Chapter 553 Not Rare

Rather than saying that Mo Xiuchen went to the guest room to prove that he would not invade her, it would be better to say that he slammed the door and left. Like her, he didn't know what to do.

In order to keep her by his side, he tried every means.

He used both soft and hard tactics, but he really had no choice but to say those harsh words tonight. While hurting her, his heart was no less painful than hers.

In the guest room, Mo Xiuchen stood coldly and lonely in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a half-burned cigarette between the index and middle fingers of his right hand. The curling smoke rose, covering his deep eyes as dark as a pool, and permeated his whole body. The breath is lonely and lonely.

Wen Ran's face as pale as snow appeared in his mind again. The cigarette in his hand suddenly broke into two pieces and fell to the carpet at his feet.

He pursed his thin lips, bent down, picked up the cigarette butts on the ground, turned around and walked to the sofa, throwing the cigarette butts into the ashtray on the coffee table, while he sat tiredly on the leather sofa.

His dark eyes were half-squinted with a hint of coldness and determination. He leaned against the back of the sofa with his tall body, took out his mobile phone, and dialed a phone number.

The phone rang several times, and an old and slightly tired voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello!"

Mo Xiuchen's handsome facial features were stern, and he held the phone tightly with his long, well-joined fingers. He leaned his head slightly on the sofa and said coldly: "I want to resign as the president of MS Group, and I will Recommend Mo Zixuan to the board of directors for appointment."

"Xiuchen, why are you doing this?"

On the other end of the phone, Mo Jingteng's voice was filled with surprise, confusion, and a hint of imperceptible displeasure.

Although he had heard Mo Zixuan mention it before and knew that the two of them had made a deal and that Mo would give up the position of president to Mo Zixuan when he cultivated the world of mortals, he did not agree.

He knows his two sons well, at least he knows that Xiu Chen is more suitable for managing the company than Zixuan. Zixuan is not as wise, courageous, and shrewd as him!

If the company is handed over to Zixuan, there is no guarantee that he will have the ability to manage and develop the company. The company may be destroyed in his hands.

There was a hint of coolness on the corner of Mo Xiuchen's lips, and his voice sounded cold and ruthless in the middle of the night: "For no reason, I don't want to waste all my life on work. I want to resign and live the life I want."

He is tired!

Since he was a teenager, he has worked hard to strengthen himself and avenge his mother. For more than ten years, he has not lived a good day for himself.

Now, he doesn't want to live like this anymore, and he doesn't want to bear such a heavy responsibility. He wanted to quit his job and spend time with his beloved woman.

In his mind, he prepared for the worst.

If Akai and his father really couldn't find a way to treat Ranran's illness and detoxify her, he would use himself to detoxify her. It doesn't matter whether Ran Ran agrees or not, he has already made up his mind, and he will naturally find a way to force her to commit the crime.

He just wants her to live well, even if he doesn't have children, even if he introduces poison into his body, and in the end, he can't be with her, he still wants her to live well.

"Xiuchen, are you thinking of resigning because of Wen Ran?"

Mo Jingteng's cold voice came with questioning, and he knew that Xiu Chen would give up everything for Wen Ran.

That Wen Ran couldn't have children in her life. Some time ago, he thought she would really divorce Xiu Chen, and he felt a little happy. Unexpectedly, just a few days later, she returned to Xiu Chen.

Mo Jingteng was thinking about whether to find time to talk to Wen Ran. Unexpectedly, before he went to Wen Ran, Mo Xiuchen told him that he was resigning.

When he said this, it showed that he would do it immediately.

"Who I am for is my own business. I just want to inform you that I am not interested in your company. Whether you manage it yourself, let Mo Zixuan take over, or hire a professional manager, it is all your responsibility matter. I will submit my resignation tomorrow."

Mo Xiuchen didn't have any extra energy to explain anything.

He didn't want to explain to Mo Jingteng that in his heart, Mo Jingteng was not a qualified father at all. He was used to being cold-hearted and had no father-son affection for Mo Jingteng.

Before, he even hated him.

But now, he suddenly realized that hating him was meaningless.

Now, Xiao Wenqing is imprisoned, Wu Tianyi is dead, and only Fu Jingyi, who almost killed him back then, is still the bastard who wanted to hurt Ran Ran.

He will not give up looking for Fu Jingyi. Even without the help of MS Group, he already has enough wealth to find Fu Jingyi. Because he is not just the MS Group.

"Xiuchen, how can you say such irresponsible words? Do I belong to the MS Group alone? Most of my body has been buried in the loess. The company now belongs to you and Zixuan. As descendants of the Mo family, Still the eldest son, you have the responsibility to inherit..."

"Responsibility? Don't say the word responsibility to me, let alone say anything to me. I am a descendant of the Mo family, the eldest son?"

Mo Xiuchen interrupted Mo Jingteng's words disdainfully, with a cold and sarcastic curve at the corner of his mouth. Even if Mo Jingteng couldn't see the sarcasm on his face through the phone, he could still hear the disdainful sullenness in his tone.

"Xiu Chen, I know you hate me, but this doesn't change the fact that the blood of the Mo family flows in your body."

Mo Jingteng never had a bad temper. Every time he couldn't say a few words to Mo Xiuchen, he would get irritated by him. Tonight is no exception.

He just wanted Mo Xiuchen to stay, and he couldn't let him abandon the company and ignore it.

In his rage, he forgot that this son was not afraid of his majesty at all. He was not Zixuan.

"I don't care at all."

Mo Xiuchen said it in a cold and sarcastic way, which was not uncommon. He used to hate himself for being Mo Jingteng's son. Especially in those years, he was unable to protect himself and was framed by Xiao Wenqing again and again. He died several times. When he escaped, he hated Mo Jingteng to death.

"Don't you even care about those shares? How can you make Wen Ran happy without money?"

Mo Jingteng actually knew very well that Mo Xiuchen had made a lot of money over the years, but he thought that Mo Xiuchen, like everyone else, would have a strong interest in wealth.

After all, no one wants too much money.

"I don't care. You can give those things to whoever you want. Don't try to persuade me anymore. What I decide is not something you can persuade. Mo Zixuan is very interested in your company, so you can let me He showed off his skills.”

Mo Jingteng on the other end of the phone suddenly fell silent, thinking hard about how to make Mo Xiuchen give up the idea of ​​leaving the company.

However, he did not dare to remain silent for too long, fearing that Mo Xiuchen would hang up the phone. He just remained silent for a moment. When the voice came again, it was less angry and more hesitant: