Mo Wen retracted the palm that had reached Mo Bei's cheek, strode over and opened the door, signaling the men standing outside the door to move away. He walked outside and closed the door tightly, "What happened?"
"Someone is coming." The man replied.
"Who?" Mo Wen asked with a slight frown.
The subordinate handed him the binoculars and said, "I've never seen a young man before."
Morven strode to the end of the corridor, raised the binoculars to his eyes, and looked out the window. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows in the corridor, he clearly saw a tall, thin man with a backpack and short hair outside the door in the distance.
He was slowly walking up the private driveway outside the villa compound.
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Downstairs, outside the gate.
Jiao Yang stopped and looked up at the mansion not far away.
It was a house built on a mountain. The main building was a three-story building surrounded by railings. Behind the building was a large area of mountainous land.
Last night, he had checked the information here on the Internet, and this mountainous area seemed to be privately owned.
Although he had also checked Mo Bei these days, he did not get any valuable information.
What is that girl doing here?!
No matter, let’s go and take a look first.
Quickly walking to the door, Jiao Yang pressed his hand on the video intercom doorbell.
"Hello?" Soon, a man's voice came from the speaker, "Who are you looking for?"
The other party spoke in English, and Jiao Yang responded in English, "Excuse me, does Mo Bei live here?"
Is he looking for Xiaobei?!
On the other end of the intercom, Morven held one arm and gently rubbed his chin with the other, observing the young man displayed on the screen.
Even though he was judging with his objective and provocative eyes, this young man still had a handsome face, and judging from his conversation, he seemed to have an excellent upbringing.
"What do you want from her?"
Sure enough, Mo Bei really has to live here?
Jiao Yang's face showed joy, "I have something that I need to tell her in person."
"What's your name?" Mo Wen asked again.
"Augus, I'm coming from Beijing." Jiao Yang said his English name.
"Wait a moment." Mo Wen turned around, went upstairs again, came to the direction of Mo Bei, and gently held her shoulders, "Xiao Bei, someone is looking for you."
"Who is it?" Mo Bei opened his eyes drowsily.
"A young man, he calls himself Augustus." Morven shrugged, "He said he has something to tell you face to face."
"Augus?" Mo Bei sat up straight and yawned, "What Augustus, why don't I remember him at all?"
"He said he came from Beijing." Mo Wen added.
Mo Bei stood up, smoothed his messy hair, stood up and walked out the door.
Beijing? August? Who is it?!
"You're going like this?" Mo Wen took her arm.
"I'm going to see who it is first." Mo Bei yawned, "I have no idea about this name..."
She originally wanted to say she had no impression, but suddenly, her eyes widened, "You mean, August?!"
Mo Wen looked at the obvious change in expression on her face, "What's wrong?!"
Before he could finish speaking, Mo Bei had opened the door and strode downstairs. Mo Wen chased her out, only to see her background disappear at the corner of the stairs.
"Xiao Bei..."
Is this girl planning to wear a yukata to meet guests?
Mo Wen was thinking to himself, but unexpectedly, Mo Wen suddenly ran up the stairs again, rushed into the door from his side, and slammed the door tightly.
Looking at the door that almost hit him, Mo Wen just frowned.
