Madam, She’s Abusing Scum Again

Xiao Mo's eyes were full of horror.

The clown had long expected that he would have this expression, so he raised the corner of his mouth calmly.

"To tell you, I was actually as surprised as you when I got the news. I didn't expect that there would be such a clever fate in this world."

Xiao Mo was holding the materials suitable for the person, and the expression on his face was extremely complicated.

How could it be Xu Yan! He had been searching for the bone marrow all over the world for so long, and he was actually close to him, and it was on Xu Yan's body.

This is a coincidence!

Xiao Mo's blood was frozen, and the air around him became extremely cold.

Those materials trembled unconsciously in his palm, and Xiao Mo curiously asked, "Where did you get these materials?"

He didn't understand, why did Xu Yan do this kind of inspection so well?

The clown sneered.

He was not surprised at Xiao Mo's ignorance, so he said slowly:

"Mr. Xiao doesn't know yet, the old man of the Mu family is dyingly ill, and now he needs a bone marrow transplant to survive, so their whole family has been checked."

He paused, pointed at the information in Xiao Mo's hand, raised his eyebrows, "And these are the information I have obtained with all my hard work."

He certainly couldn't tell Xiao Mo exactly how he got it. His purpose was to make this deal with Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo probably understood the situation.

During this period of time, he has been taking care of Wen Zimei wholeheartedly, and has not cared about Mu's affairs at all.

Unexpectedly, something like this happened to the Mu family.

Perhaps, all this is the destiny destined in the dark.

Not only the bad relationship between him and Mu Nanfeng, but also between Wen Zimei and Xu Yan.

Their fate has always been entangled.

Xiao Mo was silent for a moment, put the information back into the silver password box, and closed the lid.

"I understand everything, thank you for helping me find my bone marrow."

Regardless of the deal, he thinks he should also thank the clown.

At the critical moment, this person is still reliable.

Seeing him being so polite, the clown felt a little embarrassed, "Mr. Xiao is polite, it's not the first time we traded. You want to thank you, and you should also thank yourself."

Looking directly at Xiao Mo, he remembered what happened last time and reminded: "If it weren't for you to let go of that woman named Xu Yan last time, Miss Wen might not find the right bone marrow now."

This makes sense.

A short film that plunged Xiao Mo into memories.

He thought to himself that if he did not feel soft to Xu Yan at the time, but insisted on ruining Xu Yan with his original idea, then Wen Zimei would have no hope of reviving him now.

Unexpectedly, a kind thought from him would save Wen Zimei by accident.

Many things in this world are really unclear.

For a long time, Xiao Mo sighed, "Perhaps all of this is fate."

"Unexpectedly, Mr. Xiao also believed in his fate." There was a hint of sarcasm in the clown's voice.

He thought that people like Xiao Mo wouldn't believe in those mysterious things at all.

Unexpectedly, it is also a mortal.

Xiao Mo smiled bitterly and didn't excuse him. Maybe he didn't believe it once, but now he has to believe it.

Only they themselves know the ill fate between them.

No matter how much I said, others couldn't understand it.

Seeing that Xiao Mo's eyes were hollow, the clown didn't want to talk anymore. He picked up the contract and got up, "The deal is complete, can Xiao always leave with me?"

The yacht departs to the island every hour. If you miss the nearest one, you will have to wait a little longer.

"No need." Xiao Mo refused. He wanted to be alone now.

The clown is not welcome, "Then I will go first. The island has a very nice view, and it is also good for you to take a look at the scenery here."

"Wait..." Xiao Mo suddenly thought of something and stopped him.

The clown turned around, "Is there anything going on, Mr. Xiao?"

Xiao Mo is straight to the point: "I want to know whether you sent the document about the accident on the Tinglan project."

When he got the file that day, he was overjoyed and almost forgot to check the source of the file.

Seeing the clown today, he suddenly felt the need to ask.

The clown froze for a few seconds, then let out a happy smile under the mask, "Yes, I sent it."

"Why?" Xiao Mo was puzzled.

"That file is worthless. Since Mr. Xiao, you hate Mu Nanfeng so much, then I'll take it as a favor." The clown's explanation was very sincere, making it impossible to doubt.

Then, he expressed his own little desires, "Of course, I also have selfish intentions, I hope to make friends with Mr. Xiao."

Xiao Mo thought this person was very interesting.

To be friends?

It was the first time that he saw someone please him in such a way and be friends with him.

It's also full of sincerity.

Xiao Mo didn't resist either. He didn't dislike this clown, but rather appreciated it.

"It's okay to be friends, but..." Xiao Mo stood up abruptly, keeping his eyes on the same level as the clown, and smiled, "But I don't need to pass on Mu Nanfeng news to me in the future. I don't want to deal with him anymore, thank you. Kindness."

The clown was a little surprised when he heard this, but it was Xiao Mo's personal choice, and he was not qualified to ask more.

"That's good, then look forward to our next cooperation."

He waved at Xiao Mo: "Goodbye, President Xiao."

Xiao Mo watched him leave until he saw him on the yacht before sitting down again.

Looking at the drink on the table, Xiao Mo brought it over and drank it, then let out a heavy breath.

He looked at the lockbox, and now he was thinking about how to get the bone marrow?

Xu Yan hates Wen Ziyi so much, how could she be willing to donate her bone marrow.

He wanted to save Wen Zimei, but he couldn't think of a good way.

Is it possible that he wants to catch Xu Yan again? Forcing her to submit?

Xiao Mo thought this way, but there was a voice in his heart resisting.

He is a bit embarrassed on both sides.

Sitting on the small island all afternoon, Xiao Mo did not leave until dark.

He was walking on the road on the side of the street and saw that there were Ping An fruit sellers everywhere on the street.

Suddenly remembering that it was Christmas Eve, Xiao Mo bought one casually.

I heard that on Christmas Eve, eating apples symbolizes peace and auspiciousness, so people today buy apples as gifts for their families and lovers.

Those apples are packed into exquisite bouquets, colorful and full of patterns.

Xiao Mo picked the best looking one, holding the bouquet, walking home restlessly.

When he got home, he couldn't help but feel nervous when he saw the cold food that had not been touched on the dinner table.

He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was already ten o'clock. It was indeed late for him to come back.

I wonder if Wen Zimei is angry?

Xiao Mo hurriedly went upstairs and came to the room. The room was completely dark and could not see anything.

Turning on the light, Xiao Mo saw Wen Zimei who was curled up in the corner and crying in a low voice.

He suddenly panicked, put down the flower in his hand and walked in the direction of Wen Ziwei.

Looking at Wen Ziyi with tousled hair, he slowly squatted down, his white hands trying to touch her forehead, "Ziyi, what's the matter? Are you angry with me?"

"Don't touch me." Before he could touch her hair, Wen Zimei suddenly furious and threw away his hand.

Her face was stained with tears, her voice was choked with breath, as if she had been crying for a long time.

"Zi Ai, I'm sorry, I was wrong, please don't be like this."

No matter what happens, the man's confession is the first thing.

Wen Zimei hugged her body and curled up in the corner, tears streaming unstoppable.

"Why?" she asked.

Xiao Mo looked blank, he didn't know what Wen Zimei was talking about.

Before he could ask, Wen Zimei murmured repeatedly, "Amo, why are you doing this to me?"

"Do you know that you are like this, it is actually a kind of harm to me..."

"I... I'm really in pain..."

"Amo..."

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