Loved By An Older Man

1238 The Real President Mo?

She only felt a sudden sense of uneasiness in her heart. She felt that if this matter was really targeted at her and Mo Long, then the people around them would probably be implicated as well.

Then the person in the most danger now was Teng Yi. He wasn’t in Hu but in Qingcheng, far away from here. If something really happened, she and Mo Long wouldn’t be able to rush over immediately to resolve it.

Mo Long also sensed the danger of this matter and didn’t plan on letting Teng Yi stay in Qingcheng any longer. Therefore, he sent a message to Teng Yi, telling him to give up the investigation and return to Hucheng quickly.

But Mo Long and Jiang Yu kept waiting until midnight, but they still didn’t receive a reply from Teng Yi.

“Is Teng Yi … Did something happen?” Jiang Yu was a little scared. “Or did he not see the message?”

“.. I don’t think he saw it.” Mo Long consoled Jiang Yu.

However, even he did not believe his own words.

Because when Teng Yi left for Qingcheng, Mo Long specifically told him to always carry his phone with him. Even if he couldn’t answer the phone, he had to reply when he saw the message.

However, they had already waited for a few hours and Teng Yi still hadn’t replied. This made Jiang Yu and Mo Long a little worried.

In reality, it wasn’t that Teng Yi didn’t want to reply, but that he couldn’t.

He was cleaning a villa and was wearing a servant’s uniform.

Not long after, a man in a sleeping robe came down from upstairs with a glass of red wine in his hand and a beautiful woman in his arms.

The man went downstairs and saw that Teng Yi was still cleaning. “Go and rest, don’t tire yourself out. You’re my most capable Secretary, so I had no choice but to let you do this.”

Teng Yi wiped the sweat off his forehead and said, it’s fine. As President Mo’s Secretary, I’ll be there whenever you need me.

This man was the fake Mo Long who had only appeared recently.

After he left Jiang Yu’s place, he took a plane back to Qingcheng. At the same time, there was information that true Mo Long’s Secretary, Teng Yi, had arrived in Qingcheng. He seemed to be investigating something.

Therefore, the fake Mo Long used this skin to hack into Teng Yi’s phone and called him here.

The fake Mo Long originally wanted to kill Teng Yi directly, but the people above said that he was still useful. Maybe he could be used to restrain the real Mo Long in the future. Therefore, the fake Mo Long let Teng Yi live and let him do some cleaning work here.

At the same time, they confiscated his phone because the fake Mo Long was worried that Teng Yi would contact the real Mo Long.

Although Teng Yi felt strange, his years of loyalty made him hand over the phone without hesitation.

At this time, the fake Mo Long let Teng Yi rest, while he sat on the sofa with the beauty in his arms, whispering sweet nothings to each other.

Seeing this, Teng Yi couldn’t help but ask, “President Mo, you and Madam … Did you have a fight?”

The fake Mo Long didn’t know who the “Madam” Teng Yi was talking about was.

“Madam? Who is it?”

Teng Yi felt it was strange but still answered honestly, “Jiang Yu.”

The fake Mo Long finally reacted and said, “Xiao Yu, she’s still busy at the company. I bought this villa to give it to her. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have rushed to Qingcheng in such a hurry.”

Teng Yi looked at the man in front of him and felt that he was just wearing Mo Long’s skin. Under this skin was probably a soul that had already changed.

Teng Yi thought of a question and asked, “What about the villa that Madam bought before? The agent said that Madam still has 20 million Yuan to pay. Do you want to pay the final amount for Madam?”

The fake Mo Long was shocked and almost spat out the red wine in his mouth.

She was still short of 20 million? What did Jiang Yu buy that was so expensive?

However, he still pretended to be calm and said, “it doesn’t matter. You don’t need to worry about this. It’s only twenty million, Xiao Yu can make up for it herself, there’s no need for me to worry.”

“Yes, President Mo.” Teng Yi’s eyes darkened. “Then I’ll go rest. If you need anything, please call me.”

“I know.”

Teng Yi left and returned to the room that the fake Mo Long had specially arranged for him.

Teng Yi started to suspect the man.

The man only had the same face as Mo Long, but the way he conducted himself was completely different from how Mo Long usually was. Whether it was the way he addressed Jiang Yu, the answer to the question, or the beauty in his arms.