He died to save me, and was reborn to be favored by him

Chapter 18: Do you want beauty over power?

Mo Beichen had just finished talking to Qiao Wangshu on the phone, and he was reluctant to put down his phone. It seemed that holding it in his hand would establish some kind of invisible connection with her. His face was still noble, but his ears were red, and his cold white skin was covered with two blushes. He cleared his throat, and his voice was still low and cold, but mixed with a pleasure that was difficult to conceal: "Continue."

Everyone looked at each other.

He quickly continued with the unfinished report.

And a certain big devil in the main seat was actually checking the time on his phone. It was the first time for the senior executives to see him act like this, looking like a young boy. They felt very uncomfortable, as if they couldn't sit still for even a second.

Are you in a hurry to call that little ancestor?

San Ye, do you know you still have a lot of work to do?

Does this mean you want beauty over the throne?

What a tyrant!

End of the meeting.

Mo Beichen immediately stood up and returned to the chairman's office.

The senior executives started chattering.

"That little ancestor has made the Third Master happy again."

"I wonder how long he can pretend this time? I think Third Master has never been so happy. Those things on his neck... were really intense. That little ancestor really spent a lot of money this time and even slept with Third Master."

"I feel like there's a knife hanging over my head. I don't know when it will fall. It would be better to just cut my throat with a single blow and let me die quickly!"

"Maybe the little ancestor has figured it out?"

"Come on, can she figure it out? If she could figure it out, pigs could climb trees! Cats could swim underwater! Dogs could speak human language!!"

"..."

Mohist Manor.

This was the first time Qiao Wangshu entered Mo Beichen’s study.

His study and his room are decorated in a similar style.

The domineering style of black, white and gray.

Rows of solid wooden bookshelves are filled with books neatly arranged and classified.

Each bookshelf is labeled on the side.

Qiao Wangshu quickly found the book he wanted.

"Das Kapital", "Marketing", "Data-based Management", "Cross-border Business", "Enterprise Management"...

Qiao Wangshu flipped through one of the books and saw various notes marked with a fountain pen. She had seen Mo Beichen's handwriting before, and the unrestrained and wild cursive style did not quite match his personality. Others only saw that he was in charge of the entire family and the entire consortium. He was decisive, cold and gloomy, but no one knew how much effort he had put in for this. These densely packed notes were one of the ironclad evidences.

Qiao Wangshu hugged the book he wanted to read in his arms and went back to his room.

Her bedroom is a suite.

In addition to the innermost sleeping space, there is also a large cloakroom, an attached en-suite bathroom, a matching dressing room, and a small living room of moderate size...

She sat down on the small sofa in the living room, put the book on the coffee table, and began to read it carefully, one book at a time, page by page.

The phone is placed on one side.

Watched for a while.

The ringing of the bell suddenly occurred, and she was startled because she was watching so carefully.

Seeing that it was Mo Beichen calling, she answered immediately: "Hello, Achen."

Mo Beichen, who was sitting opposite, was sitting on the office chair in the chairman's office. He was sitting upright, as serious as if he was facing a negotiation worth billions. Before making the call, he was so nervous that his brows were furrowed. When the call was connected, the corners of his mouth immediately raised a happy arc.

She actually picked up the phone.

Mo Beichen's low, mellow voice was particularly pleasant to the ear. It came through the receiver with a hint of reverberation: "Shu Shu."

Qiao Wangshu's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

He was a man of few words. In both of his past lives, she had never heard him call her that many times.

The main reason is that I didn’t even want to see him in my previous life.

He was afraid of saying something wrong and angering her, so he simply spoke less.

To this day, Qiao Wangshu still remembers that when she was a child, she asked her mother if her name had any special meaning. Her mother told her that in ancient legends, "Wangshu" was the god who drove the moon, and it could also refer to the moon. She was born at night, and the moon was big and round that night, so her mother named her Wangshu. There is only one moon in the entire Milky Way, and this name also has the meaning of being unique and precious.

Therefore, Qiao Wangshu likes his name very much.

I think this name sounds nice.

The word "Shu Shu" called out from Mo Beichen's mouth made her feel that her name was really nice.

Qiao Wangshu's face was a little hot: "Are you done?"

Of course Mo Beichen wasn't done yet.

Xu Ze was standing by holding a thick stack of folders, looking miserable: "My Third Master, do you know how many important things are waiting for you to make decisions? Why are you calling when there is nothing serious to talk about? Isn't it enough to stay at home every day?"

Mo Beichen didn't pay any attention to Xu Ze standing beside him. His heart was only focused on Shu Shu: "Well, I'm not busy."

Xu Ze curled his lips.

Third Master, please speak with your conscience!

Mo Beichen was too quiet, so Qiao Wangshu had to keep finding topics to talk about: "I'm reading the book on your bookshelf. You made the notes in the book, right? Your handwriting is really beautiful."

Mo Beichen was overjoyed by the compliment, but his tone of voice remained indifferent, as if it lacked much warmth: "Yeah."

Qiao Wangshu continued the awkward conversation: "You must have been a top student when you were in school."

Mo Beichen responded: "Yeah."

Qiao Wangshu smiled and asked, "How many points did you get in the college entrance examination?"

The other party replied: "I didn't participate, I was recommended."

"Oh, then we are the same, we are destined to be together." Qiao Wangshu smiled and said, "What about the high school entrance examination? How many points did you get?"

Mo Beichen replied: "I didn't participate either."

Qiao Wangshu felt that this topic could not be continued: "Then you are really amazing."

Mo Beichen said calmly, "The school recommended four people that year."

Qiao Wangshu was stunned.

Is this guy trying to say he's awesome?

She was silent for a moment.

He added: "I'm not the only one, it's not that great."

Qiao Wangshu: “…”

There is absolutely no room for conversation today!

Xu Ze on the side looked up at the sky speechlessly.

With his uncle's low EQ, he still wants to learn to chat on the phone for a long time?

Even though I couldn't hear what Miss Qiao was saying, just from San Ye's answer, I could tell that it was hard to continue chatting today. I couldn't blame Miss Qiao for not being able to fall in love with San Ye. With San Ye's temper...how many girls could stand it?

Qiao Wangshu really couldn't continue the conversation: "Um... I want to read a book for a while, how about we talk later?"

Mo Beichen knew his shortcomings, he was not good at chatting and had low emotional intelligence. He was very happy to be sure that she would really answer his call, and agreed to her proposal: "Okay."

hang up the phone.

Xu Ze hurriedly spread out the most important document and placed it on the desk in front of Mo Beichen: "Third Master, this document needs your signature urgently."

"Yeah." Mo Beichen responded, picked it up and flipped through it. His mind was not on the content of the document at all. Instead, he smiled foolishly.

Xu Ze was extremely anxious: Please take a look at it quickly, sign it quickly, and stop being silly!