Chapter 1909 (1/2)

At this time, Mo Shengjiang raised his head from the document and said with a light look: ”if I don't plan to let Mo Liangyu go back to Mohism in my life, would you like to help him all the time?”

Ying Feifei shakes her head in silence and looks at Mo Shengjiang's eyes with a trace of ridicule. She calmly says, ”I'm afraid Mr. Mo misunderstood.

No matter whether Mo Liangyu will return to Mohism or not, it has nothing to do with helping him.

Moreover, Mo Liangyu has hands and feet. Now he works hard every day and lives hard. Even if he can't go back, I think he can live a good life even without the help of others! ”

Ying Feifei's words surprised Mo Shengjiang.

It's not his heart of villain. After all, in this fast-paced society, there are too many women who want to find a shortcut to get rich.

And Ying Feifei's ordinary background is bound to arouse his suspicion.

At this time, a few words of communication is not enough to dispel Mo Shengjiang's doubts.

He turned over Feifei's information again, and his serious expression was colder. ”If he had worked hard earlier, he would not have come to today's end.”

Words fall, Mo Shengjiang did not see her, but directly pressed the inside phone, let assistant send should Feifei home.

This brief and inexplicable conversation lasted less than ten minutes.

After Ying Feifei left, Mo Shengjiang got up and went to the French window. He looked at the street, frowned and worried.

A few minutes later, the assistant knocked on the door and said that he had arranged for the driver to see yingfeifei off.

Mo Sheng Jiang nodded expressionless. The next second he turned around and said, ”send someone to her hometown to inquire about her parents.

Also, let people keep an eye on Mo Liangyu, and report to me in time if there is any trend! ”

”Yes, sir!”

After the assistant leaves, Mo Shengjiang pinches his eyebrows with a headache. If Ying Feifei really doesn't have other thoughts, does he really want to agree with her and Xiaoyu?

In terms of family background, it's still too bad!

……

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Ying Feifei finally went home.

She came into the door, took off her down jacket, and sat down on the shoe changing stool with relief.