Mo Beiyan only felt that God was joking, and he didn't dare to make a decision, but he was just ambiguous.

"Mr. Mo, all I know is this, I've told you," Jesse stood up when she saw this, "In addition, Mo Nanjue himself should still be in the United States."

"You go."

Jesse left after taking the contract. He didn't care about this. All he cared about was how to list the company. If he grasped Mo's big rope, he would not be afraid of falling to death.

Mo Beiyan held the photo in his hand, sat for a while before standing up. He ordered someone to organize everything in the file bag and take it away together.

"Mr. Mo, the meeting time has been postponed for an hour..."

"Turn off," Mo Beiyan put the photo in his pocket. He turned around and walked towards the VIP elevator. "Turn off all meetings in the past few days. I have something else to deal with."

The follower felt strange. Mo Beiyan had always been focusing on official business, so he had to nod, "Yes, Mr. Mo."

When he raised his head again, Mo Beiyan's figure had disappeared into the building.

***

The next morning, when Chen An returned from the institute, the genius had just been dawning.

Tong Ran had not yet got up. Mo Nanjue was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper. Chen An walked over and threw something beside him, "Here, someone found me and said he wanted me to hand it over to you."

Mo Nanjue glanced at him, "What is it?"

Chen An took off his coat, he stretched his waist and fell on the sofa, putting one leg on, "How did I know, it's probably a love letter, you can read it yourself."

"roll!"

Mo Nanjue reached out and picked it up. The envelope was of excellent paper quality, obviously not sent by ordinary people. He tore it apart and pulled out the things inside.

It is not a long-term letter, but a note and a photo.

Mo Nanjue's pupils contracted violently, and he recognized it at a glance. This photo was the one he saw under the pillow of Luo Xiao, Thailand!

His face turned gloomy, and Chen An leaned over to see this, "What's wrong? So surprised?"

Mo Nanjue moved the photo apart, and a line of words was written on the short note.

Darkness Cafe, UHN Street, No. 17, I'll wait for you at 10 o'clock.

"Damn, who is this?" Chen An drew the note, "I actually asked you out of the blue," he turned his eyes to the photo, "Who is this woman?"

Mo Nanjue did not answer. He stood up, his tall figure was pulled a few rays away by the morning sun. "I'll go out. If Tong Ran asks, you will tell me to deal with Jesse's business."

Chen An noticed something was wrong, so he stood up and said, "Jue, will I accompany you?"

"No, you can rest."

"Be careful."

"Um."

Mo Nanjue went upstairs to change his clothes. His white linen shirt was as smooth as silk, and his strong chest was vaguely visible to his shoulders. He did not wear a coat, and took the key and went out.

...

Business in the cafe is deserted, and even during peak hours, there are not many people.

Mo Nanjue pushed the door and walked in. The waiter glanced at his face. His appearance was definitely an easy-to-recognize master. "Is it Mr. Jue?"

Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes lightly, and the waiter understood it, "Please come with me."

In the box next to the window on the second floor, the aroma of coffee wafted. This is extremely bitter coffee. Mo Nanjue and Mo Beiyan are surprisingly similar. Drinking coffee must be bitter, otherwise you won’t touch it in one bite.

The waiter opened the door.
Chapter completed!