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The man answered, and then asked, "OK, Mr. Yan, is this urgent?"

Yan Siyuan thought for a while and said, "it's very urgent."

"Well, just wait a moment. I'll send someone to check."

"OK, thank you."

Yan Siyuan slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

"I don't want to thank you for that. It's just a matter of moving your fingers. Just wait!" the man laughed and laughed heartily.

"OK, that's it." Yan Siyuan smiled and hung up the phone. He always knew that guy was an extremely capable man. He never did things slowly. He told him that he could do it in a minute. So Yan Siyuan was very relieved and didn't find anyone else. He put his mobile phone next to him, stepped on the accelerator and went home first.

As soon as Yan Siyuan got home, he got out of the car. The breeze brushed his messy hair. Yan Siyuan opened his long legs and rushed into the house.

His slender fingers kept tapping on the computer. Yan Siyuan's pupils stared at the computer screen tightly, frowning and looking very serious.

At this time, the mobile phone rang. It was the president's phone. He picked it up. The man over there still laughed: "Mr. Yan, the man you asked me to check is not small."

"Well, I know, Mo Qing, the future successor of Mo's group." Yan Siyuan's voice is particularly light and clear, as if he was talking about an ordinary passer-by. He casually leaned back in his chair, tapped the desktop with his other hand, and his black eyes were still staring at the computer screen.

"I sent it to you on the computer. Did you see it?"

Yan Si looked at the string of numbers and nodded. His black eyes were bright: "I saw it. Thank you this time."

"You're welcome. If you really want to thank me, please invite me to a big meal next time." the man smiled and said.

"OK." Yan Si agreed without hesitation.

He hung up.

Apart from the number, the president of the company sent him something else.

Did he go through Mo Qing's family?

Yan Siyuan looked at all kinds of profiles of Mo Qing on the computer and rubbed his forehead helplessly.

However, this can also be seen.

Yansi Yuanshun looked at all the things sent by the man, and then his eyes became heavier and colder.

Yan Siyuan glanced at the numbers and clicked a few keys on his mobile phone.

Mo Qing is looking at Chuqing's sleeping face. His mobile phone suddenly rings. He is still wondering who called her at this time. Unexpectedly, he took out his mobile phone to have a look.

Seeing this number, Mo Qing just wanted to sneer. Just now Chuqing's cell phone rang. Although the remark is Yan Siyuan, you can also see the phone number.

This number is Yan Siyuan's. Unexpectedly, Chu Qing came to him when he couldn't find him, but where did he find his number?

What's the use of remembering Chu Qing at this time?

Mo Qing's eyes were as gentle as jade. For a moment, a trace of coldness flashed across them. Then he slowly converged, put on a soft smile, picked up his mobile phone and picked it up.

"Hello." Yan Siyuan's bony fingers held the mobile phone, his pupils were cold, his thin lips opened slightly, and his voice was indifferent to the extreme.

"Hello, Yan Siyuan?" the voice heard from there was indeed Mo Qing's voice, gentle and soft, with a bit of surprise and alienation. Yan Siyuan slightly recalled the thin corners of his mouth.

"Mo Qing." Yan Siyuan coldly shouted Mo Qing's name, and then paused. A cold flash flashed in his black eyes. He asked directly and clearly, "is Chu Qing with you?"

Mo Qing listened to the voice on the phone and couldn't help laughing. A sarcastic smile filled his eyes. Then he turned his head and looked at Chuqing who was asleep, then pretended to be confused and said, "Chuqing?"

"Is she with you?" Yan Siyuan said coldly, and an angry flame flashed in his black eyes. It was obviously a question sentence, but he said the meaning of affirmative sentence.

Ning Yan'er listened outside the door, her lips coldly aroused, and the hatred in her eyes became stronger and stronger.

It was Chu Qing. He wants to find her.

She didn't want to hear any more. She broke her heart. With a sneer, she picked up her arm and turned her head and left.

"Here I am? What are you asking me for?" Mo Qing raised his legs and said with a slight smile, but the depths of his warm jade like eyes were full of cold.

"Send Chuqing back." Yan Siyuan narrowed his eyes, but his voice was mellow but filled with indifference.

Mo Qing knew that Yan Siyuan knew that Chu Qing was with him and didn't want to hide her, so he laughed wildly: "she has legs and thoughts. I didn't tie her up. If she wants to go back, she will go back."

Yan Si was far from speaking. When he was about to speak, Mo Qing's voice came over with some irony: "otherwise, she doesn't want to go back at all."

Yan Siyuan clenched his fist and tried not to get angry, but the dark pupil had spread the storm and was about to burst out. "She's my wife. Send her back."

His tone took an indisputable order, but Mo Qing didn't care at all. His voice was careless, but it deeply pierced into Yan Siyuan's heart: "she is your wife. Yes, but which man have you seen will ask another man where his wife is?"

Yan Siyuan was silent, but his fingers tightly clasped his mobile phone, a little white. The anger in his eyes slowly subsided, but he opened his mouth and disdained to say, "you can't get her, she's my woman."

Mo Qing laughed, and the smell of gunpowder between them became more and more intense: "but what's the use of your woman not being with you now? Maybe she will become another woman soon." he said that purely to satirize Yan Si Yuancai, but he didn't expect that he would love Chu Qing in the future.

"Impossible." Yan Siyuan said in a deep voice, and his black eyes were also cold.

"By the way, Yan Siyuan, do you know that Chu Qing was hurt?" Mo Qing suddenly restrained a smile and asked coldly.

Yan Si was stunned for a long time and replied, "I know."

"Then you know your injured wife is running out alone. At this time, you think of her and ask another man where your wife is." Mo Qing's voice is somewhat ironic, "she's right here. So, will you come to her?"

"Of course, I said, she's my wife. Hand her over, Mo Qing." Yan Siyuan frowned and felt a trace of pain in his heart. He didn't care, but felt the usual pain.

"Come to her myself. I said she has legs and thoughts. If she wants to go back, I won't stop her. If she doesn't want to go back, she can always be with me. If you don't take care of her, I'll take care of her." Mo Qing said coldly. His eyes stared at Chu Qing's sleeping face, his lips lifted slightly, and there was a trace of warmth in his eyes, but his voice was not soft.