"By the way, uncle." Lu Yinfeng didn't seem to hear what he said, and suddenly said loudly and confidently, "I seem to have guessed the purpose of your fake marriage with me!"
Mo Nanze was startled for a moment, then looked at the sea and asked softly: "Tell me, let me hear if your guess is accurate."
Lu Yinfeng cleared his throat and began to explain his reasoning.
"You must have heard that Mr. Mo will allocate the Mo family mansion to me in his will. So when you and I get married, the mansion becomes our joint property... After the divorce, you can divide half of it..."
Mo Nanze stared at Lu Yinfeng with a cold face.
Lu Yinfeng's voice also weakened, "If it weren't for this... I really can't think of it."
Mo Nanze faced the light, and the street lights reflected in his pupils shone brightly.
After a long silence, Mo Nanze finally spoke, "He has a rich imagination and is worthy of being a novelist. But I have made it clear that I don't know the contents of the will."
Lu Yinfeng looked slightly disappointed.
She hoped that this was Mo Nanze's purpose, otherwise she would never understand that the indifferent lawyer Mo Nanze would play a fake marriage game with her.
Lu Yinfeng suddenly remembered that she had heard the word "novelist" from Mo Nanze for the second time.
She asked: "Uncle? How do you know?"
Lu Yinfeng was indeed a dabbler author. She wrote a suspense novel during college, which was fortunate enough to be published. The results were pretty good, allowing her to achieve financial freedom at a young age.
Although it is certainly not as rich as the Mo family, it is enough for Lu Yinfeng.
Lu Yinfeng wrote the book under a pen name, and she had never mentioned it to anyone. How did Mo Nanze know about it?
She was puzzled.
However, Mo Nanze didn't intend to answer her.
He turned around and found a flat, wide stone and sat down.
Lu Yinfeng looked at his back and was touched in his heart.
Without saying a word, she found a suitable place to sit on the rock.
The distance between the two is not too far or too close, just right.
The turbulent wind blew their hair away, and they just silently raised their heads and looked at the stars.
"Lu Yinfeng, why did you marry Mo Qianyan in the first place?"
A soft voice drifted into Lu Yinfeng's ears with the wind.
She turned her head and looked at Mo Nanze, finding it hard to believe that he had asked this question.
However, if he hadn't asked, it could only be a ghost.
Lu Yinfeng couldn't help but shudder, and responded jokingly: "Uncle, why are you such a gossip?"
The next second, a suit jacket smelling of mint and jasmine fell from Lu Yinfeng's shoulders.
At some point, Mo Nanze actually sat half a hand away from her.
Lu Yinfeng was not polite, put on his suit jacket, and muttered, "Anyway, you brought me here for a hair dryer. This is what you should do."
Mo Nanze's eyes were filled with an irresistible smile.
"I really want to know." Mo Nanze said again in a low voice.
"Since you asked sincerely, I will tell you mercifully!"
Lu Yinfeng thought of the past and was in a daze for a while.
After a long time, she regained her composure and told the story of how she fell in love with Mo Qianyan.
The story is very cliché.
During Lu Yinfeng's sophomore year, she unfortunately had a car accident late one night outside school.
The driver escaped and she lay desperately in a pool of blood, waiting for death or the arrival of a savior.
Lucky for Lu Yinfeng, she woke up in the hospital three days later.
The nurse told her that a kind person sent her to the hospital and paid all the expenses.
That kind person was none other than the young master of the Mo family.
From then on, the words "young master of the Mo family" were imprinted on Lu Yinfeng's heart.
After she recovered, she searched for the young master of the Mo family on the Internet and met Mo Qianyan.
What's even more coincidental is that Lu Yinfeng's grandfather and Mo Qianyan's grandfather were actually comrades-in-arms.
Through his grandfather's help, Lu Yinfeng and Mo Qianyan got to know each other.
Mo Qianyan no longer remembers Lu Yinfeng, but Lu Yinfeng's gratitude to him gradually changed and slowly turned into love.
As for the two of them getting married at Mo Qingfeng's strong request, that's a story for another day.
"Uncle, you already know what happened next, so you don't need me to repeat it." Lu Yinfeng hugged his knees and said angrily.
Mo Nanze's eyes suddenly became very cold, and he looked into the distance, silent.
Lu Yinfeng couldn't guess what he was thinking and didn't dare to interrupt rashly.
He stood up suddenly and walked towards the car.
Lu Yinfeng was afraid that he would leave him behind, so he quickly stood up and followed him.
"Uncle! Uncle! Wait for me!" Lu Yinfeng shouted.
However, Mo Nanze seemed to be doing it on purpose, taking long steps and quickly distanced himself from Lu Yinfeng.
Lu Yinfeng looked at Mo Nanze's indifferent back, and later realized that Mo Nanze seemed to be angry.
ah? what happened? Did I just say something wrong? Lu Yinfeng felt baffled.
She stopped and stopped chasing Mo Nanze.
This uncle is so... fickle!
It doesn't matter, the worst case scenario is that I'll just sleep on this rocky beach all night and watch the social news tomorrow morning. Lu Yinfeng thought in despair, then sat cross-legged on the spot.
The small and sharp gravel stung her skin painfully, but she didn't mind it.
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six...
Lu Yinfeng counted down silently in his heart.
Before I could finish counting, the rustling sound of stepping on sand could be heard in my ears.
Before Lu Yinfeng could feel happy, he suddenly felt someone lifting him up from behind and holding him up hard.
By the time Lu Yinfeng reacted, she was already being held on Mo Nanze's shoulders.
"Uncle! Uncle!" Lu Yinfeng exclaimed and slapped Mo Nanze on the shoulder, "Put me down! I can walk by myself!"
She was just being petty, betting that Mo Nanze wouldn't really leave her alone, but she didn't expect that Mo Nanze would take care of her like this.
Mo Nanze threw Lu Yinfeng into the back seat of the car and said coldly: "Having a temper like a child is not childish. Did you treat Mo Qianyan like this before?"
From Lu Yinfeng's perspective, Mo Nanze was facing away from the light, his face shrouded in shadow, and his expression could not be seen clearly.
She was furious, but she retorted harshly, "Obviously you lost your temper first, you are childish!"
Lu Yinfeng felt unhappy when he mentioned Mo Qianyan.
In order to play the role of Mo Qianyan's wife, she suppressed herself and made herself appear mature, gentle, and generous, so as not to embarrass him.
Now that I think about it, it was all in vain.
Lu Yinfeng continued to complain, "We were having a good chat just now, but you suddenly wanted to walk back, and you ignored me when I called you!"
She complained quite a lot about Mo Nanze's behavior.
"Don't do this next time!" Lu Yinfeng said like an order.
Mo Nanze was stunned for a long time, apologized in a low voice, and then closed the car door forcefully.
He quickly returned to the driver's seat, started the car, turned around and sped off.
Lu Yinfeng was confused by his series of actions, but he could also see his serious and sullen expression in the reflector.
Terrible and untouchable.
Lu Yinfeng huddled in the back seat and fell silent.
The Mo family is very strange.
Lu Yinfeng has been dealing with the Mo family for more than three years, and he thinks he has a good understanding of the Mo family's temperament.
In Mochuan City, most of the people who look good-looking, look conceited and look down on everyone equally are those with the surname Mo.
But now, Lu Yinfeng suddenly had a new perspective.
Mo Nanze is much weirder than the Mo family. This may be the so-called skill is better than skill.
Lu Yinfeng finally settled in the pink room in Mo Nanze's house.
In this room, Lu Yinfeng had a very comfortable sleep. When she woke up the next day, she walked out of the room and bumped into a woman.
The woman has a hot figure, and a classic OL suit outlines her exquisite figure.
She has a top-notch figure, and her face is also top-notch. Her facial features are bright and gorgeous, and she is as delicate as a model in an advertising poster.
When she saw Lu Yinfeng, she was also shocked and asked, "Who are you? Why are you at Nanze's house?"
Nanze... Lu Yinfeng tried to get a glimpse of this woman's identity from this intimate title.
"Ha." The woman smiled contemptuously, "Nan Ze is a man after all, and some needs are normal. Here is your reward, no need to look for it. Get dressed and leave now!"
Before Lu Yinfeng could react, a wad of banknotes was inexplicably stuffed into his hand.
