Mo Bei got into the car, and there was already a person sitting in the spacious back seat.
With his fitted suit and handsome face, he is none other than her father, Mo Wenxiu.
Mo Bei was not surprised when he saw the other party.
Just after returning to the room, she hesitated several times and finally called her father. Mo Wenxiu happened to be looking at a piece of land in a small city not far from Qingdao. After receiving her call, he rushed over as soon as possible. come over.
"What would you like to talk with me?"
Mo Bei took a breath and said, "A deal."
Mo Wenxiu frowned, "Deal?"
Mo Bei pursed his lips and said, "If you help me save someone, I will go with you. I will agree to whatever you ask me to do."
Mo Wenxiu closed the document in his hand, "You have said the same thing three times."
Mo Bei gritted his teeth, "If he dies, I will commit suicide. I will do what I say!"
Mo Wenxiu glanced at his daughter's profile, "I checked Jiao Yang, the future heir to the dukedom, the most prominent descendant of the British aristocracy, you... are impossible!"
At first, Mo Wenxiu only regarded Jiao Yang as a poor boy who used his pretty face to seduce his daughter and wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to gain power.
After meeting him that day, Mo Wenxiu saw something different in Jiao Yang, so he checked out Jiao Yang's details.
You wouldn’t know if you didn’t check, but when you checked, you were surprised.
He didn't expect that that young man had such an unusual background.
"You don't need to talk about these things!" Mo Bei took a deep breath and softened his tone, "I just want you to save him."
"What happened to him?" Mo Wenxiu asked.
"He was kidnapped by a man in London, England. That man named Locke was a very capable man. I don't know where he is. Our last phone call was more than an hour ago. He just told me that he was in a shabby place. "In the factory." Mo Bei took out his cell phone from his pocket and called up Jiao Yang's number, "This is his phone number."
Then, she took out her tablet phone from her bag and pointed to the saved photo, "This person is Locke. He is the president of a European media company. His full name is: Locke Gotti."
"This matter...is difficult!"
"You can't do it?" Mo Bei stretched out his hand to hold the car door, "Then I'll get out of the car."
"Stop!" Mo Wenxiu frowned, "Do you love him?"
"He saved me, I owe him a life." Mo Bei said solemnly.
Mo Wenxiu pondered for a moment, "I can promise to do my best, but there is no guarantee that I will be able to rescue him. The condition is that you must come with me and never see him again."
If the other person was just a poor boy with no money, Mo Wenxiu wouldn't care at all, but he could see that his daughter had different feelings for Jiao Yang.
Mo Wenxiu knew very well that it was impossible for his daughter to get together with someone like Jiao Yang.
They are like the sun and the moon, they cannot appear in the sky at the same time.
He has been through this before, and he knows very well that this kind of love will only make her suffer.
Mo Bei nodded lightly, "Okay, I agree!"
"Drive, go to the airport." Mo Wenxiu ordered softly, then took out his mobile phone, dialed a number, and said in English, "Help me find someone, the son of the Duke of Kent. He was kidnapped. He should be somewhere in London now. Everywhere in the abandoned factory, find him no matter what method you use."
