But as soon as she sat down, the old men who were already drowsy in the conference room suddenly opened their eyes, and their cloudy eyes fell on her like searchlights.

Su Yiren did not retreat, but straightened her back and swept her eyes away coldly.

The person sitting here now is not Mrs. Mo who dared not to fight back when being bullied, but Su Zi, and Su Yiren who has absolute freedom.

Who wants to be that pitiful insect who is submissive?

Her upright attitude and neither humble nor arrogant look immediately suppressed many prying eyes, and they all turned away and did not look at her. Only a few people looked at her with disdain.

Those who have no name and no status will be treated as wild chickens. Why should they feel superior in front of them?

Du He and Luo Qiong were outside arranging for the directors to enter the venue. Mo Jingchuan whispered to Su Yiren, "You look very much like..."

He paused halfway through his words.

Su Yiren looked at him strangely, "Huh? What do you look like?"

"Like a noble peacock."

The main seat was on the steps, and he was slightly higher. He lowered his eyes and curled his lips, smiling with emotion for no reason, "It's like the little cub I raised has finally grown up and finally knows how to peck people."

"What the hell?"

Su Yiren looked weird. It

would be fine if he said she looked like a flashy peacock, but he actually said she was the little cub he raised?

"It means that I'm very pleased."

Seeing the confusion in her dark eyes, like a little deer in the mountains, Mo Jingchuan couldn't help but rub her hair lovingly, "Just peck, I'll take care of it for you."

"Hey! My hair style!"

Su Yiren slapped his hand away, her little face tense, "Just talk, don't use your hands or feet!"

"Hiss!"

She slapped him, and Mo Jingchuan burst into tears.

He raised his red claws to show her with resentment, "Can't you be gentle?"

"Am I not gentle to you?"

Su Yiren grinned and moved her ten fingers alternately. The crisp sound was as dense as fried soybeans. Mo Jingchuan couldn't help but change his face and smiled apologetically, "Gentle, it's gentle enough. I don't know what's good for me."

He should be thankful that he didn't break his bones after being slapped by her.

"Hmph, you know what's good for you."

Su Yiren moved her fingers, and then put them on her knees quietly, and ignored him.

Mo Jingchuan looked at the long, slender and beautiful ten fingers, and couldn't help but wonder. How could such slender hands have such explosive power?

Although the old men below couldn't hear what they were talking and laughing about, they could see the intimate atmosphere between them.

Mo Jingchuan had been divorced for two years. As the president of Mo Group, with his proud family background and appearance, it was absolutely reasonable for him to find a high-quality woman to start a family, and they would not object.

But the premise must be a high-quality woman!

This Su Zi came from an unknown background, and she had nothing. How could she be worthy of the responsibility of Mrs. Mo?

No matter how good their relationship was, they would not agree to this marriage!

"President Mo, everyone is here."

Du He reminded in a low voice. Mo Jingchuan then withdrew his gaze from Su Yiren and nodded lightly, "The meeting begins."

"Everyone, the meeting begins," Du He reminded dutifully, fearing that the elderly directors might not hear clearly, he raised his voice and reminded them three times in a row.

"I heard you. What are you talking about?"

An impatient voice came out from a group of white-haired old men. Du He touched his nose and went straight to the point. "President Mo has been unwell recently. If you have anything to say, please keep it short to save time."

"It's nothing serious. Let's talk about Su Zi's problem."

The eldest uncle of the Jia family sat below with a gloomy face. "She is not worthy of her position. I object to her being with Jingchuan."

"We object too."

Before the voice fell, a group of trembling voices echoed.

They were all skinny and frail old men. They looked at Su Yiren with unfriendly eyes, while those directors whose hair looked thick and black did not say anything and sat at the back of the conference room with interest.

The younger ones just pretended to be stupid.

This is a game between the old guys and Mo Jingchuan. They can't afford to offend any of them. It's best to keep their mouths shut.

"You come or I come?"

Mo Jingchuan tilted his head to look at Su Yiren. Su Yiren was puzzled, "What for?"

"You are angry, or I am angry," Mo Jingchuan looked at her quietly, and suddenly lowered his voice, with deep apology in his narrow eyes, "I'm sorry for what happened in the past."

At that time, he didn't understand love, nor did he understand what she needed, so when the old men were angry with her, he never defended her.

It's not that he didn't see her crying silently, but he just thought it was a weapon of the weak.

Tears only made him feel disgusted.

Now he understood, so if she wanted to go back in person, he would escort her, if she didn't want to, he would help her vent her anger.

"Mo Jingchuan, you are weird."

Su Yiren frowned, looking at the gentle and considerate man with doubtful eyes.

The previous ambiguous behavior could be said to be a momentary interest of his, which did not hurt the foundation anyway, but these old men were the foundation of the Mo family, which was related to his vital interests. Was he really going to go back for her?

They both knew how difficult it was for him to get the Mo family.

Now he was going to give up everything?