Mo Zhendong signed the contract and returned home happily but did not see Meng Lijuan.
Meng Weiwei said that Meng Lijuan had gone out for a walk, and Mo Zhendong was a little unhappy that she was still walking out so late, so she immediately called Meng Lijuan to remind her.
Meng Lijuan came back very late, more than an hour later.
He laughed as he came in, "I met Mrs. He and chatted with her for a while, so I came back late."
"What did we talk about?" Mo Zhendong asked.
"Aren't you always looking for a man who is worthy of Mo Wanxi? I asked Mrs. He about it, and just by chance, Mrs. He said that she knew a company owner named Sun. His wife had just died, and the business was doing well.
He's very big, but he's a little older, his legs are still a little lame, and he doesn't look very good-looking."
"The surname is Sun? Isn't she talking about Sun Guojun?"
"Yes, his name is Sun Guojun. Zhendong, do you know this person?" Meng Lijuan asked pretentiously. In fact, after talking to Shen Mengjun, she had already inquired about Sun Guojun's situation clearly.
The business is indeed big enough, but he looks very ugly. He is over fifty years old and has a lame leg. He is violent and perverted by nature and likes to torment people. He has four wives who have been tormented to death by him.
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Mo Zhendong sneered, "We know each other, how can we not know each other? If it is really Sun Guojun, then it would be a shame!"
"Do you think there is no problem? Let Mrs. He contact you?" Meng Lijuan immediately struck while the iron was hot.
"Okay, let her arrange it right away. In these few days, all the results will come out." Mo Zhendong smiled cruelly.
In just a few days, the company will become his. How could Mo Wanxi be married to an old and ugly pervert? He can finally avenge Mu Nianxue for cuckolding him.
Mo Zhendong thought that he was in a good mood and stretched out his arms to hug Meng Lijuan, "If this thing succeeds, you will be a big contributor!"
"Really? Then how are you going to reward me?" Meng Lijuan asked coquettishly like a little girl.
Mo Zhendong put his arms around her and said, "Go back to your room and I will reward you well."
"No, she is still pregnant." Meng Lijuan declined.
"It's been three months, it's okay!"
"What if something happens? It's better to be careful. There's a long way to go. You have to be patient for the sake of your children."
Meng Lijuan excused herself for the safety of her child, and Mo Zhendong had no choice but to let go of Meng Lijuan without interest, not wanting his eyes to suddenly come into contact with a red mark on Meng Lijuan's neck.
Mo Zhendong's pupils suddenly tightened, and he pulled off Meng Lijuan's coat, "What's going on on your neck?"
Meng Lijuan screamed in her heart, pretending to be calm, she reached out and touched her neck, "What's going on? What's wrong with you?"
Mo Zhendong stared at the red mark on Meng Lijuan's neck again and again, his expression getting more and more ugly.
He is not an innocent little boy. He knows very well what the red mark is. Meng Lijuan comes back so late, she won't go out and mess around behind his back, right?
This thought made Mo Zhendong's eyes look fierce, "Tell me honestly, what are you doing tonight!"
"Didn't I tell you? I went for a walk, and then I met Mrs. He and chatted for a while."
"Then what are the marks on your neck?"
"The mark on the neck? It should be a mosquito bite. I must have scratched it." Meng Lijuan lied. "You know I am most susceptible to allergies. If I am bitten by a flying insect, I will turn red."
"What kind of flying insects and mosquitoes can bite like this?" Mo Zhendong didn't believe it.
Meng Lijuan was unusually nervous. She didn't expect that Mo Zhendong would be so careful today. Didn't he pay little attention to him before?
Fortunately, she met Shen Mengjun tonight, otherwise she would be dead. She immediately picked up the phone and said, "Zhendong, what do you mean? Do you not believe me? If you don't believe it, I will call Mrs. He right now. You Ask her yourself!"
Seeing that Meng Lijuan showed no guilt and actually dared to call Shen Mengjun to testify, Mo Zhendong also calmed down.
What happened to him that he suspected Meng Lijuan of cheating? Meng Lijuan didn't look like someone who could cheat.
Not to mention that she is still pregnant. She is not a young girl at her age and has not many social contacts, so she should not do such a thing.
It's just that the marks on his neck looked too much like hickeys, and Mo Zhendong always felt like a lump in his throat when he saw them.
He strode upstairs with a sullen face. Meng Lijuan looked at his back and let out a breath. She was just in danger. If she hadn't happened to meet Shen Mengjun tonight, her secret would have been exposed to Mo Zhendong!
What a blessing!
Meng Lijuan thought that after fooling Mo Zhendong, she could relax and everything would be fine, but she forgot the old saying that if others don't know, don't do anything except yourself.
Her scandal has long been exposed to the eyes of others, and they all say that the time has not come for her to report it.
People who have done all bad things will always get retribution. When all her scandals are revealed, Mo Zhendong will not let her go! She will die miserably.
Mo Wanxi was held in He Yucheng's arms all night long, and the air conditioner was turned on so cold that she actually caught a cold when she woke up in the morning.
She had a fever, her nose was blocked and her throat hurt. He Yucheng, the culprit, knew that he was in the wrong and sent Mo Wanxi to the hospital without stopping for intravenous drip.
Because Mo Wanxi fell ill with a cold, He Yucheng skipped work and didn't go to the company, so he stayed in the hospital to stay with her.
Secretary Wu made countless calls but ignored them. He Yucheng could not be found, and no one else answered the phone. Secretary Wu was sweating because he was tricked by this living ancestor again today.
Mr. He was still waiting for He Yucheng to go to the meeting. Secretary Wu had no choice but to report the truth to Mr. He.
Mr. He was so angry that he called He Yucheng himself. Secretary Wu's call was ignored by He Yucheng, but Mr. He had no choice but to answer the call. He walked out of the ward and answered, "Dad, what's going on?"
"Why don't you come to work?" Mr. He asked, suppressing his anger.
"I have something to do, I'm not feeling well, and I'm dying in the hospital." He Yucheng lied.
"You should ask for leave when you are sick. Why don't you mean nothing by saying hello like this?" Mr. He asked.
"You are the leader of the company now. You must lead by example. Otherwise, if everyone is like you, will the company still be able to operate?"
It was rare for He Yucheng to be pointed at his nose and scolded like this. If Mo Wanxi hadn't been sick in the morning, he wouldn't have been in such a hurry. He didn't recognize Mr. He's scolding, "I know, I will ask for leave next time."
Seeing that he had a good attitude, Mr. He couldn't help but hold on to it and snorted, "The bonus is gone this month. You can write a check and hand it in later!"
He Yucheng agreed, and Mr. He found his place and hung up the phone.
Angrily, "You little bastard, you are too young to fight with me. Aren't you just relying on your money to spend your days and nights? I will cut off all your sources of funds. Let's see what you do!"
While muttering here, he ordered Uncle He, "Lao Qi is sick. Go to the hospital and see what's going on. Ask auntie to make him some ginseng chicken soup and send it over."
