Chapter 667： Wen Yan feels that this is called Nie Yuan

www.novelhall.com, the fastest update is on the wife: Mo Shao, kiss the latest chapter gently!

The distance from Jiangcheng to Lanlan City is not long. Less than three hours after talking with Wen Zheng, Mo Shiqian listened to the secretary knocking on the door and came in to report, saying that Mo Shichen came over, and he didn't look up and said, He came in. "

"Good president."

After Mo Shiqian returned to Lancheng, he still served as the president of Clod-Summer Asia.

After the secretary closed the door and went out, he raised his head and turned it around. He found a notebook and picked up the pen on the side. The tip of the pen was writing something on the white paper smoothly.

When Mo Shichen pushed in the door, he saw that he was tearing a piece of paper from the book.

He went to his desk.

Mo Shiqian raised his eyes, faced those mild and deep eyes, sandwiched the tissue paper between his fingers, reached out and handed it to him, said lightly, "What you want."

Mo Shichen glanced down and raised his hand to take over. There was a light but no temperature laughter on his lips. "Wen Ye asked you to give me?"

Mo Shiqian was undecided, "I'm busy, I don't have time to spend with you."

Mo Shichen's tone was flat. "You can text me a few hours earlier to save me from this trip."

He responded with a cold sneer, "Do you still expect me to take the initiative?"

After a moment of silence, Mo Shichen held the paper in his hand and turned blankly to leave.

The man in the swivel chair once again said, "Well, woman, are you going to send someone to pick up in the United States, or are you going to go in person?"

Mo Shichen didn't say a word, turned around and looked at him again.

Mo Shiqian's cold lips, "When you came to Lancheng five years ago, you were chasing Wen Yue. Don't bother me again for the same thing."

It's a pity that the more things you think of being disgusted, the easier it will be to make a difference.

…………

Before meeting Mo Shiqian, Mo Shichen did not consider whether to send someone to pick up Li Qianrui or to pick her up in person.

But since Mo Shiqian said so ... he naturally chose the former.

The meaning in his words was so obvious, how could he not understand it.

…………

When Wen Ye saw Mo Shichen and Li Qianrui at the airport from afar, he felt sincerely that this degree of coincidence can only be called fate, or-evil fate.

Ye Siran noticed that Wen Yan, who was walking alongside him, suddenly stopped, and looked over at her in amazement, "Well, what's wrong?"

Wen Min put his hand on the trunk of the suitcase, looked back at her, and smiled, "Xunzi, are you saying Jiangcheng is very small?"

"Well, it doesn't seem to be big, it is very small compared to Paris ..." Ye Siran saw her look different, blinked, and repeated the previous question in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Wen Yan didn't answer, only raised his chin. "Well, I saw Grandpa Mo."

Ok?

Following her gaze and her chin pointing in the past, Ye Siran easily saw Mo Shichen who stood out among the crowd.

Gradually entering the days of late autumn, the temperature of Jiangcheng is already low. The man wore a thin black long trench coat, with a casual style, a simple and slim style, and a stature that was already long and straight.

He stood leaning casually, followed by a few men who were probably bodyguards. From the standpoint of them, he could only see the man's side face. He lowered his head and raised his hand to look at the watch on his wrist. I have been waiting for a long time, and I am not happy.

Ye Siran frowned and asked Wen Huan, "Is he waiting for us?"

Wen Huan was very calm. "No, in my judgment."

Ye Siran frowned even more. After considering for a few seconds, he said decisively, "Now that we have encountered it, let's go over it."

Wen Huan turned to look at her, "Sister-in-law, aren't you saying this time to Jiangcheng for a vacation, just the two of us, even my brother is not allowed to follow?"

Ye Siran was silent for a moment, raised his hand and touched his nose, and said innocently, "I have touched them, ca n’t even say hello, right? You see our bodyguards have n’t brought them, and I have to push the suitcase myself If you go to a taxi, you can tell him to take us to the hotel ... Man, sometimes it is used for slavery. If you do n’t enslave yourself, you may be enslaved to someone else. "

Wen Zheng stared at her for a while and said, "Xunzi, honestly, what did my brother tell you to take me over?"

Ye Siran blinked, then righteously said, "He's annoying me, I'm on vacation!"

Wen Zheng retracted her gaze and didn't bother to press on again. Her sister-in-law was controlled by her husband. She couldn't pry anything useful from her mouth. Besides, she probably could guess what her brother wanted to do.

She said lightly, "Let's go, you tell him later that you are grinding me to come, otherwise he can run so far for me to monitor him."

"How come, everyone who knows you knows you're not so bored."

Ye Siran moved quickly, and she was about to turn when she pushed the suitcase, but before she took a step, she paused. She narrowed her eyes and looked at the man in a wheelchair who was wearing a black suit. The young girl pushed by the man in the look directly raised an unpleasant intuition, frowned, and looked a little colder.

Sure enough, the wheelchair was pushed directly in the direction of Mo Shichen.

The indifferent waiting man also saw the wheelchair. He straightened up slightly. The handsome face had no obvious emotional fluctuations. He just looked at her and called her name softly.

Ye Sran saw Li Qianrui, and Wen Ye naturally saw it.

She wore a white sweater, a loose cashmere skirt under her body, and long black hair draped over her shoulders. When she saw the man she missed day and night, her tears couldn't stop rising from her eyes.

Hearing her name, his emotions could no longer be restrained, he stopped the wheelchair directly, then stood up, ran towards the man who walked slowly, and rushed into his arms, arms tight Holding his waist, he burst into tears.

This scene immediately caught the attention of many pedestrians passing by.

Ye Sran's slap-faced face had completely cooled down, and the suitcase was about to step forward regardless of stepping on her newly bought boots, but within two steps, she was caught by Wen Wen from behind.

"Sister, what are you doing, tearing it up or doing it?"

Ye Siran turned and looked at her with a frown, serious face, "I'm telling you, some things have to be out of the first time while it is a small flame, put it out and put it out, you look on Laissez-faire, it will have a chance to turn into a blazing fire. This kind of woman and your brother's dozens and dozens of fights have not been cleaned up by me. "

Wen Yan still held her hand, and her strength continued. "Sister, those fires you extinguished are destined not to be a raging fire. Mo Shichen and my brother are not the same person." She paused, her voice changed Liang, "There is a word called Rufu Kaoyu, which is very sad and anxious. People are now dead dads. We now go by and call them-God assists."