Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

The man's burning eyes fell on her.

Xiao Yichu frowned and asked softly: "Any comments?"

"You want to move in?" Mo Shuainan asked hoarsely.

Before, he accidentally ran to the apartment next door to hers and bought the apartment at a high price, but now she took the initiative to "live together". Mo Shuainan was a little flattered.

"For your injury, I have to supervise your actions." She made an excuse.

The appearance of the hidden weapon made her suspicious of Mo Shuainan's appearance. Only by staying with him could she find out his details and even know whether he really wanted to take her life.

"Okay." Mo Shuainan responded.

When Xiao Yichu saw this, he didn't stay any longer and said, "I'll pack my luggage and I'll move in later."

By the time Mo Shuainan came to his senses, she was gone.

"Young Marshal, Young Marshal." When Mo Leng came back, he saw Mo Shuainan in a daze. He shouted twice and saw Mo Shuainan turn around and walk towards the villa.

Mo Leng touched his head, a little confused.

"This..." He followed behind and saw Mo Shuainan tidying up the room next to him.

Mo Leng looked surprised and asked, "Young Marshal, why do you want to clean it up?"

"Bang" The new imported sofa he just bought was kicked away by Mo Shuainan and said to him: "Throw it away."

"..." Mo Leng was silent.

After a while, he saw the bodyguard coming in carrying a box and said to him: "Young Marshal, you have everything you need."

"Yeah." Mo Shuainan responded, replacing the sofa, bed, and even the wallpaper. He even did it himself, which shocked Mo Leng's jaw to drop.

Mo Shuainan never worried about this. Both his residence and office were mainly black and white, but now he seemed to be a different person.

"What provoked the young marshal?" Mo Leng lowered his voice.

The bodyguard was also confused. He stood there and stared at the room full of pink, and said, "Have you been tricked? Why does the young marshal like pink? Do you want to tell the lady about this?"

This is not just as simple as liking the color pink, Mo Shuainan is an only son, and the inheritance of the Mo family rests on him.

"Clean it up." Mo Shuainan said in a deep voice.

He interrupted their gossiping thoughts and swept the room clean in seconds. Mo Shuainan looked around and asked, "What do you think of the layout of this room?"

"Very good." Mo Leng said while holding his breath.

Mo Shuainan nodded with satisfaction, and soon saw another bodyguard walking in.

Holding a bouquet of roses and handing them over, Mo Shuainan placed the flowers on one side, took a box of lipstick and placed it in front of the dressing table. Seeing everyone watching, he said, "Haven't you seen enough?"

"Enough." They responded and all dispersed.

Inside the apartment.

When Xiao Yichu was packing his things, Xiao Qi just came back and asked in surprise: "Sister, are you moving?"

"Yeah." Xiao Yichu nodded.

He cleared the bed and gave her the key.

"You can live in this house for the time being. I will buy whatever you need. Recently, you have offended Gong Ling. You'd better be careful and don't let others take advantage of you." Xiao Yichu warned.

The smile on Xiao Yiyan's face gradually disappeared, and she asked: "Sister, what happened?"

"I was stabbed to death today. Now I suspect that there is a spy around me. This person must have been lurking for a long time. Maybe he is the Gong family or the Wu clan that dad and the others often mentioned." She said.

Because of this, she wanted to test Mo Shuainan's bottom.

"Were you assassinated? Are they so bold?" Xiao Yiyan clenched her fists in anger.

If Xiao Yichu hadn't held her back, she might have rushed out.

"Today, those people failed in their assassination and were captured by the Xiao family army. They failed in their mission and they will definitely target me, so I moved away temporarily..."