Dressed As the Younger Brother of Four Pet Sisters and Crazy Demons

Mo Wanggui looked around the meeting room, and his gaze finally fell on the subordinate who was reporting to work.

"Finished?"

The subordinate nodded in trepidation: "It's over."

"Oh, I didn't hear that, let's talk about it again."

Mo Wanggui put his phone upside down on the table, crossed his legs, put his hands behind his head, and stared at his subordinates, as if he would screw your brain out if he couldn't say it.

The subordinates were trembling, reorganized the language and reported the work again.

During the whole process, the meeting room was so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be clearly heard.

Mo Wanggui stared at the desktop, his thoughts drifted away again...

He had been "dead" for a month, and the little bastard only sent him a message now. Fortunately, he was afraid that he would feel guilty and deliberately sweared at him, but he didn't expect that the other party didn't care at all. This month was more wasteful than anyone else.

Thinking of the interview with the SOG team two days ago, he sneered.

Have time to accept interviews, flirt with the brat of the Jiang family, but don't have time to send him a message?

When the subordinate heard his sneer, his heart tightened, he forgot all the organized words, his brain was muddled, and he stuttered:

"...After a month of turmoil, the company, the company's financial situation and stock... stock market..."

"You can't speak human words, so why do you come to work?"

Mo Wanggui slammed the documents on his desk.

"Get out of here, old man."

The originally gloomy mood was covered with a layer of rain, and his whole body sank.

When everyone left, the assistant was still standing beside Mo Wanggui without moving.

Mo Wang didn't look back and said, "You go out too."

The assistant bit the bullet and reported: "Mr. Mo, according to the spies, the young master has returned to China."

"So?"

Mo Wanggui's expression darkened even more, and his cold eyes shot at him.

"I'll say it again for the last time, don't be self-righteous, think that you understand me well."

The assistant bowed his head: "The subordinates dare not."

"Go out."

Mo Wanggui sat at the main seat and spoke.

"The afternoon operation has been deployed."

The assistant saluted, pushed the door open and walked out of the conference room. Before leaving, he thoughtfully closed the door again for him.

When the conference room fell into silence again, Mo Wanggui glanced sideways at the screen.

"No wonder I suddenly thought of me as a dead person. It turned out that I was done with work."

What a heartless bastard.

...

Li Qinian waited for a long time, but the other party didn't reply, so she went back to the training room and turned on her exclusive computer.

It is now 11:30 Beijing time. According to the seven-hour time difference in the UK, it is 4:30 p.m. for Mo Wanggui.

"If you don't reply to messages in broad daylight, then you don't want to reply."

Li Qinian wrinkled his nose, "A big man, why are you so narrow-minded?"

Her movements were crackling, and after a while, a sequence of garbled characters was displayed on the screen. She didn't stop moving, and after half an hour, a small red dot finally appeared on the screen.

Tsk.

It seems that the location given by Brother Shen is correct.

When she saw where Mo Wanggui was, she raised her eyebrows in surprise.

This location is only two streets away from the Earl's Mansion, and it takes fifteen minutes to walk there, and even three minutes to drive. After provoking the Earl in public, he dared to return and live next door to the Earl. long?

Mo Wanggui's temporary hiding place is in a high-rise office building, which is full of white-collar workers who commute to and from get off work on time, and there is a huge flow of people every day.