Mohist Villa.
"Sorry, you dialed the wrong number."
Meng Jiuge hung up the phone without hesitation, with an ugly expression on his face.
In the month since that day, Mo Yuchuan unscrupulously took Jiang Zhaozhao to various occasions.
Jiang Zhaozhao is a popular actress, so there are naturally many paparazzi around her. Somehow they found her phone number and harassed her every day, seeking consultation and interviews.
Pressing his temple tiredly, Meng Jiuge's eyes fell on the invitation letter at hand.
After hesitating, she dialed a number.
A sarcastic voice came from the other end of the phone, "What's the matter, Mrs. Mo? Is there anything your Meng family needs help from our Mo family?"
Meng Jiuge's breathing stagnated and his throat became dry.
The photo of the couple on the table and the man's sarcastic voice pierced her heart.
In the photo, she was laughing heartily and falling wantonly into Mo Yuchuan's arms, while he smiled lightly, his eyes full of doting.
They also had sweet memories.
After a long time without a response from Meng Jiuge, the person on the other end of the phone made a "tsk" sound and said impatiently, "If nothing else, I'll hang up."
"Wait a minute!" Coming out of his own thoughts, Meng Jiuge took the invitation letter at hand and asked, "The invitation letter from Banting Auction House is sent... My family is here, are you going this weekend?"
"No time, I'm in a meeting."
Meng Jiuge was a little disappointed, but at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief. At least when someone asked, she could give a valid reason, "I'm fine."
There was a busy tone on the phone immediately.
Meng Jiuge smiled bitterly and his eyes fell on the photo again.
…
The address of the Banting Auction was chosen on the bank of a river. When Meng Jiuge arrived, Zhou Chi, the person in charge of the Banting Auction, had been waiting outside for a long time.
Seeing Meng Jiuge, Zhou Chi immediately stepped forward and smiled respectfully, "Mrs. Mo is here."
As he spoke, Zhou Chi glanced into the car and asked in confusion, "Isn't Mr. Mo here?"
"He has an international conference this weekend. Sorry."
Meng Jiuge answered fluently, but saw Zhou Chi's expression and eyes leap over her shoulder, and she suddenly became embarrassed.
"What's wrong?"
Following Zhou Chi's embarrassed gaze, a pair of wall figures appeared in front of Meng Jiuge.
The man was wearing a high-end custom-made suit and the woman was wearing a red miniskirt, and they were walking slowly towards her.
There was a lot of discussion at the moment, and Meng Jiuge's decent smile froze at the corners of his mouth.
The man is her husband Mo Yuchuan, and the woman is Jiang Zhaozhao.
The atmosphere in the meeting hall suddenly became awkward.
Jiang Zhaozhao held Mo Yuchuan's arm tightly and said in a charming voice, "Mrs. Mo is here too, what a coincidence."
Meng Jiuge didn't even spare a glance for Jiang Zhaozhao, she just stared at Mo Yuchuan, anger burning in her chest, almost making her lose her mind.
The conversation from a few days ago was still lingering in his mind, and Meng Jiuge felt insulted.
"What kind of meeting can be held at an auction house?!"
Meng Jiuge's gnashing voice fell into Mo Yuchuan's ears. He deliberately hugged Jiang Zhaozhao tightly, "What meeting? You must have remembered it wrong."
A small crowd gradually gathered at the entrance of the auction house, most of them were there to watch the fun. Some curious people had already started pointing and talking about the three people in front of them.
Meng Jiuge's expression gradually became unsatisfactory.
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