"Alan, why don't you drink it?" Mo Shoucheng puts down his glass, smiles and urges him to do so. His eyes are sincere and he tries to hide his eagerness.

with a faint smile and a sigh, Wen Lan puts the glass to his mouth and takes a sip. However, his eyes are always watching Mo Shoucheng, as if he is happy or sad.

"Alan, drink this." Mo Shoucheng saw her Adam's apple rolling twice with his own eyes, and gave a smile.

Wen Lan was sad in her heart. She really drank it in one gulp and slowly put down her glass. With a sense of hopelessness in her eyes, she stared at Mo Shoucheng with bright eyes: "ah Cheng, now you can tell me frankly what you want to do?"

No matter what he wants to do to her, she doesn't want to guess any more. Even if he wants to hurt her, she doesn't want to do anything else, she just wants to understand. Confused for so many years, now, she has no way to try to see through her husband.

Mo Shoucheng looked at her empty cup, poured another one for her and filled it with his own, "Alan, what are you thinking about? What can I do to you? Of course, I want to make it up to you for what you have done for me over the years. "

He raised his glass and looked at her with a smile that didn't reach the bottom of his eyes. "Come on, Alan, let's have another drink."

Perhaps it was too hard in her heart, or the warmth that her husband rarely saw over the years, which made her feel a little trance, as if she had returned to her youth. Wen Lan's cheek turned red gradually, nodded with a smile, clinked a cup with him and drank it all.

No matter what Mo Shoucheng wants to do to her in the end, the worst result is to divorce her. In this case, let's get together.

With this idea, Wenlan no longer thinks about the purpose of Mo Shoucheng and is so attentive to her. Under Mo Shoucheng's good advice, Wen Lan drank one cup after another.

She has a limited amount of wine, half a bottle of red wine has not been drunk, people have dizzy up, holding the forehead can not hold the hand of the glass, the glass fell, half a glass of wine poured out, blood red white wool carpet, particularly dazzling.

"Ah Cheng, I, I can't drink any more." Wen Lan propped up the table, her cheeks flushed, but she looked at Mo Shoucheng, her eyes blinking.

Wen Lan's drinking capacity, Mo Shoucheng knows, glanced at the empty half of the bottle, and then looked at Wen Lan again, the warmth on his face, inch by inch scattered.

"Don't blame me, Wenlan." Mo Shou became a cold voice, and his face finally sank.

"Strange You? Oh, ah Yes, I've never Blame you Never... " Wen Lan Mou Guang Huan San, is obviously really drunk, still has the last point sober.

"That's good. After all, husband and wife have a fight." Mo Shou Cheng Yin smile, satisfied with holding Wenlan's hand, "you go there, or find a good family reincarnation, lest continue to hinder our family reunion, this is why."

"Well "The edge?" Wenlan holding the forehead, as if did not hear clearly, efforts to open his eyes to see him, want to see clearly. But only see the shadow overlap, how also can't see clearly.

"Ah Cheng, you What are you talking about? "

Mo Shoucheng, with a cold face, slowly took back his hand, "Wenlan, don't blame me for being cruel. It's you who have made our family unable to get together for so many years. You can take it as a good thing and help us."

"Ah Cheng, you What did you say? " Wen Lan looks at Mo Shoucheng intoxicated, some can't hold it, slowly lying on the wine table, eyes blurred, only the warm and romantic candlelight of the room gently jumping, some dazzling.

Wenlan couldn't help but smile. A voice seemed to ring in her ear, so far away, but so true.

"Miss Wenlan, I will love you all my life. Will you marry me?"

She thought back to that year, when Mo Shoucheng proposed to her, she murmured deliciously.

Mo Shoucheng looked at her coldly, with cold eyes and no temperature. Making sure she was drunk, he picked up a candle and lit up his horrible face. He went to the French window and drew the candle close to the curtain.

Whistling, a corner of the curtain is full of fire, gradually spreading upward, and it will soon burn into momentum.

Mo Shoucheng quickly steps back and throws the candle on the ground. At last, he looks at Wen Lan, who is so drunk that he can't recognize clearly. He laughs bitterly and heartlessly. This will be an accident. Who knows that Wen Lan accidentally bumps the candle and causes a fire when he is drunk.

"Alan, I'll see you next life." Mo Shoucheng was pleased with the success of the plot. The fire gradually became bigger and the smoke began to disperse. It was a little pungent. He changed his face slightly, excited and a little afraid.

Mo Shoucheng quickly walked towards the door of the room. This hotel is an industry of Mo's group. As the chairman of the group, he took this opportunity to hold a meeting for the employees. Later, he found that his wife was drunk and caused a fire.

Such a plan is perfect, and no one will doubt him.

Mo Shoucheng snorted coldly, for his wife, there is no half not give up and nostalgia. Only the pleasure of revenge flooded him.

He opened the door of the room and walked out without looking back.

"Dad."A cold voice almost like ice sounded in my ear.

Mo Shoucheng walked out of the room and just brought the door with him. Suddenly he heard such a sound. His whole body was shocked and he suddenly turned around to look at it.

"Zi, Zi Han." His face was as white as snow. He clenched his fist and stared at Mo Zihan nervously. His forehead was blue.

"Mom." Mozi's face was livid. Seeing him walk out of the room alone, he clenched his fist and stared at him.

Mo Shoucheng's heart was beating violently, his nerves were tense, and his face was so white that he was scared. In any case, he couldn't let Mo Zihan find something wrong.

He suddenly stepped back and happened to block the door. His heart beat like a drum, but he just squeezed out a smile. "Your mother is a little uncomfortable and is resting in the room."

Mozi's cold eyes were as cold as ice. He looked at him deeply, with some exploration and hostility.

At the moment, he didn't realize how crazy Mo Shoucheng would be to his mother.

Without waiting for him to come out, Mo Shoucheng reached out and took the initiative to take his shoulder. With a little strength, he seemed to want to be close, but in fact he wanted to stop it. Dry smile strong pretend calm look at him: "son cold, how are you here?"

"Socializing." Mozi coldly, casually pulled an excuse, looked behind him and motioned: "is mom uncomfortable? I'll go in and see her

"Zi Han." Mo Shoucheng turned and clasped his shoulder, his face changed dramatically, "you Your mother doesn't feel well. Let her have a good rest. Don't disturb her. "

Mozi Han forced to open his hand, attitude insisted: "I want to go in to see mom."

"Zi Han." Mo Shoucheng stopped in front of the door and did not move. He pretended to be calm and put on a strong look. "I told you not to disturb her. Did you even listen to my father?"

The panic in his eyes made Mozi suspicious and nervous.

"What did you do to my mother?" Mo Zi Han stares at him, suddenly angry: "get out of the way!"

"Son of a bitch!" Mo Shoucheng growled, "what are you talking about? I..."

Mozihan is worried about Wenlan and doesn't want to talk to him any more. He doesn't care about his father and son. He clasps mozuchucheng's shoulder and pushes him away. Mozucheng doesn't know that mozihan dares to fight him and he makes him stagger.

"Asshole, you dare to fight me." Mo Shou's preconceived idea made him do it. He was so angry that he immediately punched him.

Mozi Han had already grasped the door handle. Seeing this, he didn't dodge. Shengsheng was hit by the blow. The sound of his fist entering the flesh rang out. Mozi Han snorted. He looked at mozhou Cheng with red eyes. Mozhou Cheng was stunned.

"Chairman."

The conflict between father and son has alarmed the staff of the hotel. Before Mo Shoucheng came, he proposed to inspect the work and ordered the senior manager to call most of the staff of the hotel to the meeting room to wait.

The appointed time for the meeting has passed, but the chairman himself can't wait for a long time. The staff can't help but come to him. However, they are shocked to see the scene of the conflict between Mohist father and son. They stare at each other in the same place and don't know what to do.

Father and son gasped violently, gasping. It seemed that there was a strange smell in the air, similar to the smell of burning.

Mozi's face changed greatly, and he could not care more about Mo Shoucheng. He pushed open the heavy solid wood gate, and the smoke poured out in an instant, mingled with the light of fire.

"On fire -"

the time solidified for three seconds, and the staff of the hotel were afraid to change color and hissed.

When Mo Shoucheng saw someone coming, he was already scared out of his mind. Rao Shi was cold-blooded and ruthless again, and his plan was disrupted by others. The plot could not succeed, and he could not help but panic.

He specially called a meeting for most of the hotel staff to support them and ensure that no one would find the fire in time. Unexpectedly, he met Mozi Han and pestered him.

"Call the police quickly, call the police quickly -"

the hotel staff are in a hurry.

Mozi Han choked twice, regardless of the smoke choking nose, quickly rushed in, heavy curtains all burning, has begun to spread to the room, Mozi Han immediately found drunk Wenlan, fortunately the fire has not burned.

"Mom, wake up, wake up." Mozi was so angry that he tried to shake her and wake her up.

Wenlan had no reaction at all. Seeing the fire getting bigger and bigger, Mozi gritted his teeth and was ready to take Wenlan away.

"Quick, quick to put out the fire --" when he was on the verge of success, Mo Shoucheng was extremely angry, unwilling, but somewhat afraid. He pretended to shout a few times, realized something, and then hissed: "save people - there are still people in it --"

after a cold action, Mo Shoucheng looked extremely cold. Then he remembered that he still had something important to take.

He bent down, touched twice under the wine table where Wenlan was lying, and got something. Then he picked up Wenlan and strode out.

"Zihan, your mother, is she OK?" Mo Shoucheng was so surprised that he pretended to be calm and asked him.

Mozi's cold eyes show to crack, his eyes spit fire: "you'd better pray that my mother is OK."

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