Cold President: Ex-wife is hard to chase

Chapter 84 Too Many Unknowns (4)
Ruan Xinjie's voice was hoarse, as if it floated from a very far away place and landed on the eardrum, it felt very unreal, "Because I love him!"

Because of love, she couldn't bear to watch him being misunderstood blindly, even if the person who misunderstood him was her strong enemy, for the sake of making that man happy, she still mustered up the courage to speak up.

"Thank you for telling me this, it's getting late, I'll go first." Knowing so much, Ye Chen really had no choice but to sit here calmly and calmly like at the beginning.

This time, Ruan Xinjie didn't stop calling her. She looked at her back, walked a little hastily, and the tears in the corners of her eyes finally slid down her cheeks.

Walking out of the cafe like a trot, Ye Chen realized that it was raining again in this ever-changing day.

The pattering drizzle hit her face wetly, and soon, her face was covered with tiny drops of water. Ye Chen didn't cry, but she felt very uncomfortable in her heart.

The news that Ruan Xinjie told her undoubtedly made her the most wolf-hearted person in the world.

Chen Xi, this man who was slowly getting rid of his heart, suddenly jumped into his heart again.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, but she didn't have the slightest intention of avoiding it. It seemed that the corpse that had taken away the soul was floating aimlessly on the street. From time to time, there were people who forgot to bring their umbrellas and ran with their heads in their arms. In this dark night.

Finally, feeling exhausted, she leaned close to the window next to her. This was a shopping mall, and the window displayed the latest spring clothes of this year.

Ye Chen leaned on it with difficulty, and after a while, she straightened her back until a clerk came out to remind her to leave, and continued to walk forward slowly, with heavy steps.

In Ling's conference room, many people had gathered earlier, none of them were old, and few of them were kind-hearted. They were all the elites of the "Mad World".

Although it wasn't their original intention to grow up to be this vicious, it shows to the greatest extent that the "Mad World", an organization that stands in the dark, is not easy to mess with.

Seeing Ling Mo, He Yilang trotted forward to meet him, lowered his voice, and quickly whispered something in his ear.

Ling Mo's face didn't change much, he was still calm, only his cold eyes showed how dangerous he was.

During these three years of dormancy, it is not an exaggeration to say that he was a tiger taking a nap.

"Brother!" The group of people around the round table saw the man walking slowly to the top of the conference table like a stroller, and they stood up in unison without being reminded.

Ling Mo's sharp eyes swept over everyone one by one, and his thin lips parted slightly, just when everyone thought he would give some new instructions, he only uttered one word, "Sit."

He Yilang sat down next to Ling Mo, but Ling Mo didn't speak. The people present, even if they had the guts, didn't have the capacity. A moment of silence spread throughout the meeting room, and the atmosphere was eerily creepy.

As Ling Mo's other arm, He Yilang felt that at this time, he had the responsibility and the obligation to speak first, "Brother, brothers are waiting for you to speak."

The man's nails were neatly trimmed, and his slender and fair fingers tapped on the bright and smooth mahogany tabletop, "I heard that our casino was ruined on the first day it opened!"

His voice wasn't too loud, and it wasn't too harsh, but the handsome man in charge of the casino fell off the stool on the spot, "Brother, this is..."

The word "accident" got stuck in his throat when he caught a glimpse of the increasingly cold face of the first man.

After three years of hibernation, when it was time to show off his skills, he didn't expect to have a bad start. He was so respected by his elder brother, he sat on the ground and dared not look at Ling Mo.

Contrary to everyone's expectations, Ling Mo was not angry, and his tone was still leisurely, "It's cold on the ground, if you have something to say."

The handsome man in black wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, stood up tremblingly while leaning on the stool.

"He Yilang, what do you think?" Ling Mo looked at He Yilang. He is of Cambodian and Korean mixed race.

Being named, He Yilang was also shocked, "Brother Ling, that matter has basically been found out, it is..." He seemed to be scrupled, and he stopped there hesitantly.

Ling Mo knows how to read people's hearts, so he naturally knows who is the person who can make it difficult for his left and right hands to speak.

Yuxiu raised her sharp eyebrows slightly, "That kid Chen Xi did it." The words that came out of his mouth were already declarative sentences.

He Yilang hesitated, "It's not just him."

"Who else?" Ling Mo squinted his eyes, his long and narrow red phoenix eyes gave off a mysterious cold light, exactly as he had guessed, there are quite a lot of people who want to deal with Ling Mo.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on He Yilang's forehead. After observing Ling Mo's expression, he boldly said, "And your ex-father-in-law."

Undoubtedly, compared to Su Mojie's "honesty", He Yilang is much more cunning.

Knowing that Ling Mo would definitely give an explanation to his brothers today, and he also had to take into account the feelings of his ex-wife who was trying to get her back, he deliberated for a long time, and carefully added the word "ex" in front of his old husband.

In the huge conference room, there was a five-second silence, and then, the cold voice sounded again, "I'm here today, the meeting is adjourned."

"Brother Ling, over there at the casino, do you want to continue to open tomorrow?" After the meeting of the brothers ended, He Yilang took out a cigarette and brought it to his mouth courteously.

Ling Mo didn't refuse, he opened his mouth, held the cigarette in his mouth, but didn't speak.

He Yilang took out the lighter again and lighted it up for him courteously, "Brother Ling, you have something to say, brothers are still waiting."

In fact, as long as Ling Mo says a word, whether he has a strong seniority or a police station with a high safety factor, they can burn them to the ground as brothers.

Obviously, this kind of barbaric and mindless approach is very offensive to the heart of a man who is smoking regularly.

Three years ago, he was accidentally planted. Three years later, there is no doubt that he has become more sensitive and cautious.

(End of this chapter)