here for Miss Su."
Mojia had to re-examine this young girl. At least, her honesty was worthy of admiration.
At this time, Huanhuan stretched and walked downstairs, "Wow, I finally finished writing!" When she saw Song Xiaojia, she slapped her forehead, "Oh, I forgot!" She ran down a few steps, clasped her hands, and said,
He apologized, "I'm sorry, I forgot about other things as soon as I started writing the manuscript."
Song Xiaojia smiled and said, "It's okay."
Mo Jia looked at Huanhuan, stretched out his hand and poked her forehead directly, "Is this place only filled with 'art'?"
Huanhuan glared, "Stop talking about art! If you say it again, I'll be in trouble with you!"
Song Xiaojia was always looking at them, and the seemingly non-existent affection between the two flowed slowly, making people enviable.
Sometimes, God is still a little unfair. Especially a woman like Su Huanhuan, who is only considered to be of average beauty, can actually have such a perfect man, a sensible and lovely daughter, and live in such a beautiful big house.
, can you say it's fair?
In response to Huan Huan's increasingly arrogant arrogance, Mo Jia only half-closed his eyes, not understanding her at all. But the indulgence hidden in his eyes was unreserved, and it caught Song Xiaojia's eyes.
Huanhuan turned around and said to Song Xiaojia with a smile, "Xiaojia, please stay here for dinner."
"Uh, no need, I'll just go home and eat."
"Oh, it's so far away from the old city. It'll be dark when you get home." Huanhuan liked this girl very much. He pulled her to sit down and kept urging her, "It's my fault today that I forgot about you alone."
Here, just think of me as apologizing to you."
"This..." Song Xiaojia looked a little embarrassed.
Huanhuan raised her head and winked at Mo Jia, "Young Master Mo, please say something."
Mo Jia looked at her helplessly, then at Song Xiaojia, "Let's have dinner together."
His voice was very low and deep, with an air of nobility and domineering in his tone, as if he was born to be a man accustomed to giving orders.
Song Xiaojia was so shocked by his short words that she nodded involuntarily without thinking.
This is a real man, not an incompetent and dirty scumbag like her father!
Seeing her promise, Huanhuan smiled, "Mojia, you go to pick up Youyou from school, and Mu Changjin and I will cook dinner."
Huan Huan distributed things naturally without noticing at all that the almost commanding tone he gave to Mo Jia sounded somewhat disharmonious to Song Xiaojia's ears.
Su Huanhuan obviously didn't know that he had picked up a treasure. He should worship and be in awe of a god-like man like Mo Jia!
Yan Xihua was right, Su Huanhuan was not worthy of him.
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