I go north, you go south

"Hey brother, I just have a new situation here."

Speaking of the Chen family, Mo Ziwen couldn't help but think of what Xu Huan's ex-boyfriend said just now.

"New situation? What? Say."

Ling Bei on the other side of the phone obviously didn't expect that this topic would come up again.

He pulled up the chair behind him, picked up the pen on the table and rolled it around on his fingertips.

"Brother, this Chen Xianyao seems to be playing quite a lot in private."

Seeing that Xu Huan in his arms was also honest, Mo Ziwen turned over and leaned on the bed.

But the hand around Xu Huan's waist was still rubbing back and forth restlessly.

Xu Huan felt itchy and uncomfortable.

So he slapped him with a slap.

"Mo Ziwen, can you be more honest?"

Mo Ziwen was shocked.Then he put the phone away and put his index finger to his lips with a smile: "Good boy, wait a minute."

Xu Huan: "..."

Waiting for you big head ghost!

"She is not a good girl in the traditional sense." Ling Bei's voice came again on the other end of the phone: "I have long felt that she is not as calm and polite as she appears."

"I even think that the rumored love for Chen Shan's daughter has some hidden meaning."

"So brother, why don't you try and check the men Chen Xianyao has been in contact with."

The person on the other end of the phone fell into deep thought.

"Okay, do you have a way to get it?"

Mo Ziwen raised his eyebrows: "Are you underestimating me? As long as you think it's possible, I will definitely find a way to find information about the people around her."

"That's up to you. As long as you don't alert others, I don't mind how you play freely."

"Okay, I understand. I will find a way to arrange it later."

Ling Bei said "hmm" and ended the topic.

"Brother... do you think there is anything else?" Mo Ziwen glanced at Xu Huan, who was lying in his arms but not looking at him, and squeezed her again.

"Tsk, Mo Ziwen!"

Xu Huan couldn't bear it and glared at him, but he didn't dare to make too much noise.

She still needs face!
"Okay, okay, don't listen to anything inappropriate. I won't disturb you anymore."

Ling Bei on the other end of the phone seemed to chuckle softly: "I'm taking the liberty this time. Please apologize to your family for me."

"Brother owes you a favor."

"Our family, Xiao Huan, is well-behaved and well-informed, and he understands my career ambitions very well."

As he said this, Mo Ziwen raised his eyebrows at Xu Huan.

But Xu Xiaohuan, who was hopeless, ignored him at all.

"But Mo Ziwen, I still have to remind you."

Ling Bei's tone at this time was especially like that of an elder brother: "You still have to respect other people's wishes. Before you make plans to get married, I will take measures. Otherwise, I will make trouble with you."

"I know, brother, don't worry."

After hanging up the phone, Mo Ziwen's cell phone was thrown out of the sky.

He turned over and pinned the person firmly underneath him.

Then he bit the other person's earlobe: "Xiao Huan, do you know that if your bite on me is seen tomorrow, everyone in the design department and marketing department will know that I, Mo Ziwen, have a very strict upbringing." "

Xu Huan blushed, but couldn't avoid Mo Ziwen's movements. He could only grit his teeth and said: "They will only guess that you are molesting your good woman!"

The man suddenly laughed: "But didn't you say that everyone knows that I can't do it?"

"Bitch, are you so vindictive?"

"Yeah, so you have to make it up to me."

Mo Ziwen reached out and took out a small box from the bedside table.

"It's still early, let's continue."