Chapter 2157 - 2161: A Lifetime—Is That Okay?

Chapter 2157: Chapter 2161: A Lifetime—Is That Okay?

"Alone?" Mo Bei tilted his head, childishly looking at his face, "What, had enough fun?"

"Nonsense." Mo Wen raised his hand and tapped her forehead, "You know my relationships with them, it’s always them clinging to me."

"Of course, who’s to blame when big brother’s so handsome!" Mo Wen hugged his arm, "But it’s great they didn’t come, I can enjoy the world with brother for a bit."

Bending down to pick up her sunglasses, Mo Wen casually slung the gun over his shoulder.

"You haven’t eaten yet, right? I’ve already had the servant prepare breakfast."

"Thanks!" Mo Bei smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek, "Brother is the one who adores Little Bei the most in the world."

Raising her hand to take the walkie-talkie from her pocket, Mo Bei spoke again, now with a cool demeanor.

"That’s it for today, pack up, rest for the afternoon and evening, continue training tomorrow morning, now everyone pack up for a meal."

Mo Wen walked alongside her toward the edge of the woods, watching her serious expression, and was momentarily lost.

"Roger that!"

...

Immediately, voices of the subordinates followed in the walkie-talkie.

"Let’s go." Mo Bei put away the walkie-talkie, looking at him again with a childlike face, "How long can you stay with me this time, brother?"

"How long do you want?" Mo Wen asked with a smile.

Mo Bei blinked, "A lifetime, is that okay?"

"Really?" Mo Wen kept smiling, seeming calm and breezy, yet a deep shade flashed through his eyes.

"Of course... just kidding!" Mo Bei burst into laughter, "I wouldn’t want sister-in-law to murder me."

...

...

Beijing.

It’s only morning in Italy, but Beijing is already at dusk.

Asia View Group, President’s office.

"Take a good rest tonight, and when Zimo and Qian return, we’ll all have a nice meal together," Qin Lan’s voice in the phone was also cheerful.

"Sure, let’s have Zimo cook." Jiao Yang smiled.

After the effort these past days, Emperor View’s stocks have steadily risen back to their previous level, even slightly up; this result has made him and Qin Lan quite satisfied.

"Definitely, I’ve already discussed with Ruoruo, once they come back, we’re going to his farm to stay and play for at least three days, just like lords sitting there, having him serve us with tea and water."

"That... I can agree with!" Jiao Yang laughed aloud.

"Alright, I won’t take up your time, finish work early." Qin Lan hesitated briefly, "Or, why don’t you come to my house for dinner?"

"No need, I have another appointment." Jiao Yang refused with a smile.

"Alright, let’s touch base tomorrow then."

Qin Lan hung up, Jiao Yang placed the phone back on the table, stretching lazily, his gaze sweeping over the green plant on the desk. In the sunset, the originally luscious green plant had quietly grown a bud at some point, now quietly blooming.

Jiao Yang wasn’t knowledgeable about flowers, initially thinking this was just a pot of evergreen plants. Seeing the half-open bright red flower today, he realized it was a daisy.

Sitting in his chair, moving the pot over, looking at the small blossom, Mo Bei’s face and voice flashed once again in his mind.

Jiao Yang suddenly realized he couldn’t recall when Mo Bei had given him this green plant.

Taking his phone, entering the message box, looking at the address of Mo Bei in Lyon, France, Jiao Yang finally stretched out his hand, pressed the intercom.

"Book me a ticket to Lyon."

...

Good afternoon.