With the biting cold wind all over his body, Mojia walked from his grandfather's study to the gate, where his sports car was parked outside.
At this time, Sister Zhong hurried over and stopped him, "Master, Su Huanhuan has been sent away!"
Mojia took a cold breath, turned around, and said coldly, "Besides here, that woman has no place to go."
"Young Master, she is always a stranger. She has nothing to do with you." Sister Zhong stared at him, "Young Master, everything the old lady did was for the Young Master and the entire family. You should not blame him."
Mo Jia slightly narrowed his deep eyes, raised his thin lips, and raised an arc with unclear meaning, "I have promised him everything he wants. So, what about what I want?"
Sister Zhong paused, "Master, what happened with Miss Xihua is actually..."
Suddenly, Mojia's expression changed. He took out a small black device two centimeters long from his arms, and saw a faint red light spot on it, jumping from time to time...
Mojia rushed back to the villa, went upstairs, pushed open the study door, turned on the bookshelf mechanism, opened the big iron door, ducked in, and ran to the wooden door on the third floor underground.
He slowly stopped his steps, his dark eyes flashed with an uncertain and messy luster, his fingers touched the mechanism on the wall little by little, took a deep breath, and pressed it decisively.
The wooden door opened in response.
Inside the stone chamber, there is only one black stone coffin.
Looking, looking, his breathing began to become a little rapid. Involuntarily, he slowly approached and came to the sarcophagus——
Inside the sarcophagus, the woman's beautiful eyes slowly opened...
*……*
Sitting on the priceless leather sofa, Huanhuan seemed a little cramped.
Opposite me, Mo Sheng held a goblet and tasted the wine elegantly. During the interval, he raised his eyes and stared at her, "From now on, you will live here."
"here?"
Huanhuan looked around. Although it occupied a smaller area than the Mo family villa, the luxury of this lakeside villa was definitely higher!
Mo Sheng put down his cup and smiled, "Do you like it?"
Huanhuan suddenly thought of something, "You don't want me to be a maid here, do you?"
"Haha," Mo Sheng smiled and shook his head, picked up a contract and handed it over, "Sign it."
"What's this?"
"The contract of betrayal," Mo Sheng winked at her and said in a deliberately ambiguous tone, "As long as you sign it, you will be mine from now on."
Giving him a look, Huanhuan picked it up and looked at it, and said in surprise, "You want me to be your assistant?"
Mo Sheng casually said, "M.O. Personal Assistant to the Director of Operations."
Huanhuan blinked her big, watery eyes and asked cautiously, "Director of Operations, is this a very high position?"
Mo Sheng put his hand on his chin, thought about it seriously, and then nodded, "Only a little shorter than the general manager."
"So, will it be difficult to be the assistant to the director of operations?"
"Just help him with some daily tasks."
After Huan Huan heard this, he finally felt relieved. After all, a job with a monthly salary of 6,000 yuan is hard to come by.