The iron door opened, Mr. Qiao left, and then the heavy iron door closed again.

In the dark conference room, the eight people seemed not even breathing.

"Mr. Qiao is really stupid. Such an important thing should be used as soon as it is said to be used..." The fat man in a suit wiped the sweat from his head, "I said why don't you install an air conditioner here? I don't know.

Am I unusually afraid of heat after I wake up?"

"It's a pity. I originally wanted to study that young monk, but now I have to give up." A woman wearing a white robe laughed, her voice was so chaotic that her age could not be heard.

"Actually, this Qi Chen's previous resume is very clear. At most, he may have had some adventures, which is why he has made rapid progress. However, when he reaches the realm of a grandmaster, his adventures will no longer be useful, so he can just let things take their own course." Zhou Xiaochao hehe.

smiled.

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Qiao is a hero of our country, so we still have to give him this face." Lao Sang's hoarse voice sounded.

"Now, the R&D department will seize the time to figure out when the spiritual energy will return."

"The Logistics Department must always pay attention to the traces of those monsters. I have a hunch that on that day, I am afraid that the monster clan will make a big move."

"As for funding, we also need to remind those forces..."

"Okay, let's break up the meeting."

As soon as his voice fell, there was no trace in the room.

Lao Sang looked at Qi Chen on the light screen, with an inexplicable emotion in his eyes, but soon it dimmed.

…

It was raining heavily at night in Licheng City, but there was no thunder, which meant that no one was trying to survive the disaster.

The old house of the Mo family is brightly lit, with clusters of lights like the morning star on a rainy night.

Among them, in a warm room, Mr. Mo was lying on the bed. A nurse took care of everything and then retreated carefully.

Suddenly, the door to the room opened, and Fang Zuyang's figure walked in. He was tall and handsome, with a smile on his face.

He was wearing a white suit and a black tie, holding a rose-like brooch on his chest, and every strand of his hair was raised high, like an unyielding fighter.

The body is upright, which makes him look more energetic and approachable, but without losing his domineering attitude.

Such people are born to embarrass other men.

"Is it Chuan Chuan?" Mr. Mo's hair was gray and his voice was deep. When he raised his eyelids, he saw a man.

The dry skin did not twitch at all, but the cloudy eyes looked a little boring.

Fang Zuyang walked over, sat beside the old man's bed, picked up a fruit knife and peeled the apple.

He is delicate and tough, and is loved by many people, both the younger and older generations.

"Old man, I haven't seen you for a long time. Do you still remember me?"

"What are you doing here?" Mr. Mo closed his eyes again and said weakly.

Fang Zuyang said gently: "The old man is still so stubborn. It seems that he can live a long life. We, the younger generation, don't have to worry."

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"It's just that I'm curious. Why does the old man always dislike me and would rather betroth Chuan Chuan to the poor driver's adopted son than let her marry me?"

"snort!"

"Fang Zuyang, do you really think I don't know your character?"

"Do you really think that no one knows how many female corpses there are on the back hill of Fergu Manor?" Mr. Mo said solemnly.

Fang Zuyang was stunned, and the apple-peeling knife in his hand stopped there. He smiled and said: "It turns out that you know these things, old man. No wonder I said, you don't like me anyway."

"I was just young and impulsive back then, and I compensated the families of those girls..."

Fang Zuyang shrugged and continued peeling apples.

"What's more, I can guarantee that after marrying Chuanchuan, I will only have her and will not have anything to do with other girls."

Mr. Mo had a straight face and sneered: "You are marrying Chuanchuan just because you want to annex our Mo family. It's a pity that my useless sons think that you are ingratiating with your Fairgu Manor."

"Old man, don't be impatient, we will be engaged next month."

"What?! Say something else!" Mr. Mo suddenly shouted loudly, "Tell Mo Yunhao to get out of here. Does he still think of me as a father?"

"Nothing surprising." Fang Zuyang sliced ​​the apple into slices. Unfortunately, the other person didn't want to eat it, so he had to eat it himself.

"Old man, you are old and can no longer keep up with the times. Don't you know that a monk has appeared in your Mo family? Don't you know that I will become a monk soon..."

"Bah!" Mr. Mo spat in Fang Zuyang's face.

The latter calmly took a tissue and wiped it, and said with a smile: "Old man, why are you so stubborn? You are not in good health. You should enjoy your old age comfortably. You no longer have the energy to take care of so many businesses in the Mo family, so why not

Leave the shares in your hands to Chuan Chuan and them."

Mr. Mo glanced at him and smiled to himself: "It seems that this is your purpose."

"Old man, what's wrong with this? It's useless for you to hold so many shares, why bother." Fang Zuyang scratched his head.

"Is this what they think too?" Mr. Mo asked.

Fang Zuyang nodded: "This is everyone's idea. It would be good for everyone if you delegate power early. Otherwise, those people will quarrel every day for the shares in your hand, which will also affect the unity of the Mo family."

"I'm very surprised. What would they do if Chuan Chuan and the others knew that it was you who sent people to kill me?"

"They won't know. Even if they do, it doesn't matter if it has been so long. The most important thing is that you are fine at all." Fang Zuyang persuaded her kindly.

"Old man, we young people don't have much patience. Let me ask you one question, will you hand it over or not?"

"Then you can only wait for me to die."

Mr. Mo has been working hard all his life. The huge Mo family has also worked hard. Even if he is sick now, he still has a domineering spirit.

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Don’t be angry and be proud.

Fang Zuyang sighed and seemed very distressed. He played with the knife in his hand. Outside the door was the Mo family dinner party, which was very lively.

He put the fruit knife and plate on the bedside table.

"Old man, I can only apologize."

He picked up a pillow and pressed it directly on Mr. Mo's mouth and nose.

"You" Mr. Mo struggled violently, his eyes showing fear and deep disbelief.

Maybe I didn't expect that Fang Zuyang would be so bold and kill people here.

boom!

His hand touched the plate.

The plate fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Fang Zuyang looked in the direction of the door and said with a smile: "Old man, don't waste your efforts. They all know that I came in this time. Do you really think I want to kill you?"

"Of course, part of it is, but your descendants also feel that you have lived too long."

"Didn't you say that those shares can only be sold after your death? You can die now."

Mr. Mo's pupils shrank suddenly. When he heard these words, he seemed to have given up resisting, showing despair, and his eyes were full of sadness.

After a while, Fang Zuyang put the pillow away, straightened his somewhat disheveled shirt, stood up and left.

After leaving the door, I looked down and saw that the hall was full of lights and feasting, as if there was a cocktail party.

He went downstairs, turned off the music, shook his head, and said to everyone: "The old man has left."

There was silence in the hall.

Mo Chuanchuan's hand holding the wine glass shook, and he threw himself into Fang Zuyang's arms, sobbing continuously.

But, there were no tears.

…

Qi Chen had just returned from the company. Qingyuan Group was very close to a subsidiary of the Mo family. At this time, someone actually sent a wreath.

"what happened?"

"It seems that the old man from the Mo family has passed away. It is said that he has been ill for a long time. As an old man, it is a relief to be gone."

"I heard that Young Master Fang was at Mo's house right now and was heartbroken. He was so filial. Mo Chuanchuan was able to marry him, which is considered a blessing." An employee gossiped.

The wind and rain were very strong and urgent.

Qi Chen tightened his collar. He was holding an umbrella that didn't work at all, and his whole body was soaked.

This summer has just begun, why is it a little cold?

He looked around and saw a sinister wind gusting around the enterprise, as if a fierce ghost was howling.

He has never met the old man of the Mo family, and he neither likes nor dislikes him.

"Old man, I heard what you said." Qi Chen looked at the sky in the direction of the Mo family's old house, where the white silk was fluttering.

Author's note: The full text of the book is here, chapter ninety-eight. I have just been here for about a week, and I haven't signed a contract yet. I don't think any editor will come to me to sign a contract.

Fortunately, I am also a Buddhist. If someone reads it, I will write it down. I love you all the most, but I won’t do it today.
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