President, Madam is the Bai Yueguang you are looking for!

"What's going on?" Wang Mo'er felt that Mu Yixing was weird and always said things that made her confused.

"The matter of the divorce agreement."

"Mr. Mu, you called me just to ask me to get a divorce?"

"Correct."

Wang Moer: "..."

I just replaced my mobile phone, but why is there no sound again?

Mu Yixing asked: "Do you have time to go through the divorce procedures today?"

"Mr. Mu, I know you are very concerned about when I can go to work." Wang Moer took a deep breath, the two hundred thousand is not easy to get: "Today is my last day at work, and I can report to you tomorrow. In addition, , I discussed the divorce with Gu Xuying last time, but he has not agreed yet. I will let you know if there is any progress, okay?"

"Okay, I get it now."

Wang Moer hung up the phone with a professional fake smile on her face.

This CEO is so gossipy and presses me about my divorce four times a day. Does that mean he doesn’t want to divorce?

"Is Dr. Wang busy?" Zhang Lei opened the door of the consulting room and asked.

Wang Moer: "I just finished my work and am going to eat. What can I do for Dr. Zhang?"

"Do you have an appointment tonight?" Zhang Lei was a little embarrassed: "We discussed it tonight. Doctor Wang, you are leaving your job. We want the entire department to have a meal together to see you off."

"Okay, I have nothing to do tonight."

These colleagues usually take good care of themselves, and Wang Moer likes the working atmosphere here very much.

Xie Ke just arrived at the company and saw no smiles on everyone's faces. He went back to the hospital without going in, and was lying on the hospital bed sending a message to Gu Xuying.

"Xu Ying, my calf is really hurting recently. When you're done, come to the hospital to stay with me."

When Gu Xuying came to the hospital, she only saw Xie Ke sleeping on the bed.

Wrapped in quilt, his face was pale, his calf was covered with medicine, and he fell asleep with a frown on his face.

Gu Xuying closed the door of the ward and came to the doctor's office.

"Doctor, can the scar on her leg be removed?"

The doctor replied: "The knife wound on her leg was too long. The only way to remove it is surgery. The scar is not very big, so there is no need for surgery."

"Knife wound?" Gu Xuying was a little confused: "The wound on her leg was not a knife wound, but was caused by the falling wooden board."

The doctor was silent for a while and said: "Maybe, the scar is not serious. My suggestion is to leave that scar alone."

In the Sichuan restaurant, Zhang Lei raised his wine glass: "Let us wish Dr. Wang Moer better and better in the future."

Wang Moer responded with a smile and drank the beer in front of him in one gulp.

"Dr. Wang, why did you suddenly leave your job? I've never heard of you before."

"It's also a matter of temporary decision." Wang Mo'er replied calmly: "There happens to be a better job."

Zhang Lei asked curiously: "Which hospital will you work in the future? It's normal for you to be such a good doctor that someone comes to recruit you."

Wang Moer shook his head: "I'm not working in a hospital, I'm working as a personal doctor for others."

Everyone is curious as to which big boss would hire a personal doctor who is a Chinese medicine practitioner. This kind of thing is still rare.

"The boss's information must be kept confidential, otherwise he will lose his job before starting work."

"However." Wang Moer drank too much and became bolder: "My boss is not in good health. Maybe I will come back to work in a few years."

Everyone understood that he was an old man who was not going to die soon. No wonder he wanted to seek help from traditional Chinese medicine. There was probably nothing Western medicine could do for him.

"Mo'er, let me toast you. You should hang out with us more often when you have time in the future." Zhang Lei poured another glass of wine for Wang Mo'er, his eyes twinkling.

By the time it was over, Wang Mo'er was already a little dizzy from drinking. Zhang Lei wanted to take her home but was rejected. He couldn't help but call a taxi for Wang Mo'er.

After getting off the car, Wang Moer stood downstairs and supported the wall to relax.

The next second, a black hood was placed directly on Wang Mo'er's head. Wang Mo'er only smelled it and fainted the next second.

Mu Yixing called Wang Moer three times but didn't answer, so he called Wei Ze instead.

"Check where Wang Mo'er is. If you find her, ask her to come to the villa and tell her that I'm not feeling well."

"Boss, do you know what time it is? It's late at night and if you don't go to bed, others will go to bed."

"Ok?"

"I was wrong, I'm going to check now."

Wei Ze got up from the bed, and the woman next to him was still sleeping soundly.

He skillfully took out his computer and started to hack into various systems to check the surveillance. As soon as he opened the surveillance downstairs of Wang Moer's rental house and took a look, Wei Ze was so frightened that he got up and rushed to Mu Yixing's villa.

"Boss, boss, Wang Mo'er was arrested. He was taken away by a white van ten minutes ago."

Mu Yixing was horribly silent after hanging up the phone, his dark pupils exuding a cold aura, and he stood up with the help of his wheelchair.

He walked to the safe, took out another mobile phone, and dialed the number with the note "3".

"On the 3rd, gather the troops and gather at the gate of Sixin Park in ten minutes."

Ten minutes later, a large group of people rushed from Sixin Park towards the place where Wei Ze was last tracked.

No. 3 sat next to Mu Yixing, with no expression on his face.

"Boss, do we need to deal with everything this time?"

"Don't deal with it yet."

It's not the time to stop now, it's not the right time to make such a big noise.

Wang Moer woke up again and found herself in a room with nothing in it, only four white walls.

His hands and feet were tied and he couldn't move.

After a while, several people came and began to move various photography equipment into the room.

Wang Mo'er had an ominous premonition in her heart, but these people ignored her at all. Wang Mo'er didn't dare to speak easily, so she could only observe what they were going to do.

After a while they put everything away and went out. Several strong men came in and stood motionless on the edge.

Wang Mo'er looked at the few people who pretended to be weak and said: "Brothers, what's the matter with calling me here?"

One of the men said viciously: "Think about it for yourself if you have offended anyone recently!"

No matter who he offended, Xie Ke would still be Wang Zhirou, but he wouldn't tie himself to this place.

"Is the person who invited you here named Jie?" Wang Moer said the person he doubted the most.

The man sneered: "No. It seems that you have offended a lot of people."

"Is that surname Wang?"

"No, you have to guess." The man looked at Wang Moer's harmless and extremely cute face, and a protective desire arose in his heart, but he suppressed it forcibly. He had accepted other people's money: "I won't I’m telling you, don’t talk to me again.”

If you say a few more words, you might be tempted to save someone.

It's not Xie Ke or Wang Zhirou. Who else has she offended? It can't be Chen Ziyuan who wants to take revenge for her daughter.

Just when Wang Mo'er was puzzled, the door was opened again. Looking at the person who appeared in front of him, Wang Mo'er's eyes widened.

How could it be her?