After admitting her wrong husband, she climbed the wall overnight with her three treasures

"I investigated the road traffic near Zheng Haobin's home at the point where I was monitoring the damage, and saw Jiang Sinuo's car."

There was a hint of excitement in Hanghang's usually calm voice on the other end of the phone: "After the car came out of Zheng Haobin's house, it went directly back to Jiang's house and it hasn't left yet."

"So I judge that the surveillance video was taken away by my cheap aunt Jiang Sinuo."

"And that surveillance is now in the Jiang family!"

Listening to the little guy's clear voice, Jiang Yi'an was also a little excited: "Hanghang, thank you."

"Mommy, tell me what to say thank you for."

The little guy on the other end of the phone sighed: "It seems that you should go back to Jiang's house today..."

Jiang Yi'an nodded: "Yes."

If Hanghang's analysis is correct, then the surveillance is now in the Jiang family. If she, Jiang Sinuo, had not gone to the Jiang family before destroying the surveillance, she might have been able to take out the surveillance.

Jiang Yi'an had actually planned to go back to the Jiang family before. When Mo Beixiao left just now, she said she wanted his help, which meant that he would accompany her to the Jiang family.

She had to find a way to get close to Jiang Sinuo and destroy the photos and videos she had about Luo Yan, so that Luo Yan could tell clearly who the kidnappers were who kidnapped Mianmian.

However, Jiang Yi'an had only planned to go to Jiang's house to get close to Jiang Sinuo.

But now, since Jiang Sinuo has brought the surveillance video of Zheng Haobin's house to Jiang's house...

Then she couldn't wait any longer.

She's going tonight.

Thinking of this, the woman frowned and sent a message to Mo Beixiao: "Can you accompany me back to my parents' home tonight?"

In the car outside the hospital, Mo Beixiao glanced at the message on his phone and frowned tightly: "Go back to your parents' home?"

"Accompany you back to Jiangjia Village where you grew up?"

"No, I'm going back to Jiang's house, the home of Jiang Muming and Ding Fangzhi."

After Jiang Yi'an typed this line, he was afraid that he would misunderstand, so he couldn't help but added: "I don't mean anything else, it's just that you said before that I could come to you, Anman, and I happened to have some things that I wanted to go to Jiang's house to handle and confirm. , I just wanted to ask if you have time."

"If you or Miss Qin think that I have other intentions, you can just consider accompanying me to Jiang's house this time as a deal, and I can pay you."

Leaning on the leather back seat of the car, Mo Beixiao squinted at the words "get paid" on his phone, and a coldness suddenly spread around his body.

The man stared at the phone for a long time before coldly typing: "Can you afford my reward?"

"Then make a price."

Jiang Yi'an frowned and replied, "Let me see if I can afford it."

The woman's words made Mo Beixiao instantly turn pale.

When he left the ward, he had specifically told him to come to him if he needed help.

Now, this woman actually plans to use money to humiliate him?

The man narrowed his eyes and typed the next line coldly: "One hundred million."

Sitting in the ward, Jiang Yian glanced at the ridiculous number on his phone and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Apparently, what he said before about asking her to ask him for help was just a courtesy.

Taking a deep breath, the woman suppressed the sourness in her heart and typed a reply to him: "Then I really can't afford it. You are busy with your business. I will ask Baicheng to accompany me."

Without Mo Beixiao, the husband in the agreement, to help support the situation, it was not impossible for Baicheng to follow her to protect her.

"Let Baicheng accompany you?"

Mo Beixiao frowned: "You go back to your parents' house and take my bodyguard with you?"

"correct."

Jiang Yi'an calmed down and sent a big smile to Mo Beixiao in the dialog box: "Your bodyguard can also represent you."

As long as it can shock Jiang Muming and Ding Fangzhi and make them feel that Mo Beixiao actually cares about her, that's enough.

Sitting in the back seat of the car, Mo Beixiao looked down at the content on his phone. The coldness radiating from his body made Bai Ming, who was sitting in the front driver's seat, unable to even breathe.

After a long while, Bai Ming carefully glanced at the rearview mirror: "Sir, madam, what did she... say?"

Mo Beixiao snorted coldly and threw the phone aside indifferently: "Your cousin is in trouble."

Bai Ming's heart pounded: "Baicheng...did he do something?"

How come the husband and wife can still talk about him when they are chatting?

Mo Beixiao frowned and did not answer his question directly. Instead, he frowned and said, "Send him a message later and ask him to report all of today's itinerary. When and where you want to go, he will be the first to do so." notice me!"

Bai Ming was stunned for a moment: "Sir, what trouble did my cousin... cause?"

Why does a bodyguard need to take care of his schedule?

"nothing."

Mo Beixiao interrupted him, closed his eyes tiredly and leaned on the back seat of the car: "Let's go."

Soon, the car returned to the Mo Group Building.

"Mr. Mo."

As soon as Mo Beixiao came out of the elevator, he was stopped by a man dressed in black.

The man is an executive of the Mo Group, his name is Cheng Ming. He was recently transferred by Mo Beixiao to develop the jewelry company of the Mo Group.

At this time, he was coming up with a lot of design drawings: "You asked me to recruit some distinctive jewelry designers before. I have tried my best to recruit them, but the effect is still not ideal..."

As he spoke, he handed the things in his arms to Mo Beixiao.

Mo Beixiao frowned, walked with his long legs, and quickly flipped through the manuscript handed over by Cheng Ming.

When he turned to the last page, he happened to walk to the trash can in the office.

The man threw the manuscripts directly into the trash can with an expressionless face: "They are all the same. Many designs are almost the same ones I have seen on the market. Only a few details have been changed. Is it called a design?"

Cheng Ming followed him without even daring to breathe: "But Mr. Mo, the current jewelry design industry is like this. There is nothing unique or novel to design."

"Almost all designers make simple modifications on the basis of predecessors and cannot make much innovation."

Mo Beixiao frowned, and the fake necklace on Xu Shanshan's chest that he saw on Haiyu Island appeared inexplicably before his eyes.

He walked to the office chair and sat down, and glanced at Cheng Ming coldly: "Where is the Anita I asked you to contact before?"

Cheng Ming quickly wiped his sweat: "Anita is too famous, and it seems that because the child at home is sick, she cannot concentrate on work and has retired."

"I contacted their studio and the answer was that they didn't know the whereabouts of Anita, so..."

Cheng Ming looked at Mo Beixiao and laughed twice, then walked back to the trash can and took out the design drafts again: "Would you like to take a closer look and pick out a few that can be used?"

Mo Beixiao frowned and snorted: "These things are not as good as the sketch I saw before!"

After saying this, he suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a sketch drawn by Jiang Yi'an in his pocket.

The man frowned and took out the sketch and handed it to Cheng Ming: "Look at this."

Cheng Ming took a look at the final sketch, and his eyes were full of surprise: "Mr. Mo, where did you get this picture?"

"The style of this draft..."

Cheng Ming slapped his head: "Isn't this Master Anita's style?"

"Did you find her?"