Calculating the General Ledger

Mo Tingshen didn't respond to him.

He stood up and put his hand on Mo Suizhi's shoulder, "Don't think too much, just go ahead."

After he finished speaking, he took a special look at the servant.

The servant is really discerning. Although he is serving the second young master, he was hired by the first young master. He can go from being an idle nurse in the hospital to living in such a luxurious villa, taking care of patients with ease and salary.

He was still tall, so every time he saw Mo Tingshen he was respectful and obeyed all the eldest young master's orders.

No need to explain anything in particular, just pushed the second young master out.

Mo Tingshen kept watching Mo Suizhi walk away until he could no longer see him.

The cigarette in his hand had only taken a few puffs, but it had burned to the end. He pointed his finger on the edge of the ashtray, put it on the coffee table and pushed it in front of him, skillfully stubbed out the cigarette butt, and lit another one.

He barely took this one away from his mouth and finished it quickly.

Then light the third one.

With his back on his back, his 1.85-meter figure is extremely oppressive. Even if some people don't say a word, just standing here, their presence is so strong that people can't ignore it.

It seems disgusting to be affected by such a dirty man.

"Oh..." Ling Wei suddenly ran out of words. She didn't know since when it was difficult to find a topic to talk to her son, "That's good."

Mo Li's eyes flashed, "I don't know what you are talking about. I haven't seen her recently."

People in the restaurant frequently looked into the living room.

"I have to do something later. If you are afraid, you can go find Suizhi."

She came over without suppressing her footsteps and called twice, but Mo Tingshen didn't seem to hear her. He didn't even look at her when she spoke next to him.

She glanced at Mo Tingshen, then turned around and kicked out all the servants inside and outside the villa.

Looking back, Mo Tingshen was nowhere to be seen in the living room.

Ling Wei walked up behind Mo Tingshen and asked, "Have you had breakfast?"

Mo Li's panicked voice came from the other side of the restaurant: "What do you want to do?"

Mo Li's hands were shaking uncontrollably.

"The court is deep." Ling Wei walked out of the restaurant.

Mo Tingshen stood in front of him, holding a cigarette in his mouth. The tip of his tongue was pressed against the cigarette butt to the corner of his mouth. His thin lips opened and closed, and the voice lingering in the smoke was low and deep, shrouded in a bone-chilling chill: "I have been here for three years."

I warned you before to stop thinking about having a smaller waist."

Mo Ting turned to face her sideways, looking down from top to Ling Wei's forehead, and his cold eyes became slightly warmer.

Ling Wei didn't even look at him, she only glanced back from the corner of her eye. Until now, no matter how panicked Mo Li was, she didn't feel any relief at all.

From just now, Ling Wei looked at Mo Li coldly, seeing the various changes in expressions on his face. She went from ridicule and hatred at the beginning, to disappointment, and then gradually calmed down.

It was as if the heart had been dug out and placed on a stone cooked by fire.

"The courtyard is deep."

Ling Wei thought he was lost in thought and wanted to say something more, but Mo Tingshen turned his head to look at her and said softly: "I've eaten."

Ling Wei bit her lip, "No, I'll stay here."

Go and close the door yourself.

The sudden move made Mo Li anxious, and he shouted in a low voice behind her: "Ling, come back here, how dare you!"

"Never seen it?" Mo Tingshen sneered, "Golden Deer Award, celebration banquet, garage."

Mo Li suddenly raised his head, his eyes trembling uncontrollably, "Who did you listen to?"

Mo Tingshen said nothing.

"Chu Yao? Are you that little bitch Chu Yao?"
Chapter completed!