Chapter 620: Provocation

Fujiwara Sakurako was very proud: "Of course, without our family, there would be no Oona now. Logically speaking, half of this Prime Minister's residence should belong to us."

The power of the chaebols in Country A is terrifyingly enormous.

They walked along the city wall and came to the door of a mansion.

Qiao Qingci looked disappointed: "So your home is in such a remote place."

Fujiwara Sakurako was getting angry again. "They can live in the center only because of that surname. So what if it's a remote location? Don't they still rely on our power?"

Qiao Qingci nodded, "That's true."

Fujiwara Sakurako curled her lips and got out of the car.

This is a Roman-style design, which looks dignified and grand. There is an even more unique world inside. The calligraphy and paintings that can be seen everywhere are all treasures. The design of this mansion alone must have cost hundreds of millions.

If we only rely on the Prime Minister's family, we may not be able to build such a luxurious and grand mansion.

"See, this mansion was designed by an internationally renowned architect, and countless efforts have gone into every detail of it. I spent more money on my mansion than Oona did." Fujiwara Sakurako turned up her nose.

"That's impossible. She is a princess after all." Qiao Qingci was a little surprised.

"If you don't believe me, I'll take you to see it!" Fujiwara Sakurako walked out.

They went around the garden and crossed some streets until they finally arrived at Oona's house.

It looks like a grand Western-style building, but it does not have too many luxurious decorations.

"See, the cost of her house is not as much as mine." Fujiwara Sakurako moved her hands to her chest, her eyes full of pride.

"That's just appearance. She's a princess after all. Her house should be beautiful inside."

"You're such a vulgar person! Do you really think being a princess is so great?" Fujiwara Sakurako scoffed, but she didn't have the courage to go in directly. "Forget it, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you. You can die without regrets if you can see this before you die."

As Fujiwara Sakurako was talking, he suddenly felt a little sleepy. He yawned, sat on the ground and suddenly lost consciousness.

The two bodyguards were also a little sleepy and let go of Qiao Qingci's hand.

Qiao Qingci put the bodyguard and Fujiwara Sakurako together.

It seems that Jiang Xiaoyu's sachet is quite effective.

"Then you should have a good sleep."

After Qiao Qingci finished speaking, he quickly climbed up to the second-floor balcony.

She entered the room, opened the door and checked, seeing that there was no one outside, then went into the corridor.

If nothing unexpected happens, Mo Yanchu should be in this building.

She carefully checked every room, but there was no sign of Mo Yanchu.

Until the last room, she opened the door and saw a familiar figure standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

The man had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, still wearing a black suit. He stood there without turning on the lights, and in the dim light he looked a bit mysterious and low-key.

At this moment, a faint sadness emanated from him.

It makes people want to get closer to him for no reason and wonder what caused him to become so depressed and absent-minded.

Qiao Qingci's eyes were slightly red as she walked in. She didn't deliberately conceal the sound of her footsteps, so Mo Yanchu turned around almost immediately.

The two looked at each other, and Qiao Qingci quietly waited for Mo Yanchu's reaction. However, Mo Yanchu's handsome face changed, and his voice was stern and cold: "Who are you?"

Qiao Qingci had thought about the scene after they met, but she didn't expect the man to say this. She was stunned for a moment, and then she realized that the man was a little different from before.

He used to have inward-curling bangs that were split 3:7, but now they were all combed back, revealing a full and smooth forehead. He looked even more unapproachable and fierce, with the dignity of an upper-class person.

Qiao Qingci's first reaction was that there was someone in the room, but she clearly felt that there was no outsider here.

"What's wrong?" Qiao Qingci asked calmly.

"Who are you? How did you get in?" The man's voice was extremely cold. He walked towards Qiao Qingci step by step. His eyes were so cold and without any warmth, as if he was looking at a stranger.

Qiao Qingci understood something instantly, and his heart sank to the bottom.

"You have lost your memory?"

When Qiao Qingci asked this question, he heard that his voice was a little hoarse.

She thought Mo Yanchu was forced to come here, but she didn't expect that Mo Yanchu had lost his memory.

"What are you talking about? I don't know you at all." Mo Yanchu walked in front of her. He was 1.9 meters tall, a head taller than Qiao Qingci. He lifted Qiao Qingci's face with his slender and powerful hands.

It was a very beautiful face, but Mo Yanchu assured himself that he had never seen it before.

Qiao Qingci's heart suddenly became heavier. Not only did he lose his memory, but he might have had other memories transplanted into him.

Qiao Qingci, who never panicked in the face of anything, was unusually at a loss.