Mo Ye was sitting in the study room reading information. When the door opened, Chen Gang walked in, put a folder on the table, hesitated for a moment, and then said cautiously: "Mr. Mo, the Hong Kong branch just sent a fax. Mr. Mo
An acceptance bill signed three months ago has expired, you see..."
Mor Ye paused slightly and frowned: "How much is the amount?"
"Three million, the payee is Bai Yao."
"Bai Yao...she really has a big appetite," Mor Ye raised his head, a sneer flashed in his eyes, "Just accept it."
"Yes." Chen Gang responded and started to leave, but he remembered something and turned around and said, "Mr. Mo, we got a call from the police station. Those two people need to be detained for half a month."
"Well, send them some money and delicious food. Don't confront them. When they come out, let them go to the Hainan branch to work. Two of your men will come up."
"Okay." Chen Gang nodded respectfully, thought for a while, and then asked carefully: "Mr. Mo, do you want me to pick up Miss Ling now?"
More Ye shook his head and said in a low voice: "No need."
"She took her brother and a female classmate to the hospital today. If she doesn't come back..." "It's impossible not to come back."
Chen Gang paused for a moment and then left the study. After a while, Mor Ye's cell phone rang. He raised his eyebrows and immediately picked up the phone. Seeing that the caller on it was Mor Tao, he darkened his eyes again and asked lightly:
"What's up?"
"Brother, what's the matter with you? I haven't been back for three days. Grandma said she misses you and asked you to come back for dinner." Mor Ye made a careless sound and was still chewing something in his mouth.
"I know!" Two words popped out of his mouth, and Mo Ye hung up the phone neatly.
Time kept passing by at his fingertips. After reading all the information, Morye found that the time displayed in the lower right corner of the computer was already 6:35 pm.
Little goblin, she should know that she must be back before five o'clock.
More Ye stood up, walked to the window and looked at the gray sky that was slowly opening outside... In the distance, colorful lights were gradually dotted, and stars were dotted, bright or dark, beginning to give the night a colorful look.
color.
The door to the small courtyard of his villa was still closed, and the green leaves on the branches of the white magnolia began to turn yellow. A gust of wind blew, and a few leaves fluttered down.
Mo Ye couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and picked up the mobile phone on the desk, and unplugged Ling Kexin's mobile phone number. However, what was incredible was that the mobile phone was turned off.
Mo Ye's face suddenly became livid. He quickly went downstairs and drove towards Qingfeng Lane in Nanmen City. Just when the car was about to turn into the alley, he gave up the idea after shaking his hands.
Mo Ye returned to Mo's Manor. When Mrs. Mo saw her eldest grandson coming back, she immediately beamed, took his hand into the restaurant, and kept nagging: "Ye'er, if you really think grandma is nosy,
Grandma will go back to the United States in a few days, but grandma likes you the most, don’t you know? When grandma comes back, doesn’t she just want to see you every day? How could she not come back for several days? "
Seeing that the old lady was aggrieved, More Ye quickly apologized to her. He was also afraid that she would return to the United States, so he hurriedly said: "Grandma, I have nothing else to do in the future, so I will definitely come back to have dinner with you. Don't be angry."
"Okay, don't be angry," Mrs. Mo patted his hand and asked with a smile, "Where is your little maid?"
Mor Ye's eyes darkened, and before he could speak, Mor Tao on the opposite side answered: "Grandma, didn't I tell you earlier that she wants to study."
"Oh, yes...but isn't she your brother's little maid? She always has to go back to the manor, right?" Old Mrs. Mo narrowed her eyes and glanced around her two grandchildren.
"Grandma, why do you like to ask about her so much?" Mortao smiled, "Does grandma also like her?"
Old Mrs. Mo waved her hand, glanced at Mo Ye from the corner of her eyes, and sighed softly and said: "Grandma is old. The older this person gets, the more he wants to accumulate virtue and cultivate the blessings of his descendants. That girl is pitiful, so...
Grandma will think of her and wonder if she is well now."
Mor Ye held the wine glass and frowned involuntarily. Mor Tao observed his brother's face, smiled, and said to Mrs. Mo: "Grandma, of course she is good. She has to work to pay off her mother's debt. Can she
Isn’t it good? Grandma, don’t be so kind to everyone. If it’s good for people, then it depends on the person, right?”
"You are still young and ignorant," Mrs. Mo ordered the food with chopsticks and changed the topic, "Eat, eat, stop talking, Ye'er, eat quickly, why does grandma think you have lost weight?"
Mortao squinted his eyes and smiled. Although the elder brother combed his hair and tried to cover up a small scar on his forehead, he noticed it immediately due to his sharp eyes. Only grandma's old eyes were dim and did not notice it.
If the guess is correct, this must be the mark that Ling Kexin "branded" on his head, haha... Ling Kexin, she is so special, she is the first one who dares to make trouble on "Tai Sui"'s head.
"Grandma, I'm just busy with work." Moor Ye raised his head and smiled, then dutifully brought the dishes to Mrs. Mo.
Mo Yiting did not go home tonight, and Mor Tao told Mor Ye that his sister heard that He Xiaoxiao was injured and ran to the hospital every day. She was nowhere to be seen all day long.
"Brother, did those two people attack too hard?" In the study, Mor Tao asked Mor Ye with a smile while holding coffee.
Morye glanced at him lightly, stirred the coffee with a small spoon, and ignored him.
"My little sister said that even if you beat He Xiaoxiao to a disability, she will do it too!"
"Crazy." Mo Ye snorted after hearing this, picked up the coffee and took a sip.
"Sometimes you are blind when you like someone, brother, don't you understand?" Mortao raised his eyelids with a weird smile on his face.
"Have you fallen in love with that little goblin?" More Ye rolled his eyes at him.
"Is that okay?" Mor Tao asked, seemingly truthfully. He sat on the sofa and crossed his legs, curling his lips in a naughty manner. Seeing Mor Ye's face darken, he laughed again, "Okay, brother's woman is mine."
How dare you have such wishful thinking."
"Don't play too hard with that Qiao Yingying." After a long time, Moor Ye reminded her.
Mortao drank the coffee, put down the cup, and shrugged nonchalantly, saying that Qiao Yingying just threw herself into her arms, and he was just playing around, and he had no plans for what would happen next.
"Brother, I want to remind you that Sister Tianyu is coming back soon...she is not an ordinary jealous person, so be careful."
Mor Ye pushed away the coffee cup in front of him and stood up coldly. His voice was low and arrogant: "I'm still a free man. Don't worry about me."
After Morye left, Mortao went to the window, opened the curtains, and watched him drive the Maybach and leave the Mo Manor.
Moor Ye, who was driving the car, was upset. Before he got in the car, he called Ling Kexin again, but the little goblin still didn't turn on his phone, which made him even more annoyed. With two nimbly presses with his fingertips, he called Ling Kexin.
Another call.
"Tingting, where are you?"
"Brother, I'm in the hospital." Mo Yiting was a little surprised, "What's wrong with you?"
"return!"
"Brother, I won't listen to you this time," Mo Yiting pouted, walked a few steps, lowered her voice and said, "I haven't asked you for comment yet."
"Don't make me angry."
"Brother, you are always so domineering. I don't like you anymore." Mo Yiting hung up the phone call from Mo Yiting seriously and willfully.
Mo Ye was so angry that his eyes narrowed, with complex emotions intertwined in his dark eyes. He stepped on it and the Maybach sped away in the northwest direction.
At nine o'clock in the evening, Ling Kexin slowly opened the door of Zhuhaiyuan Villa. The dim street lights reflected on her face. Under the interlaced shadows of light and dark, she looked tired and sad. Her hair was messy and she was wearing a red and white striped t-shirt.
shirt, a pair of black trousers, and white sneakers on his feet. He looked lazy and walked to the door of the house carrying a wheat bag.
She raised her head, looked around, and seemed to remember something. She returned to the yard, stretched her neck, and looked upstairs... There were no lights upstairs, and it was pitch black.
Her eyes flashed doubtfully, and she reached into her bag to take it out. Immediately, her face became panicked, and she walked to the hanging chair and poured out all the contents of the bag.
However, she searched several times and still could not find the key to the villa.
Did you leave it at home? Or did you lose it yourself? Picking up the phone, Ling Kexin flipped it up, but the phone had no power. After so many days, it should have run out of power.
It was after one o'clock in the morning, and Moerye drove back to Zhuhaiyuan Villa. When he opened the courtyard door, he was surprised to find Ling Kexin sleeping on the hanging chair.
This time, her sleeping appearance was different from the last time, probably because it was too cold. She was holding a bag in her arms, her limbs curled up like a baby in her mother's placenta, and her seaweed-like black hair covered her entire face.
Stayed... The large hanging chair, the petite girl, the gentle night breeze, the hanging chair swayed slightly, and under the fluffy orange light, she slept so peacefully, like a Persian cat.
Mo Ye didn't know if she had any more nightmares, but he just felt that such a woman was really pitiful.
However, he should not pity her! If he is soft-hearted, it will be disrespectful and unfilial to his parents!
The sad and desperate face of his mother appeared in front of him again, as well as the frightening scene of his father's face covered with blood. Mo Ye's heart ached. He bit his teeth and reached out to grab the poor "kitten" on the hanging chair.