C12 Chapter 12

Yan Moxiao realized that he couldn't control himself. He was usually calm, but at times, his craziness would even surprise him.

In the days after he left Yan Ruo's place, he didn't pay too much attention to it. At least, as he had expected, he didn't care too much. But there was no way to not think about it. He had to admit it himself.

He didn't want to overlap Yan Ruo and Yan Zhixiao. Yan Ruo is Yan Ruo, Yan Zhixiao is Yan Zhixiao, or Yan Ruo is Yan Zhixiao... If he wanted to.

But there was only one option. He began to hesitate.

Only when the waiter brought the coffee over did Yan Moxiao realize that he had been distracted for a long time.

When he came to this coffee shop again, Yan Moxiao's mood was unfathomable. He didn't really like it here, especially when he met Mo Donglin here that day. Regardless if the latter was related to Yan Zhixiao, he didn't like that man at all.

Now he was getting used to the smell of the coffee.

The phone on the table suddenly rang. Yan Moxiao looked back from the window and picked up the phone beside his hand.

"Hello?"

"Hurry up and come back to work!" Cheng Sen's voice seemed gentle and gentle, but it was filled with vigor at any time.

Holding the phone a little further away from his ear, Yan Moxiao chuckled lightly. He then lowered his voice and said to the phone, "The number you have dialed is no longer in the service area. Please try again later …"

Then, ignoring the person on the phone, they jumped out to eat his roars and closed the phone.

He reached out to pick up the white porcelain cup, but before he could put it to his mouth, he suddenly felt someone else approaching him. When he looked up, Yan Moxiao was stunned for a moment. The man standing in front of him was handsome and extremely familiar to him. Even his body was no different from that of a human.

Yan Moxiao remembered him. It was the man who played chess with Mo Donglin the other day. It seemed a little special.

"Mr. Yan." The man greeted him first and politely nodded his head.

This action was the same as the one Yan Moxiao saw at Mo Donglin. It was as if the men under that man had this kind of attitude. They were clearly of a lower status, but somehow they showed a haughty attitude. Yan Moxiao snorted in disdain.

He did not say anything and only nodded his head. This kind of response was enough. He put down his coffee cup and studied the man in front of him. It did look a bit like Yan Zhixiao – perhaps it was not the most similar shape, but instead a bit of a strange similarity between each movement of his or her hands.

It's not unusual, just like how everyone has all sorts of little habits that are occasionally the same or not quite the same. As for the relationship between this man and Mo Donglin, Yan Moxiao recalled the day when they were playing chess. Then, he suddenly thought of Yan Ruo. If Mo Donglin used the man in front of him as a substitute, then wouldn't he also …

During the time Yan Moxiao had been observing, the man didn't avoid his gaze. He openly accepted the inspection until an impatient expression appeared on Yan Moxiao's face. Then, he walked to the latter's table with his still polite smile.

"I'm Luo Mingdong."

Yan Moxiao raised his eyebrows at his introduction. He wanted to say that he wasn't familiar enough with Mo Donglin to try to get close to his men, but he was too petty. He gently waved his hand and pointed to the opposite side.

"Sit."

Luo Dongming smiled and did not decline, "Thank you."

Yan Moxiao was a bit surprised that Ye Zichen actually sat down.

When Luo Mingdong sat down, he was sure that this man wouldn't talk to him for no reason. However, he couldn't figure out his motive.

"Is Mr. Yan thinking what my purpose is?" Luo Mingdong asked with a smile. Not by Mo Donglin's side, that "submissive" look in Yan Moxiao's eyes also disappeared.

"Just say it directly." Yan Moxiao made an inexplicable guess. He wasn't impatient, he just liked to be straightforward.

Luo Mingdong nodded with a smile, "You are just like the legend, fast words."

He used honorifics. Yan Moxiao seemed to be in a better mood. He picked up the cup of coffee and took a sip. It could also be considered time for Luo Mingdong.

"Does Mr. Yan hate Mo Donglin?"

Yan Moxiao looked up. Luo Mingdong still had the same expression as before, as if he was asking about something of no importance.

"It's very strange." This has something to do with you? "

"This has to do with what I'm going to say to you next." Luo Mingdong reached into his pocket and took out a cigarette. It wasn't in a package but an ordinary black cigarette case. No one could tell what brand it was.

"What do you mean?"

"Very simple." Luo Mingdong took out a cigarette, but put it back and started explaining to Yan Moxiao.

"I want to join hands with Mr. Yan."

Yan Moxiao frowned slightly. He was a little surprised, but also a little amused. He tapped his index finger on the rim of his cup, "Join forces?"

"Yes." Luo Mingdong nodded, "Together, with your financial resources and my cooperation, we can make Mo Donglin completely disappear from this world."

It was an interesting thing, Yan Moxiao admitted, and in the end it sounded tempting. However, the simpler the task sounded, the harder it would be to accomplish. Not to mention, it was proposed by someone close to Mo Donglin.

"If I remember correctly, you are Mo Donglin's man, right?" he asked. Mo Donglin's person wasn't as simple as it sounded.

Luo Mingdong did not deny that Yan Moxiao wanted to find something from the man's face, but the latter just smiled.

"That doesn't mean I won't betray him."

Indeed, it is easy to betray a person, for whatever reason. However, the man in front of him didn't make Yan Moxiao feel that it was just a betrayal of his subordinates.

"What do you want?" Yan Moxiao asked, "His money? Right? "Or …"

Luo Mingdong interrupted him and shook his head, "This is not my goal. I just want him to lose everything slowly, the slower the better... It's like enjoying some kind of process. " Luo Mingdong narrowed his eyes and looked at Yan Moxiao, "So, Mr. Yan, you can have enough time to consider. I can wait."

This was a bit hard to understand. Yan Moxiao didn't want to know if this person had a grudge with Mo Donglin, but his attitude was too weird. The best way to take revenge on a person is to make that person lose everything...

As if he knew what Luo Mingdong was thinking, he smiled, picked up the cigarette box on the table and skillfully pulled one out. After putting it in his mouth, he threw the cigarette onto the table.

Yan Moxiao raised his eyebrows slightly as he saw Ye Zichen's actions.

"Mo Donglin is different. He is not afraid of losing because he has no money and no authority. "Everything he created with all his effort was slowly disintegrated by others. This result was not frightening to him, but the process was torturous."

"You seem to know Mo Donglin very well?" Yan Moxiao suddenly asked.

Lifting his head from the smoke, Luo Mingdong glanced at him. After a long while, he held the cigarette against his forehead and said, "I guess so."

"Why me?" Yan Moxiao asked.

Luo Mingdong didn't answer right away. He took a few puffs and put out the cigarette in the ashtray, then stood up and smiled at him.

"You'll know soon enough."

Looking at his leaving figure, Yan Moxiao was deep in thought. Regardless of their conversation just now, this man's back was really no different to Yan Zhixiao. Perhaps it was because of this that he was able to speak to him calmly up till now.

After Luo Mingdong left, he directly entered the car parked by the roadside. Yan Moxiao watched his car leave and was about to retract his gaze when a figure across the street stopped him in his tracks.

The man on the tricycle seemed to have just returned from delivering his stuff. As he rode, he used a towel on his neck to wipe the sweat off his face. Perhaps because he finished his work, his speed was very slow, as if he was resting.

The glass window next to Yan Moxiao's room looked at his every move. He didn't look too good since they hadn't seen each other for a few days. His face was filled with fatigue. After thinking for a bit, he called the waiter over to settle the bill. Then, he stood up and quickly walked towards the door …