President Mo, Your Ex-Wife Ran Away Again!

Mo Jingsen listened quietly to what Mo Xin said, and then calmly said: "Two things."

"First, you are not a servant of the Mo family, and there is no such word as master. I don't want to hear it from you in the future. In the company you are my subordinate, then we are just a colleague relationship between superiors and subordinates."

"Second, thank you for telling me about this. I will verify it."

Is there really no such word as master?

Mo Xin couldn't calm down, the waves in his heart suddenly rose, and the ups and downs in his eyes couldn't hide.

His father has been the housekeeper of the Mo family for a lifetime, and even changed his surname. He has a deep-rooted concept of class, and he has given his life to him since he was a child. Therefore, even though he later tried to be the best in everything, when facing the Mo family , Still can't escape the inferiority complex that has long been buried in the bones.

Mo Shu, it was his greatest desire in his life. Looking at her smile, he felt that his life was satisfied, and he wanted to own her regardless of the consequences.

"Is there anything else?" Mo Jingsen asked when Mo Xin let go of his emotions.

Mo Xin clenched the hand on his side unconsciously, trying to tell the whole story about him and Mo Shu, but when he just said the word "I", the car door was suddenly pulled open from the outside.

"Have you finished talking? There is a Japanese food next to me. Sister Xi Lan said it tastes good. Are you going to eat it?" Mo Shu pointed to a location not far from the fried chicken shop, and added: "You can go there. We ate and talked about work in it, and we flew together in the car for a while."

Mo Jingsen didn't even look at it, but refused directly: "No, you are full, don't worry."

"Oh, then I'm going back." Mo Shu closed the car door and walked away.

"Continue." Mo Jingsen raised his hand and motioned.

He wanted to confess, but was interrupted. Is this God's will?

Mo Xin smiled faintly and shook his head: "It's nothing, but I have changed my job position, but if you have a need, you are welcome, I can continue to work as a part-time assistant at any time."

Are you talking about this? Mo Jingsen's dark eyes flickered slightly, and he didn't believe it, but since he chose not to say it, he didn't need to ask the roots.

He followed the situation: "Well, when the new assistant arrives, I will trouble you if something happens."

"It should be, it's not troublesome."

Mo Jingsen looked at the fried chicken shop. Si Tian didn't know what he was gesturing. He laughed while comparing. Shen Xilan smiled from ear to ear, and the corners of his mouth rose.

When Mo Xin saw Mo Jingsen’s gentle and rare smile, he was a little surprised. He followed his sight. As a result, when he saw Mo Shu’s laughter, his heart was soft and he couldn’t help but laughed silently. Up.

"Will Mo Shu go back to the old house or her apartment in a while?" Mo Jingsen asked.

Hearing the question, Mo Xin suddenly returned to his senses, fearing that his performance would be seen through and thinking of excuses, only to find that Mo Jingsen's eyes were always locked in the fried eggs, not looking at him at all.

Mo Jingsen loved Shen Xilan so much, he felt that way before.

Mo Xin retracted his mind and replied, "I promised the old man to take her home before seven o'clock in the evening."

Before seven?

Mo Jingsen raised his brows slightly and looked back at Mo Xin: "Didn't say why?"

"No, the old man should have his reasons for asking like this."

"Well, you talk to him, I'll go back later."

"Okay, Mr. Mo knows the problems the company has encountered. He has prepared the kitchen for your favorite food, so that you can serve it whenever you come home."

"Yeah." Mo Jingsen replied and ended the topic.

Although his grandfather is old, the company's information is still in his hands. This time the incident, although he did not directly contact him, he sent someone to contact him.

Some business attitudes are in line with Mo Lao's usual style, and he is also used to it.

In the afternoon of the next day.

Mo Jingsen went to the Golf Association where his father worked alone, without telling anyone.

Mo Jingsen, dressed in a top-quality handmade suit, walked into the hall of the association and gathered all his eyes. A woman immediately stepped forward and said diligently: "The boss, are you looking for someone or do you have anything to consult?"

The woman asked softly, and she blinked her eyes from time to time to pretend to be cute. She had a kind of cute appearance, because the twisted appearance became unappetizing.

Mo Jingsen frowned and asked in a cold voice, "Where is Mr. Mo Hongliang now?"

The woman was taken aback for a moment, and then moved closer to Mo Jingsen, her voice even louder: "You are looking for our President Mo, do you have an appointment? Or your last name, let me check it for you?"

The smell of cheap perfume came in, Mo Jingsen frowned and pulled back a little, and said coldly to the woman who was still approaching: "Stand there, don't come over, it smells."

The woman's body stiffened and her face was slightly distorted, but the other person seemed to be of high authority. She did not dare to attack face to face, and left the sentence "I can't see without an appointment" and ran away.

The woman turned around and her eyes were red. She found the manager and cried out that she was bullied by the client.

The manager also comforted him, saying that he had a wide network and helped her find a place. When he came out, he saw the man in the hall, his expression changed slightly, and he turned his head and scolded the woman, "Isn’t he going to make a fuss again? Don’t look at it. Who is this, is this something you can provoke?"

"Who, who?" The woman asked aggrievedly.

What is Mo Hongliang? If it weren't for the Mo family family and the son of Mo Jingsen, how could he be the vice president of this?

If he doesn't even know Mo Jingsen, how can he be the manager!

"Don't worry about it, go in and hide if you don't want to lose your job. Don't come out until this master leaves!"

The manager said that he had finished his suit and stepped forward with a flattering smile, and said enthusiastically: "Mr. Mo, the staff is short-sighted and negligent. You are here to find your father. He is on the golf course. I will take you there? "

"Yeah." Mo Jingsen didn't mean to care, nodded lightly.

This association is right next to the stadium, just a gate away.

The manager personally drove the stadium car and drove Mo Jingsen there.

This golf course is the largest in Jinzhou, and it took more than ten minutes to arrive by car.

The manager was going to inform him doglegally, but Mo Jingsen stopped him: "You go first, I will go by myself."

He thought he could pull a little bit, and his face was familiar, the manager's passion was instantly extinguished, and he drove away with apathy.

Mo Jingsen stood there and looked at his father not far away.

The father at this time can be described with a radiant face, and his hearty laughter is rarely heard.

Father found his interest here, his happiness, but he could not agree with the source of this happiness.

Surrounded by a group of young girls, I was helplessly boasting whether the ball was missed. I used my chest to deliberately rubbed my arm to let the teacher teach. Then, in the name of the teacher, one sticked to the body openly. Feel at ease and enjoy the soft fragrance delivered to the door.

However, after changing one after another, I didn't see anything special with it.

After Mo's father and the girl swung the ball out, they smiled triumphantly, but, inadvertently, saw their son staring at him face-to-face with no expression.

He excitedly pushed the girl in his arms out.

"You, when did you come?"

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