Addiction to flash marriage: Mr. Li, don’t be too flirtatious!

"This is the purpose of his tricks!

But he wanted to use this trick to investigate the people behind us and find out Mo Ziqing, but that was just a dream. "

A hint of dark calculation flashed in Li Chengyu's eyes.

He sneered strategically, "I have my own way to keep Mo Ziqing from showing her face. She is determined to return to the country, so just listen to me and don't stop her, lest you go too far and get burned.

Xie Zhiyin, before you return to China, you don't need to say anything else. The most important thing is to be quiet and eliminate her suspicions. Do you understand? People must learn to assess the situation and be smarter.

As for Li Beichen, since he wants to die, I might as well give him a big gift! "

"What kind of gift?" His suddenly calm and cunning tone made Xie Zhiyin's tense nerves relax slightly, and she asked with interest.

Li Chengyu snorted coldly, "Do you know what will be the most important thing once Mo Ziqing returns to China?"

"Master Li, you are smart and wise, just say so."

"Use your brain."

Li Chengyu was disdainful, with a dangerous look in his pupils, "The most important thing is of course to provoke hatred between her and Li Beichen. As long as she brings hatred, she will wear colored glasses, and she will not give Li Beichen any chance.

Just leave it to me to do this.

Xie Zhiyin, I am much more capable than you. I need to be well prepared to 'greet' this Mo Ziqing.

We need to make her feel that we are the people she can trust most when she comes to China, a country she is unfamiliar with.

That way, it will be much easier for us to do things.

understand? "

Xie Zhiyin was of course unhappy with his tone of teaching, but her heart was pounding. She had to admit that in terms of conspiracy and calculation, Li Chengyu was still ruthless and cold-minded, and quick to turn.

I don’t know what countermeasures he thought of to defeat Li Beichen’s conspiracy?

He even said that even if Mo Ziqing insisted on returning to China, there was no need to be afraid.

I don’t know, what is he going to do?

There was a knocking sound outside the carved bedroom door.

Xie Zhiyin hurriedly said a few words and had to hang up the phone hastily. She removed the card from the phone, hid it, and put the phone back into her pocket. She was ready and her breathing returned to calm.

When he stood up, he opened the door with a pair of innocent deer eyes and a smile as if nothing had happened, and said in fluent English, "Grandpa Butler?"

The housekeeper saw the door open and looked at the newly recognized lady with a pair of blue eyes.

He had lived with Dong Mo in this manor for more than ten years. The chairman used to be here, but later the chairman died of illness, and Dong Mo took over as the widow.

She has always lived a lonely and lonely life, and no one else has stayed in the huge manor except the servants.

This was the first time that a new face came in, and it was Dong Mo’s long-lost daughter.

When the young lady came back just now, she was so anxious that she locked herself in the bedroom.

The housekeeper didn't know why, but Director Mo's special assistant Erik called and conveyed Director Mo's intention.

The housekeeper looked at Xie Zhiyin with some observation at this moment, and glanced at the bedroom behind her from the corner of his eye.

Seeing that everything was as usual, he smiled and said in convoluted English, "Miss.

I saw that you seemed to be in a bad mood when you came back, so I asked the servant to prepare afternoon tea for you to taste.

What happened? Who were you calling just now? There seemed to be an argument? "

Xie Zhiyin looked at the housekeeper. The maid behind him brought two plates of exquisite English afternoon tea.

Her eyes narrowed nervously.

This housekeeper rarely came to her bedroom to serve her in the past two days, nor did he interfere with what she was doing.

Why did he suddenly ask her about her personal affairs today?

A dark light flickered in her eyes, and she suddenly thought of Li Chengyu's instructions just now, telling her to stay calm these days and not to arouse Mo Ziqing's suspicion again.

Could it be that... this housekeeper came here to spy on her after being instructed by Mo Ziqing?

There was an inexplicable chill in my heart.

She bit her lip secretly, but she didn't expect Mo Ziqing to be on guard against her?

She immediately smiled and shook her head, waving her hands with a simple and gentle smile, "Did you hear me correctly? I was calling my best friend in China, but it was just to catch up with old times. I don't know anyone here. It's quite... boring.

The arguing you heard was probably my bestie and I joking!

Thank you for the afternoon tea. Let the maid bring it in!

I just want to watch a movie, but it feels a little lonely to watch it alone. Grandpa Butler, if you and the maid are okay, can you watch it with me? "

With that said, she walked leisurely back to the living room, brought a chair, and invited them enthusiastically, "No need to be formal, please sit down!"

This move made the old housekeeper stunned.

Erik sent him to ask him to pay attention to the lady's movements and see what she was doing in the room and who she was talking to.

However, when he walked in and took a look, there was nothing unusual in the bedroom...

I want to see if the lady's daily life is really as simple as watching TV dramas.

The housekeeper took the two maids in and sat down.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Mo Ziqing got off work from the group and returned to this quiet manor from Berlin city.

In the manor's elegant European-style large living room, several Baroque chandeliers cast a quiet light. On the long dining table, candlesticks were lit, releasing a hint of the aroma of food and the mellowness of red wine.

Xie Zhiyin was having a meal when she heard the sound of cars turning off outside the door. She remained calm and continued to joke.

Until Mo Ziqing was served by the housekeeper, he took off his thin windbreaker and walked in. When he raised his eyes, he saw his daughter and the maid chatting happily.

They seemed to be studying an oriental food, Zhiyin's face was full of innocent laughter.

Mo Ziqing narrowed his eyes and observed her quietly for a while without making a sound.

The housekeeper walked up to her from the side and reported in a low voice, "The lady called this afternoon, it was to her best friend.

Later, instead of shutting herself in the room, she invited the maid to watch a movie with her.

I observed that her daily routine is relatively simple.

Until now, she has not touched her mobile phone or contacted anyone.

Mr. Mo, do you still think something is wrong? "

After hearing this, Mo Ziqing nodded, indicating that she understood.

The calmness in her eyes was still locked on Xie Zhiyin's face.

No one contacted? Looking at her now, her smile is innocent and harmless, her soft face and her brows pure.

Did she think too much?

Mo Ziqing frowned. Over there, Xie Zhiyin seemed to have just realized that she was back. She smiled like a little bird and walked over, "Mom! You finally came home from your work. Housekeeper, please prepare something for my mother." Some dinner.

Sit down quickly. Are you exhausted from a day's work? Let me give you a head massage, okay? "

Mo Ziqing didn't like her intimacy, but he couldn't explain why.

But this time, she didn't refuse. She walked to the big sofa and sat down. She smiled lightly and said, "You can press it."

Xie Zhiyin wiped her hands obediently and started massaging her. She suddenly sighed and said, "Mom, I'm sorry! I figured it out after I came back. I shouldn't have rudely interfered with your work out of concern."

"Huh?" Mo Ziqing looked at her in surprise.