The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex

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The security guard first stared, staring at the pile of money tightly, feeling heavy in his hands.

He looked at Mo Yixuan in front of him. After taking a serious look, he found that this man looks like a big boss and seems to be rich. The suit he wears looks very expensive, at least several tens of thousands of sets Right.

Such people should not be bad people, they don't look like them.

In this case, he told her that the address of a teacher was nothing, and he did not disclose any secrets.

The security guard was thinking. Soon, he smiled friendly.

"Wait a minute, I will help you." He laughed, and then made several phone calls.

About ten minutes later, he walked to his desk, took out a pen and paper, and wrote down an address to Mo Yixuan.

Mo Yixuan took the note, said thank you, and drove nonstop to the address on the note.

1902, Building 15, Lishuiwan Nanyuan, Dongsi Road, Mingshan District.

Mo Yixuan quickly arrived in this neighborhood.

"Hmm ..." He knocked on the door in 1902, and the bell rang a few times.

At this moment his heart was also knocking like this, very urgent, and he could even hear the sound of his "bang-bang" heartbeat.

He was silent in his heart: it must be her, it must be.

Seeing that no one came to open the door, he knocked again.

But the door didn't open.

Maybe I haven't returned or have a nap after going out. Mo Yixuan was thinking.

It's okay to go out, he can wait for her to come back. He can also wait for her to wake up after falling asleep.

An hour, two hours, four or five hours passed, and the door remained open.

At this moment the elevator door was opened not far away.

Mo Yixuan's heart tightened, he looked excitedly towards the elevator, his eyes filled with that longing.

But to his disappointment, it wasn't the person he wanted to see, but an old couple who looked over sixty years old.

Mo Yixuan watched the pair of old men walk to 1903 next to 1902.

Is a neighbor?

Mo Yixuan froze. Then, he thought about something, frowned slightly, and hurried forward to hold one of them.

"Auntie, can you ask if you live with a girl next door? Her surname is Chen." Mo Yixuan asked anxiously.

He should have thought that the security guard might have tricked him into giving an address casually, maybe the house at that address was not occupied at all.

The two old men stopped and looked at the young man in doubt, a young man they had never seen before, and spoke a mandarin, not Mingcheng native language. But looking at the young man looks good, and he looks like a serious person.

"The next-door resident is Chen, but it's just a couple. Why are you looking for them?" The aunt asked, puzzled.

His eyes looked at the man in front of him again.

"Couple?"

Mo Yixuan froze. When he heard the word, his ears buzzed and his heart seemed to be struck by a rope.

"They went back to their hometown today. They are expected to return after the Spring Festival. Who are they?" The old man asked again, looking at Mo Yixuan with a hint of doubt and suspicion.

"I ..." Mo Yixuan paused for a moment, and he was still thinking about the word husband and wife in the old man's mouth.

"Yeah, who are they? Are they not on their phone?" The old man's wife stepped forward and looked at Mo Yixuan with great confusion.