Chapter 1868: : Lying c ~ live.

"Sister Xi, you can count it."
"If you don't come again, I will be crazy." When Lin Yang saw Chen Xi and several people, he wished to kneel down under Chen Xi's pomegranate skirt and gratitude to her for the first time.
No one knows how much he suffered from Jiang Mochuan during Chen Xi's absence, and no one knows how he survived this period alone in Italy.
Seeing Lin Yang's embarrassed appearance, Chen Xi frowned slightly: "What happened?"
During this period of time in China, I have been busy working with other companies in the country, and Jiang Mochuan's affairs have to constantly comfort several elders.
Chen Xi has never had time to ask about the situation here in Italy. At this moment, seeing Lin Yang looking embarrassed, Chen Xi intuitively felt something was wrong.
Lin Yang intermittently told Chen Xi that Jiang Mochuan appeared at the door of his room like a timed alarm clock every morning during this period.
Hearing what Lin Yang said, Chen Xi was also puzzled.
Jiang Mochuan had deleted his WeChat account after the video with him that day, and his attitude was already so direct. Why did he even go to Lin Yang to ask about his situation again and again?
After recovering, Chen Xi gave Lin Yang a pitiful look: "You are also very pitiful, and you have met a boss who has lost his memory and is so difficult."
Lin Yang: "..."
Facing Chen Xi's words, Lin Yang didn't want to explain too much.
He was also desperate in his heart.
When Jiang Mochuan was there, he had already deducted all his wages for the next ten years. As a result, he had lost his memory now, and he had to do everything possible to torture him.
Chen Xi stretched out her hand and gently patted Lin Yang's stirring, using this action to express her sympathy for him.
...
After a few people arrived at the hotel and arranged a room for He Mingrui and the others, Chen Xi was tired and couldn't wait to get back to bed for a good night's sleep.
Regarding Jiang Mochuan... Chen Xi felt that he didn't need to take the initiative to find him. He should take the initiative to find him these days. After thinking about it, he put down the phone in his hand to rest.
【D.L Consortium】
"Mr. Pei, the president of China's Jiang Group has come here, you..."
"Prepare a car."
The D.L consortium is an industry under the name of Anna's father, because when Anna brought Jiang Mochuan back, Anna's father, in order to celebrate the relationship between Jiang Mochuan and Anna, gave D.L to Jiang Mochuan with a wave of his hand.
Over the past few years, Jiang Mochuan has cleaned up the worms in D.L little by little, and stuffed people he trusts and trustworthy into them little by little.
The Chinese man with gold glasses in front of him was Gao Yao, a job seeker he met on the street when he was on a business trip in the UK.
Gao Yao glanced at Jiang Mochuan, stopped talking, turned and left the office to prepare Jiang Mochuan to drive away.
At the entrance of the hotel, Jiang Mochuan glanced at the hotel room window that he could directly see, that woman...she really didn't want to die before the Yellow River, she even dared to come.
Could it be that the so-called parents did not communicate to her what he said that night?
Jiang Mochuan had forgotten that during this period of time, he kept coming to Lin Yang to inquire about Chen Xi's whereabouts.
Gao Yao sat in the driver's seat and watched Jiang Mochuan staring blankly at the hotel room floor without speaking. He finally couldn't help what he kept hiding in his heart: "Mr. Pei, if you can, I hope you can go back to China with Miss Chen."
Jiang Mochuan turned his head to look at him, frowning: "What do you mean by this?"
"Mr. Pei, your surname is Jiang."
"I'm waiting for you downstairs."
Gao Yao casually said a word, making Jiang Mochuan feel that something exploded inside. He was just about to ask if Gao Yao knew something he didn't know, or if he was also bought by Chen Xi.
I heard Gao Yao's next words.
Jiang Mochuan Namu glanced at the position of the window in the room, and finally glanced at Gao Yao: "So, have you contacted her privately?"
Gao Yao smiled faintly, and shook his head: "Back then, most of the people in the south of the country knew about the matter between you and Miss Chen."
"Ms. Chen gave you the false death of giving birth. You have searched many countries just to find her. This incident is well-known."
"I only found out last night that Miss Chen from China is a member of the Jiang Group. I think... If I guessed correctly, Miss Chen has another identity..."
"What status?"
Before Gao Yao finished speaking, he was interrupted by Jiang Mochuan's deep voice. Jiang Mochuan's heart was already tumbling.
He really didn't know these things, or said... he didn't have any impression at all.
If it wasn't for understanding Gao Yao's personality, Jiang Mochuan could not help but wonder if he was really bought by Chen Xi.
Unfortunately... Gao Yao is not that kind of person.
Gao Yao stopped talking, started the car and drove Jiang Mochuan towards the cafe behind the hotel.
There are not many people in the cafe.
Gao Yao specially chose a place with few people by the window and sat opposite Jiang Mochuan: "Mr. Pei, you should know that Miss Chen was a designer at the beginning?"
"Ok."
Jiang Mochuan did not deny that this matter...he also only learned about it not long ago.
After Anna told him that Chen Xi was behind the shooting in the United States, Jiang Mochuan never investigated the news about Chen Xi, but he didn't expect that he would learn the same statement as Chen Xi and others from his assistant today.
Gao Yao saw the thoughts in Jiang Mochuan's heart and chuckled lightly: "Ms. Chen told you in the first place. Many people really know about it."
"It's just that I can't find out why you experienced with Miss Chen in the first place, but I can't find any traces on the Internet."
Jiang Mochuan frowned, still staring at Gao Yao with calm eyes: "What I did with her back then, tell me more specifically, and...Why is there only Anna in my impression and no other people?"
Jiang Mochuan found that he was now facing a difficult problem that he could not solve. This difficult problem was beyond his reach.
In other words, he wants to know.
But no clues were found.
Gao Yao smiled bitterly and shook his head, and said sincerely: "Mr. Pei, I really don't know about this."
"I know what happened between you and Miss Chen, just because I had been living in China when I didn't go to the UK."
"The matter between you and Miss Chen spread throughout the business circle at the beginning, and your influence in the domestic business circle was not so small."
"And... you and Miss Chen and how many children did you forget?"
Gao Yao really didn't know why there was only an unrelated woman left in Jiang Mochuan's impression, or whether Anna had anything to do with Jiang Mochuan in the past, he did not know.
After all, when he was in China, he didn't work with people like Jiang Mochuan and others.
Business circles are sometimes messier than entertainment circles.
There are even many people who can hide their true identity in order to avoid the black hands of their opponents.
Jiang Mochuan was silent, his hand on the table slowly clenched into a fist, and he spoke after a long time, "You said, Chen Xi gave me a baby?"
Gao Yao nodded: "Yes, three. The second child seems to be a dragon and phoenix."
"According to time, it was four years ago."
At this time, Jiang Mochuan could not sit still.
Why did everyone in the world say that he had a relationship with Chen Xi?
Why can't he remember anything by himself?
Why is there only Anna in his consciousness?
Why does he have no impression of Chen Xi.
Is it... because of your own memory loss?
Jiang Mochuan suddenly looked up at Gao Yao, and said: "Send me to the hotel, go back to the company and immediately start investigating what I was in China, and...check if I have any relatives in China."
That night, a middle-aged man and a woman who gave him a strong sense of familiarity, Jiang Mochuan felt that his mystery seemed to be slowly breaking apart.
But... Damn, why is Anna still the person he is worried about until this time?
Gao Yao smiled bitterly and looked at Jiang Mochuan helplessly: "Mr. Pei will really give me problems, but... it turns out that Mr. Pei wants to know, I will try my best to do it."
"If there is something wrong with doing it, I hope Mr. Pei will not be offended."
This has been a few years ago, and after careful calculation, the time when Chen Xi appeared next to Jiang Mochuan was nearly six years ago.
It is really not easy to investigate this suddenly.
But... if it hadn't been because Jiang Mochuan saw him alone in the streets of England, he failed countless times, or because Jiang Mochuan brought him to Italy, he would not have the life he is now.
So as long as Jiang Mochuan asked, she let her do her best.
Standing at the door of Chen Xi's room, Jiang Mochuan hesitated for several minutes without the courage to knock on the door.
If Jiang's father and Jiang's mother gave him the answer that night he couldn't be convinced, but he absolutely believed what Gao Yao said to him.
"Fuck... live..."
Jiang Mochuan was still hesitating to knock on the door, when a shocked voice suddenly came from around him.
Turning his head, he saw a man combing his back with a surprised look. Now looking at himself at the hotel room door, Jiang Mochuan frowned: "Who are you?"
The man before him seemed to know him.
The look in his eyes was full of hotness.
Jiang Zian did not speak, and opened his mouth wide and looked at the man who appeared in his line of sight in disbelief. This man grew up with him, and even if he died, he knew him.
Jiang Mochuan was a little impatient: "I'm asking you something, if you can talk, just talk."
Jiang Zian returned to his senses and looked at Jiang Mochuan, reaching out and holding his hand, with a look of excitement: "Why are you here?"
"Come here, I'll go to Mingrui and the others, you go to the room, wait for me..."
Jiang Zi'an took Jiang Mochuan and pushed him into his room. Without giving Jiang Mochuan a chance to speak, he turned and left, leaving Jiang Mochuan alone in the room, looking puzzled at the back of the man who left.