Quickly travel: The paranoid boss behind the Shura field has become sickly

The next day, Wansheng Group.

Mokoliluo sat at his desk and looked at the information handed over by his assistant, which recorded the past, relationship network, love history, etc. of Zeng Minghao and Xu Siming.

After flipping through the pages, Mokoliluo looked up at his assistant and asked, "Are all the information here?"

"Yes, everything that can be found has been recorded."

Mokoliluo nodded slightly and gently raised his hand to indicate to the assistant that he could go out.

The assistant nodded to him and then exited the office.

A few hours later, when it was time for lunch, Zuo Ying opened the door and came in from outside.

With an angry look on his face, he asked Mokolillo, "Ke, are you crazy?"

Mokoliluo signed his name on the last document, put it aside and looked up at Zuo Ying. Seeing him looking angry, he frowned in confusion.

"What happened to me?"

"Are you investigating Zeng Minghao and Xu Siming?"

Mokoliluo remained silent, which was regarded as a silent acquiescence to Zuo Ying.

Zuo Ying walked up to Mokoliluo and put his hands on the desk.

"Ke, didn't I remind you before that Tu Shanting is a sea king? He just moved out of Zeng Minghao's house and moved into Xu Siming's house that same day. He must be approaching you because of your money."

"Xu Siming is his boss, he is just staying here temporarily."

"Ha." Zuo Ying sneered, "You actually believe such a rhetoric? Who is Xu Siming? He would never let his employees live in his own home, let alone strangers. Xu Siming allowed him to live in his home. Going in, their relationship must be profound."

Seeing that Mokoliluo was still silent, Zuo Ying continued: "Ke, although you are vigorous and resolute at work and have an online IQ, you have always been blank emotionally, and you have no idea what the people who are close to you are doing. For what purpose, you must have a clear mind to distinguish right from wrong.”

"You said he likes my money?"

"Is this unclear? Zeng Minghao is just a small assistant to the president, Xu Siming is a designer, and his annual income is not at the same level. He, Tu Shanting, comes from the mountains. After seeing the prosperity, how can he not be moved?"

Mokoliluo pursed his lips in thought and asked, "In this case, does it mean that as long as I have money, he will always love me."

Zuo Ying thought he heard wrong, and asked with wide eyes, "What did you just say? Mokolillo, do you really like such a sea king?! Are you crazy?!"

"I'm not crazy."

"You still say you're not crazy. Listen to what you just said."

Mokoliluo stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, putting his hands in his pockets and staring at the halo of the sun outside the window.

Zuo Ying looked at Mokoliluo's back. He was holding the light on his back, like a god who was not angry and powerful.

"Ke, let's use an analogy. If he really chooses to be with you and abandons all those people, do you think he will stay with you for the rest of his life?"

"You don't mean that he likes money. As long as I am rich enough, as long as I am the richest man in my life, he will not leave me."

Zuo Ying shook his head helplessly, "Are you going to enter the love brain industry?"

Mokoliluo did not answer Zuo Ying's question and continued to look at the scenery outside the window, thinking in his mind how to make An Ting stay by his side forever.

"Forget it, let's not talk about him. It's lunch time now. Come on, let's go eat first."

"Ah."

Just as Mokoliluo turned around and was about to leave the office with Zuo Ying, his cell phone suddenly rang with a message notification tone.

He took out his cell phone and saw that it was a message from An Ting.

An Ting: Good afternoon. Have you had lunch?

An Ting: I am having lunch. I like the gift you gave me. Thank you.

When Mokoliluo saw that An Ting had sent him a message, a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

Zuo Ying on the side saw him smiling and knew why he was smiling without trying hard to guess. He immediately rolled his eyes at him.

Mokoliluo replied: As long as you like it, I'm going to have lunch.

An Ting: Then I won’t disturb your meal. I’ll continue working after dinner. I’ll send you a message when I have time.

Mokolillo: Well, you can call me directly when you have time.

An Ting: OK.