Uncle President, please advise me for the rest of my life

Yes.

What if you are not used to it?The current Mo Shiqian is no longer the rookie who needed her support to hold down other shareholders.

Today, the strong old lady Mo has to admit that she really underestimated Mo Shiqian.

"Alan, go back."

For a moment, Old Madam Mo shook her head feebly as if all the strength in her body had been drained.

The old house already belonged to someone else, no matter whether it was demolished or rebuilt in the end, she couldn't interfere anymore.

Alan seemed unwilling, looked angrily at the engineering team coming in and out, and nodded gloomily, "Yes."

As soon as Mrs. Mo got into the car, a man wearing a hard hat and a dusty suit suddenly ran over. He didn't look like an ordinary worker.

"Excuse me, old lady, are you the original owner of this place?"

The visitor was friendly and took off his hat respectfully.

The old lady Mo was a little confused about the other party's intentions, and thought for a while, "It's sort of."

Although the property rights of the house are in Mo Shiqian's hands, she has always been the owner of the house in the past few decades.

"Great!"

Hearing this, the man in the suit smiled happily and bowed fiercely, "Thank you for donating such a historic house to us!"

Donate?

Old Madam Mo was stunned, with a trace of doubt on her face, "You said, this place has been donated?"

"Yeah!" The man in the suit smiled and straightened up, slapping his forehead, "Look at me, I forgot to introduce myself!"

He took out a business card and handed it out with both hands: "I am the person in charge of the Municipal Cultural Bureau. Thank you for your enthusiastic donation. Our bureau intends to transform this place into a memorial hall of the last century. Please rest assured that we will only add some booths. It will destroy the original structure of the house!"

Old Madam Mo glanced at the business card with complicated emotions, and was deeply shocked.

"I'm sorry, although my husband left the house, but the property right belongs to my grandson. He auctioned off the house before. I think someone else should donate it to the Cultural Affairs Bureau."

The old lady Mo couldn't believe that it was Mo Shiqian who donated it. That brat didn't care about the meaning of the old house at all. He sold it as soon as he said it. How could he donate it for free?
The man in the suit scratched his head suspiciously, with the same confused expression, "I don't know about this, but if a house with this historical level is to be transferred, it needs to be registered. In my impression, there has been no similar property in recent years. Change. I think it may be because your grandson is afraid that your family will object, so he deliberately said to sell the house."

How can it be?

The old lady Mo was shocked and subconsciously denied the other party's guess.

But in his heart, he was inevitably shaken.

If it was Mo Jiangxuan, Mrs. Mo had 100% confidence that he would never give it away for nothing, but Mo Shiqian...

She never seemed to see that child clearly.

After leaving the old house, Mrs. Mo's turbulent mood still could not be calmed down.

"Alan, help me make an appointment with Mr. Su from the Bureau of Land Management."

Old Madam Mo closed her eyes deeply, and exhaled a foul breath.

Alan's eyes sank, and he said casually: "Madam, do you really think that Master Shi Qian lied to you? But I have investigated before, and there is indeed a sum of house money in Master Shi Qian's account. You Are you overthinking it?"

"Alan." Old Madam Mo raised her eyelids, her cloudy eyes were exceptionally clear, "This is not something you should interrupt, follow my orders."

"Yes..." Alan closed his mouth reluctantly, clenching his fists hidden by his side.

……

Suburban villa.

Mo Jiangxuan hung up the phone, his already gloomy expression became even more gloomy.

Luo Shanshan was wearing heavy makeup, walked over with a slender waist, and smiled sarcastically: "You have been at home all the time, and someone provoked you, you look so ugly."

"Mo Shiqian!" Mo Jiangxuan spat out a name fiercely, picked up the wine glass and drank it down, "Just now someone told me that my mother went to the old house today and heard that the old house was donated to the Cultural Bureau. The old lady thought it was Mo Shiqian who did it, haha, how ridiculous! How could Mo Shiqian, a mercenary, do such a thing in silence?"

If he donated a historic house to the Cultural Bureau, he would definitely take the opportunity to build momentum and increase his leverage.

Mo Shiqian is a smarter businessman than himself, how could he not take advantage of such a good opportunity to hype?
Absolutely false!
Mo Jiangxuan insisted, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "In order to please the old lady, Mo Shiqian really tried his best!"

Luo Shanshan curled her lips, noncommittal, and asked indifferently: "So you are angry here alone, just because of this? You are such a coward, since you are so afraid that Mrs. Mo will be deceived by Mo Shiqian and will no longer favor you, why Aren't you going to be your filial son in front of her?"

Didn't he do this kind of thing very smoothly before?
"Don't worry about it!"

Mo Jiangxuan's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he turned his head quickly, staring at Luo Shanshan, "Speaking of which, you are already pregnant, and you are not at home to take it with you. Where are you going to go dressed like this?"

Luo Shanshan crossed her arms and choked back, "I want you to take care of it? Mo Jiangxuan, I know how my body is doing. I don't need you to meddle in my own business. If you have time to stare at me, why don't you just stare at Li Shuyu?" .That woman is much more dangerous than me."

Fortunately, the idiot Mo Jiangxuan hasn't discovered the fact that she has aborted the child until now, but it won't be long before she hides it. Now she doesn't even dare to wear tight clothes, for fear of being exposed.

When Mo Jiangxuan's last bit of value is drained, she will definitely abandon him without hesitation!

"You and Li Shuyu are just the same."

Mo Jiangxuan sneered, aggressive, "But she's smarter than you, at least she doesn't have any tampering."

Luo Shanshan's eyelids twitched, her expression flustered.

"What, what did you say?!"

"Don't understand? If you don't understand, then I will explain it more clearly." Mo Jiangxuan picked up the phone and clicked on a photo, "I remember you have no friendship with Ai Meilu, right? That woman was teased by Shen Yize before You once asked me to cooperate, but I rejected it, you know, you said she was a fool at that time, why did you contact her without telling me?"

Ai Meilu's family power is abroad, art making is her painstaking effort to develop after returning to China, and she will definitely not let it go if it is lost by the tacit understanding between Mo Shiqian and Shen Yize.

Although the enemy of the enemy is a friend, but that also has to pick people.

In Mo Jiangxuan's eyes, Ai Meilu is no different from Li Shuyu, she is so confused by Shen Yize's male sex fan, she is not even worth using.

"Hehe, we are all women and have some common topics, can't we?"

Luo Shanshan's eyes turned cold, and she gave him a sideways glance.