Marry first, love later: wife, don't divorce

The room on the second floor was pitch black. Dongfang Mo walked in without turning on the light. In fact, he had already gotten used to living in the dark for the past five years. Walking in the dark was the same as walking in a brightly lit place.

Sitting down on the sofa, he kneaded his forehead with his hands. In recent years, he has always felt tired. In fact, it is not the body, but the heart. He is getting more and more tired, and it is becoming more and more difficult to find someone to comfort him.

Leaning on the sofa, I wanted to nest myself into the sofa, but I was too tall to nest in it at all, and the whole person became more and more uncomfortable when I froze.

He had to stand up and was about to go to the bathroom when the phone rang at this moment. He was slightly taken aback, turned around, took the phone, walked to the balcony, and half-lyed on the balcony to answer the phone.

As soon as he pressed the answer button, Ah Hao's voice came from the phone: "Boss, according to reliable news, the Dongfang Group has been short of funds recently, and Dongfang Jun, the president of the group, has fallen into an economic crisis..."

"Okay, I see," he replied lightly, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

Dongfang Group, the Dongfang company established by his parents, was later in his hands and once developed to its heyday. Six years ago, it even became a top [-] company in the world.

However, people in this world have a common problem, they are prone to pink eyes, even if he gives her a lot, he still feels that it is not enough, as if he is not satisfied if he does not take the whole thing.

He is a generous person, and he will give it to others if they want it. The key is, with such a big Dongfang Group built by him, does everyone have the ability to play around?

Ah Hao on the phone was silent for a while, he frowned, and then asked again: "Is there anything else?"

"Boss, Ah Li just called and said that he found the trace of that woman Xi Muxue in South Africa..." Ah Hao's voice rang again from the phone.

"Is Xi Muxue still in South Africa?" He quickly intercepted Ah Hao's words.

"No more, Ali said that yesterday he saw a woman flashing out of the entrance of the Table Bay Hotel in Cape Town. He was stunned at the time, because this woman was actually Xi Muxue who had disappeared in Binhai for more than five years..." Ah Hao's voice continued.

"Then what does Xi Muxue look like now?" His voice was deep and hoarse, without any emotion.

"Ah Li said that his appearance hasn't changed much, it's the same as Xi Muru in Yicun Mo City, except that he has a big waved hair, exposing his smooth forehead."

"Okay, I got it," his voice was still low and dark, without any emotion: "Have you checked Muxue's residence? Do you live in Cape Town?"

"Well, it doesn't seem to be the case." Ahao thought for a while and said, "Ah Li didn't say anything, he just said that she stayed in a hotel. I think if Xi Muxue lives in Cape Town for a long time, then she doesn't need to stay in a hotel?"

"Notify Li, let him quickly find out what Xi Muxue's name is now, what country he lives in, and what job he is currently working on. I want a detailed information." He continued to order calmly and steadily.

"Yes," Ah Hao's voice rang through the phone, and he quickly cut off the phone.

He took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket, lit it in the darkness, and the burning cigarette looked like a star shining in the sky. Although it was faint, he was also stubborn and strong, just like a certain woman in the past.

Xi Muxue, with a smile on his lips, if the woman who appeared at the Table Bay Hotel in Cape Town is Xi Muxue, then who is the woman eating in the restaurant downstairs?