Anya drove and continued to drive towards Via City.

"That...that's the matter just now, thank you. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid..."

Anya was full of gratitude to Yang Mo.

If Yang Mo hadn't helped her just now, Anya would definitely not have been able to get out of the cottage, and the ending waiting for her would be even more miserable than Zhang Junyi.

"You're welcome, I said I'd like to repay you."

Yang Mo said lightly.

"Just because of repaying favors?"

Anya's eyes hit Yang Mo's expressionless face from the corner of her eyes, and for some reason, she felt a hint of loss.

...

After a good journey, the car finally drove into Weicheng District.

"Yang Mo, where are you going?" Anya asked slowly and slowed down.

"Yaxin Culture!"

When Anya heard this name, she was stunned for a moment, but she drove the car to the door of Yaxin Culture.

"Yang Mo, Yaxin Culture has arrived." Anya stopped the car.

"Thank you!" Yang Mo opened the car door and was about to go down.

"Wait!" Anya suddenly called Yang Mo.

Yang Mo turned around and asked in confusion: "Is there anything wrong?"

"No... nothing." Anya hesitated and shook her head.

"goodbye!"

Yang Mo got out of the car and walked straight towards Yaxin Culture.

"What did he do in the branch?" Anya sat in the car, looking at Yang Mo's back as she was gradually moving away, and frowned suspiciously.

Yang Mo stepped into the company gate and saw a young lady standing at the front desk, and walked straight over.

"May I ask, is this Yaxin Culture?" Yang Mo asked.

"This is Yaxin Culture, welcome!"

The front desk lady heard the sound and slowly raised her head, with a bright smile on her face.

However, when she saw Yang Mo wearing a dirty sportswear, the smile on her face immediately disappeared, and she looked at Yang Mo with a look of thief alert: "Is there anything wrong?"

"I'll look for Gao Meijuan!"

Yang Mo asked calmly without caring about the other party's gaze.

"Who are you looking for?" The front desk lady was stunned and looked at Yang Mo in surprise.

"Gao Meijuan!" Yang Mo repeated.

"Are there any appointments?" The front desk lady confirmed that she was right.

"No."

"Mr. Gao is not in the company, please leave." The front desk lady looked at Yang Mo again, and confirmed that he would never have anything to do with Mr. Gao, who was dressed in a fashionable manner, so she directly issued an order to expel him.

Yang Mo was too lazy to talk nonsense, so he turned around and left.

"Tsk! A local bun, still want to see us Mr. Gao?"

The front desk lady looked at Yang Mo's back, her face full of disdain.

The next second, a handsome young man, holding a bouquet of roses, passed by Yang Mo.

"Mr. Wu, are you here to deliver flowers to our Mr. Gao again?"

The front desk lady instantly changed her face and greeted the man named Mr. Wu with a smile.

"Are you Mr. Gao in the company?" Mr. Wu asked.

"Mr. Gao just returned to the company after the meeting." The front desk lady said immediately.

"Then you said just now that Mr. Gao is not here?"

"Aren't I lie to that kid? Mr. Gao worked so hard, how dare I let someone disturb her?"

"Then aren't you afraid that I will disturb you?" Mr. Wu asked with a smile.

"Mr. Wu, what is your relationship with us Mr. Gao? We Mr. Gao met you and were too happy, so how could we disturb her?" The front desk lady said flatteringly.

"You are so good at speaking, but I don't know if your mouth is sweet or not. If you have the chance, you have to try it." Mr. Wu quipped.

"Hate!" The front desk lady gave the other person a charming look, her eyes full of spring love.

At this moment, Yang Mo suddenly returned and walked into the company.

"Stop, you can't go in!" The front desk lady didn't expect Yang Mo to break in and quickly tried to stop him.

Unexpectedly, the elevator door suddenly opened.

A slim young woman walked out of the elevator in high heels and heard the quarrel at the company's door.

"What's going on?"

The young woman frowned, her voice was not loud, but her words were filled with a hint of majesty.

The front desk lady was shocked when she saw the young woman and quickly explained: "Mr. Gao, this person said he wanted to find you, and he forced himself into it..."

"You... are you Yang Mo?"

When the front desk lady was talking, Gao Meijuan recognized Yang Mo, but she was not sure.

"It's me." Yang Mo nodded.

"It's over! This kid really knows Mr. Gao." The front desk lady felt a thrill, her face turned pale in an instant, but the next second, she relaxed.

"What are you looking for me?"

Gao Meijuan's tone was very bad, and even a fool could hear the hostility in his words.

"I'm here to find you, of course I came for the engagement."

Yang Mo said calmly.

engagement?

Hearing this, Mr. Wu and the front desk lady instantly became petrified.

Gao Meijuan staggered and almost fell. She hurriedly stabilized her body, raised her eyebrows and angrily shouted: "Bastard, you dream, I will never marry you."

No matter what I say, I am also a gold-collar figure of the white-collar woman. She has become an executive of a large company at a young age. She has no 100 million yuan in her hands, and has 80 to 90 million yuan. The people who pursue it are even more excited. From the second generation of rich people to the elite white-collar workers, which one is worse?

And the guy in front of him was fine, it was fine, and it was covered with dirty soil. He was even more sloppy than the company's cleaners. I don't know how the descendants of the Yang family got to his level.

Back then, it was because of his identity as a young master of the Yang family that he reluctantly agreed to get engaged to him. Now... he doesn't look at himself in a mirror. Even though he is now, it feels disgusting.

"You're wrong! I'm not here to marry you." Yang Mo looked at Gao Meijuan with a calm expression and said seriously, "You are still far from my Yang Mo's wife!"

"You!" Gao Meijuan almost vomited blood.

Even if you are now, you dare to dislike me. You are not shy, right?

Gao Meijuan was about to curse, but suddenly thought of something and suddenly sneered: "I understand. Are you looking for me? Tell me? How much do you want? 30,000 or 50,000?"

"Meijuan, 30,000 to 50,000 is a sign that we are too petty."

Mr. Wu, who was standing by, took out a cash check from his body and handed it to Yang Mo generously:

"This is a hundred thousand yuan. From now on, don't bother Meijuan."

"Which green onion are you? Is there any part to interrupt here?" Yang Mo sneered.

"You dare to scold me? Do you know who I am?" Mr. Wu said angrily.

Yang Mo suddenly laughed.

Mr. Wu thought Yang Mo was afraid, so he immediately shouted: "Tell me, I am..."

However, before he finished speaking, he felt his feet lightening and his whole body was lifted up by Yang Mo.

"You hear it clearly, in front of me, you are a disgusting fly."

Yang Mo's wrist shook, and Mr. Wu turned into a kite and flew backwards.
Chapter completed!