Flowers bloom on Moshang and wait for the clouds to come

Chapter 8 This is what you owe me (8)

"Boss, I have to tell you something from the bottom of my heart. What do you still want to do with her? You can do whatever you want with this matter. If you want to go to jail, let him go to jail, and if you want to lose money, let him take out the money." Ning Ze Hao was very upset.

Leng Yichen said: "Boss, is the fund enough to operate? If it's not enough, let's talk about it, let's get together."

"Yes, Boss, just say it." Ning Zehao nodded hurriedly.

The corners of Jun Mo's lips curved slightly: "It's only a few hundred million, and it won't hurt Jun's vitality. Besides, it's not that there is no way to remedy it, it's just a little troublesome."

Song Lianyu said in surprise: "Boss, you don't want to carry it yourself! That's too unfair. I agree with Ze Hao's opinion on this matter. It's not worth it for that kind of woman."

"Boss, it's been five years, you should let it go." Leng Yichen persuaded.

Jun Mo smiled wryly in his heart, yes, it's time to let go.

It's a pity that emotion and reason always run counter to each other.

Jun Mo picked up the car keys on the table: "Go ahead, I'll go first."

"Hey...boss, didn't you say you're going to karaoke later?" Ning Zehao asked.

"I won't go, I'm a little tired, go home and sleep." Jun Moto waved his hand, opened the door and left without looking back.

Ning Zehao sighed helplessly: "Boss is stuck in that pit and can't get out."

Song Lianyu asked curiously: "The Xia family has such a big incident, so Xia Yunxi won't come back?"

Leng Yichen said slowly: "It's better not to come back. If you don't come back, the boss can still hold your breath. If you come back..."

It was rare that the three of them had the same opinion, Ning Zehao and Song Lianyu nodded one after another.

When the car drove downstairs, Jun Mo pulled over and stopped. Looking at the lights on the top floor, his chest throbbed for no reason.

He returns home every night and looks at the lights of thousands of homes, but none of the lights belong to him. There are dozens of properties under his name, Haicheng, other cities, and foreign countries, but no place can give him a sense of belonging.

Only he knows the feeling of loneliness and emptiness in his heart.

And today, there is finally a lamp lit for him.

But it's a deal.

The hands holding the steering wheel tightened, the brakes were released, and the car slowly drove into the underground parking garage.

Xia Yunxi glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, it was almost 12 o'clock, does Jun Mo go home so late every day?Or was he unwilling to come back because of her presence?Or, this is not his home, but a place where he arranged for her temporarily...

She didn't dare to call to ask him when he would come back, and when he would come back, she had no right to ask.But she didn't dare to go to sleep, what if Jun Mo came back?

She didn't want to upset him on the first day.

The mood of waiting is apprehensive and nervous, and there is a hint of anticipation in it.

Hear the ding-dong sound of the elevator.

Xia Yunxi immediately jumped up from the sofa and rushed to the door.

Just when Jun Mo was about to enter the password, the door opened, and a small face poked out, a little timid and cautious: "Jun Mo, you're back!"

Knowing that she was in this home, but the moment he saw her, his mind was in a trance, feeling very unreal, like a dream.

Watching her take out the slippers and put them at his feet, then put away the leather shoes he replaced and put them in the shoe cabinet.

Listening to her asking with concern: "Jun Mo, are you hungry? Do you want to have a midnight snack? I made dumplings, or do you want to take a bath first?"

The gentle voice flowed through his heart like a warm stream.

It's more like a gentle and virtuous wife who greets her husband who returns late, and then greets her with care, giving her the most gentle and considerate care.

At a glance, I saw a pot of June snow on the shoe cabinet, and further inside, yellow roses on the TV cabinet, white lilies on the dining table, green radishes at the corner of the stairs...

With just a slight change, there seems to be something more in this home.

(End of this chapter)