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

After putting on the red hijab, Jiang Yi'an followed the housekeeper into Mo's house.

"Ms. Jiang, we're here."

I don't know how long they walked before the butler's respectful voice sounded in my ears: "Although the Jiang family and the Mo family have a marriage contract, marriage is a big deal after all."

"You and your husband will get along and talk with each other first. If you both think it's suitable, it won't be too late to get a marriage certificate."

Jiang Yi'an nodded and said "hmm" very gently and obediently.

But under the hijab, the woman frowned slightly.

Mo Nanze has been in a vegetative state for five years and cannot speak or move. She still wants to get along and communicate with him?

"It's getting late, so I won't interrupt your communication."

The butler dropped this sentence and left in a hurry.

Jiang Yian narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard the butler closing the door.

The butler said not to disturb the communication between the two of you...

Does this mean that she is now in the same room with Mo Nanze?

Thinking of this, Jiang Yi'an quickly took off the red hijab covering his head.

We can talk about marriage later. The most important thing now is to take out Mo Nanze's DNA and compare it with Mianmian and Hanghang's DNA.

But there was no one on the bed in front of him.

Jiang Yi'an frowned.

What about people?

At this time, she heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom not far away, and could vaguely see the light reflected from the frosted glass door.

She walked over with full of doubts.

As soon as I reached the door, the bathroom door was opened directly from the inside.

Jiang Yi'an was startled.

When he came back to his senses, what he noticed was the man's thin and narrow waist.

He was covered in moisture, with only a bath towel hanging around his waist.

The water droplets rolled down from the chest, reached the waist, and finally did not fall under the sexy mermaid line.

Looking up, there are sharp eyebrows and cold eyes that seem to have been carefully carved.

Jiang Yian's brain shut down for a second.

She had seen this face in the Jiang family guest room information before coming here.

He is Mo Nanze's biological brother.

Mo Beixiao, the proud man of heaven who was on the rich list at a young age, admired by everyone in Rongcheng, and decisive in killing, was the president of the Mo Group.

But, didn't she want to marry Mo Nanze?

Why was he sent to Mo Beixiao's room?

Seeing the woman wearing a bright red wedding dress outside the door, the man with exquisite features narrowed his eyes, his eyes like daggers: "Who are you?"

Jiang Yi'an came to his senses.

She quickly turned away, not daring to take another look at her future brother-in-law.

Breathing a sigh of relief, the woman briefly introduced her identity and purpose of visit: "My name is Jiang Yi'an. I am the daughter of the Jiang family. I am here to fulfill my engagement."

"The person I want to marry is your brother Mo Nanze. Maybe the housekeeper made a mistake and brought me to your room."

"I'm really sorry, I'm going out now."

After saying that, she quickly raised her legs and walked towards the door.

"Who told you that the one you want to marry is Mo Nanze?"

A man's low and emotionless voice sounded behind him.

Jiang Yian's hand holding the door handle paused slightly.

She turned around in confusion.

Wasn't it Mo Nanze, the eldest son of the Mo family, who made the engagement with the Jiang family?

"My brother was in a vegetative state five years ago."

Mo Beixiao turned around and sat elegantly on the sofa: "In order not to treat my benefactor's descendants unfairly, the old man arranged for me to marry the daughter of the Jiang family."

The man glanced at Jiang Yi'an indifferently: "You don't know?"

Jiang Yian was stunned for a moment, then frowned and shook his head.

"Well you know now."

Mo Beixiao indifferently picked up the tea cup on the coffee table and took a sip, his eyes slightly cold: "I have not agreed to this marriage at all."

"It must have been the old man's idea to arrange for you to come here dressed like this."

After saying that, he put down the tea cup: "However, since you are here, I will make it clear to Miss Jiang."

"First of all, I have no plans to get married for the time being."

"Secondly, I have a girlfriend and a five-year-old son. If Miss Jiang insists on marrying me, not only will she be prepared to be a stepmother, but she will also be forced to be the third party in our relationship."

"Finally, I hope that the Jiang family will take the initiative to terminate the engagement and I can provide corresponding compensation."

Since the old man insists on fulfilling the engagement, if the Jiang family proposes to terminate the engagement, he will not say anything more.

Jiang Yi'an narrowed his eyes.

Break off the engagement?

Let's not talk about whether Jiang Muming will give up this opportunity to become relatives with the Mo family. If the Jiang family and the Mo family break off their engagement, whether she will have the opportunity to contact Mo Nan again is a question.

After Mo Nanze turned into a vegetative state five years ago, the Mo family protected his information very well. Jiang Yian had tried his best before, but he could only find out his identity and name, and he couldn't even find half a photo.

Thinking of this, she took a deep breath and raised her eyes to look into Mo Beixiao's eyes: "I will not terminate the engagement."

"But don't worry, Second Young Master Mo, I'm not interested in you either."

"I request to marry Mo Nanze, the eldest son of the Mo family, according to the engagement contract."

"I will let my father talk to the elders of the Mo family."

After saying that, the woman strode away.

With a bang, the door closed, and an earring fell from her body onto the carpet.

Mo Beixiao stood up, picked up the earrings, and pinched them gently with his fingers.

The shell of the earring was crushed together with the chip inside.

Looking at the black chip, the man's eyes narrowed dangerously.

She didn't break off the engagement, but said she was not interested in him, and deliberately left a tracker with a listening function in his room...

He has seen this kind of hard-to-get trick a lot.

……

As soon as he came out of Mo Beixiao's room, Jiang Yi'an's cell phone rang.

It was my friend Mi Xiaobei who called: "An'an, it's bad! Mianmian is missing!"

Jiang Yi'an's nerves suddenly became tense: "What's going on?"

"Mianmian was still sleeping when you left, so I went to the balcony to answer the phone."

Mi Xiaobei on the other end of the phone was about to cry: "But as soon as I came back to see her, she disappeared..."

Jiang Yian quickly rushed to the side of the road and hailed a taxi: "I'll go back right away!"

The taxi roared away.

At the same time, on the second floor of Mo's house, Mo Beixiao's cell phone rang.

"gentlemen!"

The servant's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone: "Master Xiaozhou knocked out the maid who brought him medicine and ran out on his own!"

Mo Beixiao narrowed his eyes, and there was a coldness in his eyes: "He can't go far, let me look for him carefully!"

……

On the road outside the back garden of Mo's house.

The five-year-old baby with twin tails was pushing his electric bicycle while looking at the tracking signal on his watch: "Why did it suddenly break?"

Because she was afraid that her mother would be in danger if she ran around, she secretly hid the tracker in her earrings.

She was worried that Mommy still didn't come home at such a late hour, so she came out to look for her.

But why did the signal disappear after being traced here?

At this time, there was a rustling sound in the green belt not far away.

Mianmian subconsciously followed the sound and looked over.

A little boy wearing expensive silk pajamas was tearing open the layers of bushes and climbing out of it in a panic.

The little girl looked at the little figure crawling out of the green belt in surprise, and her voice was soft and waxy: "Are you a thief?"

The little guy who had just climbed out of the bush paused for a moment.

Then, the little guy glanced at her unhappily, and said in a milky voice with displeasure, "I'm running away from home!"

Mianmian pushed the small bicycle and walked over: "Are you the child of this family?"

"I'm looking for my mommy, she should be at your house..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw the face of the little guy in front of her through the light of the street lamp.

Mianmian's eyes widened——

"elder brother!?"

"Why are you here?"