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Mo Yancheng's paper plan was stolen and his computer was smashed.

When he saw that the competing company proudly came up with a plan that was almost identical to the main content of the stolen plan from Mo Yancheng, Mo He sighed and said to the person in charge: "Sorry, there is something wrong with our plan. One competition, we give up."

Back at the hotel, after packing his luggage, Mo He knocked on the door of Mo Yancheng's room, but no one answered for a long time. He took out his cell phone and dialed Mo Yancheng's cell phone number, when he heard a familiar ringing sound behind him.

"Ahe, are you leaving?" Mo Yancheng stepped forward and opened the door, "I have already packed my things, so I can leave now."

"Where did you go just now?" Mo He asked, leaning against the door frame without following into the room.

Mo Yancheng picked up the satchel, walked over and smoothly carried the bag from Mo He's hand to the other hand, and said to him with a mysterious smile: "You will know when you return to the country, just wait and see the good show." .”

Mo Yancheng remained mysterious, so Mo He didn't ask any further questions.

This accident led to the loss of a good business opportunity and caused huge losses to MO Company. Although Mo He was not at fault as the main person in charge, he took all the responsibilities and worked overtime under the criticism of the company's leadership. Recover this loss as much as possible from other aspects.

Thinking that tomorrow is Saturday, Mo He hastened to deal with the affairs at hand. He planned to go home to see his mother and younger brother, and take a good rest at home for two days. Recently, he has pushed himself too hard, and his appetite has dropped. In addition, Mo Yancheng was looking for trouble from time to time, which disturbed him and made him sleep uncomfortable. He went home for two days to recuperate, and then he would have the energy to face the next thing.

As soon as he opened the door of the office, he bumped into Mo Yancheng head-on.

"Ahe, leave work on time today?" Mo Yancheng was a little surprised.

Mo He nodded, glanced at the watch on his wrist, walked past Mo Yancheng, and said, "Well, I plan to go home and spend two days with my mother."

Mo Yancheng was taken aback, and hurried into the office, took his bag, and hurriedly followed: "Ahe, I forgot in a hurry, my dad asked you to come to my house for dinner today."

"Mr. Mo asked me to go to your house for dinner?" Mo He stopped, turned his head and looked at Mo Yancheng with half-raised eyebrows.

Mo Yancheng zipped up his bag and said, "It's back to Mo's house, not my small apartment."

"No," Mo He refused, and stepped into the elevator, "I'll call Boss Mo later to make amends, you can go back by yourself."

Mo Yancheng stepped into the elevator immediately, and pressed the door closing button, saying: "Don't, Ah He, there will be a big show today, you must attend. And my dad repeatedly emphasized that I will take you there, if you don't go I will It's very difficult."

"What big show?" Mo He asked absent-mindedly as the elevator descended, staring at the ever-changing numbers.

"Hey," Mo Yancheng grinned, "Annual bitter drama."

"I've never been interested in this kind of family ethics drama on the eight o'clock prime time, just enjoy yourself." The elevator door opened, and Mo He was about to walk out, but Mo Yancheng pulled him back to the elevator, and broke away. His hand, looking at him impatiently, "Why, you still want to tie me up?"

Mo Yancheng raised his eyes to look at the camera on the elevator, took Mo He's hand again, and pulled him all the way to the parking lot. Mo He couldn't match his strength, and couldn't open his hand no matter what, he was a little annoyed, thinking to himself Waiting for some time to be free, you must exercise more, it is really impossible to be crushed by Mo Yancheng like this.

He opened the car door, pushed Mo He into the co-pilot, pulled the safety belt and fastened it on him, and then Mo Yancheng said: "I really intend to tie you up."

"You!" Mo He glared at him viciously, "When will you get rid of your scumbag? Still be yourself?"

Mo Yancheng gave him a heavy "boo" on his forehead, and said cheerfully: "I'll just point at this bastard and angrily rely on you, so I can go wherever I can."

In the end, he still couldn't win Mo Yancheng, and Mo He followed him all the way back to Mo's house with a sullen face.

"Ah He is here?" Mo Chengcheng's thick voice came as soon as he stepped through the door.

Mo He calmed down his irritability, raised his head and smiled slightly at Mo Chengcheng and Nan Mei who were walking down the stairs, and said, "Uncle Mo, Aunt Nan."

Nan Mei nodded to him, smiled, looked him up and down, and said, "Is Ah He too tired from work recently? I haven't seen you for more than a month. Why do you feel that you have lost so much weight?"

"Aunt Nan, you always say this every time you see me, work is fine, and I'm not thin." Mo He laughed.

"Really? Hehe, Aunt Nan just doesn't want you to be too tired." Nan Mei said, holding Mo He's hand and walking to the restaurant, "By the way, that child Wen Tao..."

Seeing Nan Mei and Mo He went to the restaurant, Mo Yancheng walked up to Mo Chengcheng, took out a small thing from his pocket, handed it to Mo Chengcheng, and said, "Dad, there is something I have to tell you .”

"Huh? What is this?" Mo Chengcheng took it, pinched it on his fingertips, squinted his eyes and looked carefully, "U disk?"

"Yes, I think Dad should take a look at the contents inside." Mo Yancheng said with a serious expression.

Seeing Mo Yancheng's expression, Mo Chengcheng faintly felt that the matter was not simple, he pondered for a while, then turned to the study: "Go, let me take a look before dinner is served."

When Mo Wentao came back, he immediately noticed that something was wrong. Everyone sitting at the dining table was silent. What surprised him was that not only Mo Yancheng appeared, but even Mohe. It was ominous. The premonition climbed from the soles of my feet to my heart.

Hearing the noise, everyone's eyes focused on Mo Wentao, Mo Chengcheng's eyes seemed to be able to spew out flames, Nan Mei seemed hesitant to speak, his younger sister Mo Xiaosheng remained silent, and Mo Yancheng was silent. His face was full of banter, while Mo He's face was calm. Seeing these different expressions, Mo Wentao was inexplicably terrified.

"What... what's the matter?" Mo Wentao resisted the urge to turn his head and run away, and asked hesitantly, thinking about some disaster that he was caught again.

With a "bang", Mo Chengcheng slammed the table down and shouted angrily: "You son of a bitch, get out of here!"

Nan Mei quickly stood up, walked behind Mo Chengcheng, gently followed his back, and said, "Honey, don't be angry, just talk about it."

"Dad...I...what...what's wrong with me?" Mo Wentao saw that Mo Chengcheng's face turned green and pale with anger, and his words instantly became awkward.

"What's wrong? Think for yourself what stupid thing you did!" Mo Chengcheng picked up the teacup on the table and threw it over.

Mo Wentao was hit right on the ground, his shirt was wet in an instant, he hurriedly caught the cup, looked at Nan Mei, confused: "I... what did I do?"

"What are you doing? Come here and see for yourself! Sinister!" Mo Chengcheng yelled again, pointing at the laptop in front of him.

Mo Wentao was stunned, and walked slowly to Mo Chengcheng's side, his eyes widened when he saw the computer screen, and he stammered, "This... this... I... "

Mo Chengcheng slapped him hard, poked his forehead through gritted teeth, and said, "Collude with competing companies, steal internal plans, sell company secrets, isn't your mind full of shit? Do you know that?" How much damage did your stupidity cause to the company? Leaving aside the money, do you know how difficult it is to recover lost reputation?!"

Mo Wentao was still staring blankly at the computer. There was a silent video, shot by a surveillance camera. He sneaked into Mo Yancheng's room when he was in country J, and took a file folder.The screen changes, the location is a hotel restaurant, and it can be clearly seen that Mo Wentao handed over the document to a man, and this man is the representative of a competing company. The key is that the name of Mo Yancheng's plan is impressively printed on the document.

With the facts before his eyes, Mo Wentao had nothing to say.

"Wen Tao, why...why did you do this?" Nan Mei asked with a long sigh.

"Mom, I... I'm sorry." Mo Wentao lowered his head and said in a deep voice.

"Why?" Mo Chengcheng snorted coldly, "It's purely because of his self-esteem. Seeing that Ah He refuted him but chose Yancheng's plan, he felt uncomfortable and narrow-minded. People! Fools!"

Mo Wentao was kicked to the ground, glared at Mo Yancheng angrily, got up, pointed at Mo Yancheng and shouted: "That's right! I just can't stand this little bastard stepping on my head and getting scared! At worst, let's finish playing together! "

"You!" Mo Chengcheng was so angry that he couldn't speak, took a few breaths, walked in front of him, picked up the bowl and chopsticks and threw them at Mo Wentao vigorously, splashing soup all over him.

Mo Wentao was so embarrassed, he gritted his teeth, and finally couldn't help but pushed Mo Chengcheng away, and shouted violently: "It's almost done! In front of so many people, there is no end!"

"Oh, I have made a mistake and don't know how to repent, my neck is really stiff." Mo Yancheng said coolly.

Seeing that he didn't think it was a serious matter, Mo He quickly stopped him: "Yancheng, stop talking."

Nan Mei was already in a state of desperation. Hearing what Mo Yancheng said, she was instantly ignited. She completely forgot that Mo He was there, so she rushed up and slapped Mo Yancheng without saying a word: "It's all over, and I still have to dig it out to let it go." The family is not at peace, what kind of heart do you have?!"

Mo He was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly stepped forward and pulled Mo Yancheng behind him, frowned at Nan Mei, suppressed his dissatisfaction, and said, "Aunt Nan, your slap is a little too much."

Mo Xiaosheng sprang up from the chair, ran to Mo Yancheng's side in two or three steps, touched his face on tiptoe, and said eagerly: "Brother Yancheng, you..."

Mo Yancheng smiled at her: "I'm fine, Xiao Sheng doesn't need to worry."

But Mo Xiaosheng's face changed, and suddenly he closed his eyes and slumped down.

Mo Yancheng's heart tightened, and he hurriedly hugged her.

"Xiao Sheng!" Nan Mei screamed.

Everyone's attention was focused in an instant, Mo Chengcheng quickly ran over, Mo Wentao was completely stunned, and Mo He immediately dialed the emergency number.

The ambulance arrived soon and sent Mo Xiaosheng to the emergency room.

"Leukemia," the doctor came out and announced to everyone, "I haven't found a suitable bone marrow yet. I suggest immediate family members get a sample and match first."

Upon hearing the news, Mo Chengcheng and Nan Mei's faces turned pale immediately, Mo Chengcheng reacted and nodded quickly: "Okay, let's take a sample first, maybe our bone marrow is worthy."

Mo Wentao, who was at the side, had a strange expression on his face. When the nurse came to take them to take samples, he suddenly said, "No, I...I won't take samples..."

Seeing that he was about to run, Mo Yancheng quickly grabbed him and said angrily, "Your sister is seriously ill, and you don't even want to smoke some bone marrow? Do you have any humanity!"

Mo Wentao couldn't break away from Mo Yancheng's hand, he looked at Nan Mei begging for help, and begged, "Mom, I...I...I'm afraid of pain."

Nan Mei wiped away her tears, and said softly, "Wen Tao, your sister is in more pain now, so take a sample first, hoping to match."

"No! I don't want it!" Mo Wentao struggled violently.

"Ahe, control this bastard!" Mo Chengcheng roared angrily.

Mo He was puzzled, and was also angered by Mo Wentao's ruthlessness, so he helped Mo Yancheng restrain him, and pushed him into the sampling room.

The matching results came out very quickly, Mo Wentao glanced at the report, and collapsed to the ground.