The billionaire dad is the president

The next day, Mo Qin really went for surgery.For this early-stage cancer, there is no need for painful chemotherapy.

He refused the company of Mu Cheng and the others, and stayed alone in the hospital for a period of time. Mo Qin still had to deal with a lot of work every day. He didn't know how long the time had passed, nor how long he could live.

He didn't walk out of the hospital until the doctor said he could be discharged.He is obedient like a walking dead, with almost no emotion.

The life in the hospital can be called dark for him, as soon as he walked out, the too bright sunlight hurt his eyes, almost tears flowed out.

Unlike Ah Xuan, he prefers dark things.So when she shone into his life like a little sun, he

A Rolls-Royce stopped in front of him, the driver got out and opened the door, and Mo Qin got in.

The driver sent the document bag: "Master, this is the information just delivered."

Mo Qin rubbed his brows, put the file bag aside, closed his eyes and began to rest.

The driver wanted to say something, but after a few glances at him, he closed his mouth again.

Every day he brought in the papers, and then sent them out after Mochin had finished processing them.These days, his driver is the same as the nanny, although he feels that nothing has changed in the head, he is still as taciturn and cold as before.But now I vaguely feel that something is different.The whole person was filled with a gloomy atmosphere, which made people want to escape even more than fear.

The car drove all the way back to the villa. Mo Qin got out of the car with a file bag and walked into the yard.

The driver thought about it for a while, and said boldly: "Master, this document is very important, don't you really want to read it?"

Mo Qin kept opening the door and walked into the living room.

Even though the lights were off in the room, it was still bright.Mo Qin sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, from top to bottom, showing no sign of frustration.In other words, at this moment, he didn't show any emotion, and even his eyes seemed to have become like a pool of stagnant water, without any waves.

He took out the document casually but gracefully. When he saw the word A Xuan in it, his pupils shrank suddenly. He changed his casual attitude and quickly took out the document to read it. He shook his hands. He stood up, but because he was too excited, he knocked down the coffee table in front of him.

Regardless of the pain in his leg, he took out his mobile phone and made a call. He asked anxiously, "Where did you get the information? Where is he now?"

When the sun was setting, Mo Qin took a helicopter to a small mountain village. Most of the villagers had just returned home from the farmland and sat down to eat together.When seeing the helicopter in the sky, adults and children all ran out to see what happened, especially the children, pointing at the helicopter and cheering, after all, this kind of thing has only been seen on TV.

The helicopter finally landed on a relatively stable hill, and Mo Qin couldn't wait to inquire about the house where Nan Qi lived before, but it was already empty.

In a room, he saw the red dress that Ah Xuan likes to wear the most, hanging on a wooden hanger in an empty closet.

In such a place, there is not a mouse in the closet.The clothes were covered with a layer of dust, and the color was dull and not as gorgeous as before.

Mo Qin touched the skirt, as if touching the person in his heart.

Have you even thrown away your favorite dress...

When you are unconscious, what are you thinking?Do you think of yourself?

Mo Qin thought bitterly, and carefully took off the long skirt like a treasure, as if he was afraid that it would be damaged if he was not careful.

He held the red dress in his arms, and slowly squatted beside the closet, feeling a sense of despair that he had never felt before.

If it is true that she was unconscious for a long time when she left, as the information obtained said, then now...is she still alive...

If she is alive, she will definitely come to find this red dress, she will come to find her.

He knew she would.

But after so long, even the red dress was covered with a layer of dirt, but she didn't come to find herself.

"Ah Xuan, are you still alive..." He hugged the red skirt, stared at the sky blankly, motionless.

The spiders made webs on the beams, layer by layer, gray and white.It's like a heart entangled in a net, bound by layers and unable to breathe...

That night, Mo Qin just sat like this, leaning against the wardrobe with the red dress in his arms, motionless until the next morning.

When his subordinates knocked on the door, he turned his bloodshot eyes, and suddenly a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Head!!" The person who came was shocked, but saw that the blood from the corner of his mouth was flowing more and more, and even his face turned gray. Slowly, even his eyes were slowly closed, and he became as cold and silent as if he had died!

No matter how much he tried, he couldn't pull away the faded red dress that he was holding in his arms because it had been placed for too long. In the end, he could only carry the skirt and the person onto the helicopter.

He found a nearby hospital to send him in, and he had contacted Mu Cheng on the way. Almost as soon as he was sent to the operating room, Mu Cheng and others rushed over.

It was only after asking that Mo Qin already knew about the things here.

Sure enough, I can't hide it...

Mu Cheng leaned against the wall and smoked, listened to the report from the people below, and suddenly raised his head when he mentioned the dress: "What red dress are you talking about?"

"The dress in Miss Axuan's closet seems to belong to Miss Axuan. After the master went in, he kept holding it. After the accident, we couldn't pull it off no matter what. We had to let the doctor push it into the operating room together."

Mu Cheng shook his finger holding the cigarette, and then took a deep breath.

"Go down, I'm here."

When Mu Cheng was the only one left in the corridor, he quietly waited for Mo Qin to come out without saying a word.

Half an hour later, Mo Qin came out.

Still holding the red dress in his arms, the doctor said helplessly, "Sir, are you the patient's family?"

"Ah."

"The patient is fine now, because he had undergone surgery before, and the temporary shock caused by emotional agitation is no longer life-threatening. He must take a good rest next time, after all, his body is quite weak now."

The doctor left after speaking, and the nurse sent the person to the ward.

Mu Cheng followed and looked at the person on the bed.Then he went out and made a phone call: "Dongchen, do you have any way to make people lose their memory temporarily?"

Dongchen's voice came from the receiver, with a slight smile: "Are you talking about hypnosis? It's possible, but it works for people with weak willpower. I'm afraid it can't be done for people like you."

"What about Mochin?"

"You think he's easier to deal with than you?"

"..."

Dongchen said: "I will try my best and send someone to you tomorrow, but I can't guarantee whether it will be successful or not."

Mu Cheng sighed: "It's good to try."