"Mark, Why are you stopping me?" In the villa in San Francisco, Poppi was about to go into the study to check the computer, but Mark stood in front of the door and said anxiously to her, "Mrs. Mo, I'm not stopping you! However The Internet is in poor condition in the villa recently, so we can't search it online! "

Poppi pressed her lips, "Mark, do you think I will believe your words? Such a lame excuse was not convincing at all! Even if what you said is true, we can have it repaired now. I don't believe the Internet will always be bad! "

Embarrassed, Mark sighed, "Mrs. Mo, before Mr. Mo left, he told me to take care of you, but now There was really nothing happening! Poppi! Don't try to find out what happened. Since Mr. Mo has hidden it from you, it means that he will solve the matter well. You don't need to worry about it, okay? Knowing it will only increase your trouble! "

"That means..." Poppi choked with sobs all of a sudden, and her eyes were even more flustered. "Is there really something happening?" Why did Malcolm go back? Why did they keep it from her? She hated this feeling. She didn't want to be concealed, and she didn't want to cause trouble for others because of her She wanted to solve the problem with Malcolm.

Dumbfounded, Mark stomped his feet and sighed. He was annoyed at himself for not being able to organize his words. "I mean..."

"Mark, I know. Malcolm and you are doing this for my good." Poppi interrupted Mark. "But now that I know something has happened, I won't sit still and wait for death. I'll be more eager to know what it is. I'll try my best to find it out. Even if you don't let me in, I'll have a way to find out. So, Mark, let's back to each other. I just want to know why Malcolm would go back. Even if I know, I won't tell him. We can hide it from Malcolm and make him think that I know nothing about it. What do you think? "

Mark hesitated, but he still stood in front of the door.

"Mark, let Poppi in!" Just then, Jared came up to them and said, "don't worry. Poppi is not the flower in the greenhouse. She needs to learn to face everything by herself. She needs a strong heart to solve a lot of things on her own, instead of standing behind Malcolm and being protected passively."

"But..." Mark can't help but get excited, "Those news are very annoying! They are discrediting Poppi! "

"It doesn't matter." Poppi's heart sank, but she didn't show any emotional fluctuation on her face. "Anyway, I have seen the great power of the social public opinion and I have been engaged in this field. No matter what news I read, it doesn't matter."

"I still don't think so. I..."

But before Mark could finish his words, Jared had already pulled Mark away from the door of the study. After composing herself, Poppi opened the door and walked into the study, ignoring what Mark had said. Poppi walked into the place where Malcolm worked for months.

At one o'clock in the mor

n.

Malcolm smiled sadly, "you must have been blinded. The hurt I brought to Poppi is not less than what you envied."

Hearing that, Cora lowered her head all of a sudden. The clothes on her chest were a bit messy, while tears were quietly connected. One after another, they fell to the ground.

"Cora, you should work hard to become someone that others envy. Oh, by the way, Poppi said she envied your kung fu. " Before heclimbed up the stairs, Malcolm said the last sentence.

In the San Francisco villa.

Poppi had been sitting quietly in the study for several hours and her body was stiff. She kept a posture without moving. Those dirty and hurtful words on the screen pierced her heart like a sharp sword. She didn't expect things to develop like this! She had already gone to the other side of the continent, but why did they still keep finding fault with her? Celine She would marry Malcolm?

Knock, knock, knock

"Mrs. Mo, your phone is ringing. It is Mr. Mo.. Do you want to answer it? For you? " Mark's voice came from outside the door. Hearing this, Poppi nodded and Mark opened the door. Then he gave the phone to Poppi.

She slid the green button and answered it. "Hello?"

"How is it going? have you had lunch It's almost noon over there, isn't it? " Malcolm stared at the ceiling and asked, lying on the bed which Malcolm and Poppi had slept together.

"Almost. I'm making lunch!" Poppi took up the mouse and closed the pages one by one. She couldn't focus.

"I see. You should go now. Don't starve yourself and the baby."

Malcolm's voice seemed to be a little flattering. Poppi lightly replied and asked, "how are things going with you in the company?"

"I'm fine. I don't have time today. I've made a rough plan and I'll solve it tomorrow. I'll be back in five days. Wait for me."

"Yes." Poppi answered and stood up, catching a glimpse of the documents piled on her left hand with the words "Wind International Group".