Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

"Ms. Xiao, I'm really sorry. Our boss has something to do today and can't come today. The recruitment activity for secretaries has been cancelled." The receptionist said politely.

Xiao Yichu listened, wrote a number and handed it over.

"I'll leave my resume here. If your boss comes, can you give me a call?" Xiao Yichu said softly.

The receptionist listened, took her resume and put it away, saying, "Okay, please go back and wait for the call."

"Thank you." Xiao Yichu said with a smile, secretly handed over the chocolate he just bought, and then turned and left.

As she was leaving, she vaguely felt that someone was watching her secretly. She turned around and found that there was no one behind her. Xiao Yichu shook his head, feeling that it would be a bad day to go out today.

I quickly hailed a taxi and rushed back to my apartment to stay there.

City M, in a villa located in the golden area.

The luxurious villa is decorated in a simple but elegant style, mainly black and white, low-key but luxurious. A figure stands in front of the window, looking down at the scenery outside the window, wondering what he is thinking.

"Young Marshal." At this time, a figure pushed the door open and stood respectfully behind him.

Mo Shuainan came to his senses. He reached out and tied the buttons gracefully. The wound on his abdomen was simply bandaged. He seemed uninjured and didn't care about his injury at all.

"How?" Mo Shuainan asked.

The subordinates stood there, respectfully handing over the documents.

"It's all been identified, and those illegal elements have been arrested," the subordinate said.

This document contained a list of people who had been arrested. Mo Shuainan took the document and opened it. All the names were outlined with a red pen and marked with an X, indicating that they had all been killed.

"Well done." Mo Shuainan said.

As his men listened, he looked at Mo Shuainan worriedly, his eyes falling on his abdomen.

"Young Marshal, you used your body to lure the enemy into taking the bait, and you did not hesitate to drink the drugged wine. Will it affect your health? Do you want Mr. Mo to come over and take a look?" the subordinate asked.

Mo Shuainan waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter, no one is allowed to know about this except you."

"Yes." The subordinate responded and retreated.

Mo Shuainan stood alone in front of the table, under the warm yellow light, his eyes fell on the necklace on the table, he reached out and picked it up and put it in his palm.

"Hiss." When he looked at the necklace, he felt a huge pain in his head.

He put his hands on the table and slumped down on the chair.

He was poisoned and injured when he was a child. It was his father's old friend who had surgery, which allowed him to survive. Otherwise, he would not have survived until he was 12 years old.

The operation deprived him of his genius. He relied on his own rationality and worked harder than ordinary people to break through many obstacles and recover as before.

I vaguely remember that he seemed to be looking for someone, but he couldn't remember it. I asked his family members, and everyone answered "I don't know." He has been searching for these years, but still to no avail.

"Young Marshal." The butler came in with ginseng soup and saw Mo Shuainan looking in pain.

He quickly ran in, took out the medicine and handed it to him, saying, "Take the medicine quickly."

After taking the medicine, the pain in Mo Shuainan's head was relieved, and his complexion returned to normal, as if he had never been in pain.

"Young Marshal, don't think about it anymore! What's more important than your life?" The housekeeper felt distressed. After all, he had watched Mo Shuainan grow up.

"Yes, what is more important than my life." Mo Shuainan asked himself, he didn't know.

But there was a voice in his heart telling him that what he was looking for was more important than life. He could lose his life, but she must find it.

Thinking of this, Mo Shuainan looked down at his chest. The word "six" was forcibly carved with a saber when he was confused.