Mo Wen wanted to call her, opened his mouth, and then suppressed his voice.
Arriving in the study room upstairs, Mo Bei sat down at the desk again, picked up the report on the table and looked over it. He didn't see the form, but what he saw was the photo of Jiao Yang in the newspaper just now.
She raised her hand to pinch the bridge of her nose and continued reading. This time, the report turned into a report again, but she still didn't understand the numbers. In fact, the numbers were very clear, but in her eyes, they had lost their substantial meaning.
"Damn it!"
Gritting his teeth, Mo Bei threw the report in his hand onto the table.
Raising her hand and holding down the mouse, she entered the web news page directly. It was easy to find the online version of Jiao Yang's news. She carefully read the news from beginning to end word for word. Mo Bei let go of the mouse and slowly turned his body
Lean back in the chair.
If she had seen such news before, she would have jumped up for joy and rushed to him desperately.
But, now...she doesn't have much joy in her heart.
Getting up and walking onto the terrace, Mo Bei raised his hand to hold on to the railing and sighed longly.
"Miss!" A subordinate walked in from outside the door, "There is a gentleman outside the door who calls himself Jiao Yang and wants to see you."
Mo Bei tightened his fingers on the railing, but his tone was calm and firm, "Tell him I'm not here."
"Yes." The subordinate agreed and left, returning to the gate again.
Outside the gate, it was Jiao Yang who was waiting.
When he saw the subordinate approaching, he immediately stepped forward to walk into the yard, but the other man stretched out his arm to stop him.
"I'm sorry, sir, Miss, she's not here."
Jiao Yang immediately heard that the other party was lying. If Mo Bei was really not here, there would be no need for the other party to go in and take a look before coming back. He pushed the man away and strode into the door.
She must be at home. There is only a dozen meters between him and her. How could he leave like this?
"Sir, you really can't go in!"
"Sir, if you don't stop, we will call the police!"
…
Several of his men hurriedly chased after him, trying to catch him, but Jiao Yang used all his strength to throw them away, rushed all the way to the door, and opened it.
Inside the door, stood a tall figure—it was Mo Wen.
"Mr. Mo Wen, where is Xiaobei?"
Mo Wen frowned slightly and looked at Jiao Yang, who was being pulled by several men so that his suit was a little skewed.
"Let him in!"
Mo Bei's voice sounded inside the door, and Mo Wen stepped back to make way for the door to open.
Jiao Yang raised his face and saw her.
She was standing on the stairs, wearing the simplest white shirt and black pants. The cuffs of the shirt were rolled up, her long hair was neatly combed into a ponytail, and her face was slightly pale.
"Xiao Bei!"
He felt happy, and then felt inexplicable pain. She seemed to have lost weight after being separated for such a short time.
Mo Bei stood on the stairs and looked at the man standing under the light outside the living room. His face was calm, but his heart was already in chaos.
The moment she heard him calling her name, she almost couldn't hold on and rushed over from the stairs. Fortunately, she held it back in the end.
"Let's talk upstairs."
She turned around and walked up one step at a time, clenching her teeth tightly.
Now, she is no longer the little girl who can do whatever she wants. She must control herself and not try to grab things that cannot be hers.
