Cool CEO's Exclusive Love

0"Xiaojun, I'm sorry. I want to be alone." Hai Qingqing strode away with Mo Xiaojun on her back, not daring to look back at him. She saw him trying so hard to help Xia Yihan, and she didn't believe him when he said that he didn't like Xia Yihan.    

    

Looking at his lonely back, Mo Xiaojun chased up and said, "I'm worried about you."    

    

"I'll take a taxi." Hai Qingqing didn't turn around to look at Mo Xiaojun. Even though there were many voices in the crowd, she could clearly hear Mo Xiaojun's words. Could it be that he had deep feelings for her?    

    

Today, when the two of them came out, they were both carrying a stroll in their hearts and didn't drive.    

    

Mo Xiaojun opened his mouth wanting to say something, but Hai Qingqing seemed to know what he meant and kept shaking her head. Coincidentally, an empty taxi arrived not far away. Hai Qingqing waved her hand heavily and left in a car in front of Mo Xiaojun.    

    

Mo Xiaojun stood alone in the crowd, not knowing what to think. For a very long time, Mo Xiaojun thought a century had passed. As he looked at the passing cars, Mo Xiaojun crossed his arms. It seemed that winter had not passed yet.    

    

Hai Qingqing didn't even receive her phone call. Mo Xiaojun didn't hear the first call and continued to wander aimlessly. On the second call, he looked at a woman's clothing store with a blank expression, the clothes inside were limited edition. Xia Yihan's clothes were bought here.    

    

Mo Xiaojun had just entered the women's clothing store. Last time, he heard from Hai Qingqing that Ye Zimo bought Yihan's clothes here. A clerk wearing a uniform came over as soon as she saw customers. A perfect and impeccable smile was displayed on her face.    

    

"Sir, what kind of clothes do you want to buy?"    

    

"I want this one. It's exactly the same." Mo Xiaojun took out his cell phone and opened the door to find Xia Yihan wearing her clothes. She had a warm expression on her face.    

    

The female shop assistant looked at the clothes and said apologetically, "Sorry, sir, this is limited edition clothes, there are only two of them this year. One was bought by Mr. Ye Zimo and the other was bought by a Mr. A’san."    

    

"Are you sure there are only these two?" Mo Xiaojun asked uncertainly. He was too excited, so his voice was out of tune.    

    

The female shop assistant didn't know why Mo Xiaojun was so excited, she thought Mo Xiaojun thought she was being dishonest and said in dissatisfaction: "Sir, our brand doesn't care, that A’san came to buy clothes a month ago, this clothes haven't been mass-produced yet, so they probably won't be either."    

    

"I'm sorry, I don't doubt your intentions. Is that A’san swiping his card? Can you tell me where he comes from? I want to buy it from him. " Mo Xiaojun started to lie. There were only two things, he never believed that Xia Yihan was the murderer. Recalling the information Ye Zimo gave him, Mo Xiaojun firmly believed that the clothes were not Xia Yihan's.    

    

"Sir, I'm sorry, that A’san is purchasing in cash, and his service information is all blank. "But there's a mole on the left side of his face." The clerk remembered that weird A’san, when he entered the shop, the mole on his face was very obvious, so she didn't care what others thought of him. She went straight to him and took out her phone to ask for the same clothes, as if it was the same action as the man in front of her.    

    

For the customers who bought clothes here, they would leave their service information. If there was a problem, the store would provide free service. The customer information that A’san handed over would be blank.    

    

Limited edition clothes were not something that could be bought with just a few thousand yuan. Other people only used their card to buy clothes, yet he actually paid in cash. He was truly a strange person. The female shop assistant found it funny when she thought about it.    

    

"Thank you. I'll come back another day to buy clothes." Mo Xiaojun, who walked out of the store, started thinking about the female shop assistant. There must be something wrong with buying limited edition clothes with cash.    

    

It seemed like Ye Zimo was going to look into this issue. His business was better than his. For the sake of Yihan coming out earlier, Mo Xiaojun decided to look for Ye Zimo.    

    

It was already ten o'clock at night when Mo Xiaojun found Ye Zimo. He didn't want to waste any time.    

    

"You're looking for me?" Ye Zimo stood at the entrance of the hospital and looked at the burning Mo Xiaojun. "Is there a problem with Zhong Yuquan?"    

    

You think I'm looking for you? Mo Xiaojun glanced at Ye Zimo. There were people everywhere in the hospital. He thought for a while and expressed his thoughts, "Not only are there a lot of people here, it's better to find a place with fewer people."    

    

Ye Zimo looked at the beads of sweat on Mo Xiaojun's forehead that sparkled under the street light. It must be something serious, so she nodded and got into the car with Mo Xiaojun.    

    

"Dahui, take care of Ye Zhengheng at the hospital." After conveying her intentions to Lin Dahui outside the car, Ye Zimo started the car and drove away.    

    

Ye Zimo brought Mo Xiaojun to her living quarters and closed the door.    

    

"You can say it now." Ye Zimo gestured for Mo Xiaojun to sit down.    

    

"Sofia and I will be out at six this afternoon." You want to spend more time with Hai Qingqing, but Ye Zimo didn't say it out loud.    

    

"Go on." Ye Zimo nodded, signaling Mo Xiaojun to continue.    

    

Mo Xiaojun spoke with a serious face and the atmosphere suddenly became heavy.    

    

"After Qingqing came home, I wandered around aimlessly." When Ye Zimo heard this, her frown disappeared.    

    

I heard Yihan say that she really liked that dress, so I asked if there were others in the same shop. She told me that there were only two pieces of this dress, one was for you and the other was bought by a guy called A’san.    

    

At this moment, Ye Zimo's face turned dark. I will buy Xia Yihan's clothes, who wants you to buy it.    

    

Looking at Ye Zimo's face, which was comparable to that of Gong Bao, Mo Xiaojun knew that the First Prince Ye was jealous again.    

    

You will definitely be annoyed, the other item is bought by someone else and isn't a big deal, so you don't have to make such a big fuss about it, but what's strange is that here, when that A’san bought the clothes, he directly gave the clerk a photo. I remember that there's a description of this store on your profile, and the clothes are all filled in with service information. Mo Xiaojun looked at Ye Zimo with a serious expression. He believed that Ye Zimo would think the same way as him.    

    

Ye Zimo recalled that when she bought the clothes, she had joked with Xia Yihan to carry the money on her back to buy them. The two of them packed a big bag of money.    

    

Payment without card, buyer without information. A’san thought it was a fake name, so the problem was hard to solve.    

    

"Oh right, that female shop assistant said that there is a large mole on the left side of A’san's face. This is his only sign, right?" Mo Xiaojun recalled the female shop assistant's words. It seemed like it wasn't impossible to find A’san.    

    

"Mhmm, I will send people to find A’san and that shirt." Ye Zimo nodded her head to express her thoughts. He remembered Xia Yihan telling him last night that the piece of clothing was not his, as evidence, it must still be in the police station. The other piece of clothing must still be in some corner, with one piece of evidence to be upended.    

    

"Do you want to rest here or go back?" Ye Zimo looked at the time and saw that it was eleven o'clock. She asked Mo Xiaojun to stay. Mo Xiaojun was her rival in love, but Mo Xiaojun gave him a familiar feeling. Even Yan Qingyan didn't have such a feeling.    

    

"Let's go back." Mo Xiaojun strode out, leaving Ye Zimo only two words, plus a slightly thin back.    

    

Ye Zimo chased after Mo Xiaojun with big strides.    

    

"Car key, go home early and study Yihan's case." Ye Zimo saw that Mo Xiaojun didn't want to pick up the car, so she told him the reason. He also didn't know why he let Mo Xiaojun drive.    

    

After sending off Wu Tie, Ye Zimo sent a message to a man with a mole on the left side of his face. Ye Zimo looked at her phone with a fox-like smile, wondering what was going on with Hai Zhixuan.    

    

At this moment, Hai Zhixuan was at Sister Soong's home. He carefully rummaged through the house, hoping to find something useful.    

    

Sister Soong's two children had already been moved out of here.    

    

Hai Zhixuan walked into Sister Soong's bedroom with a flashlight.    

    

The bed in the bedroom was still there, the books had almost been taken away. Hai Zhixuan looked at the magazine in the corner and picked it up carefully. He shook off the dust on it and started flipping through the magazines.    

    

Hai Zhixuan looked through every corner with the magazine, but he didn't see anything that could help the case.    

    

He threw the book on the floor and slumped on the bed. The place he sat was the place where the pillow was placed. Hai Zhixuan noticed something different under the bed when he moved the pillow after looking for something.    

    

He narrowed his eyes and put away the flashlight, then gently lifted up the bed. There was a scratch on the bed, and he carefully reached his hand in. There was a Audio Recorder inside.    

    

That's right, Hai Zhixuan picked up the pen and prepared to leave. When he raised his feet, he saw two pieces of paper lying quietly under his feet: the shopping list, look at the date. This is the shopping list from a few days before Sister Soong died.    

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Hai Zhixuan carefully compared the two pieces of paper. One of them was an exercise book, while the other was 15 books. It seemed like the two pieces of paper could tell what Sister Soong was missing.    

    

The black type pen was missing. The shopping list was not bought. Instead, he bought a blue pen.    

    

Hai Zhixuan carefully walked out of Sister Soong's house with his Audio Recorder and the shopping list and shopping list ready. It seemed like he couldn't get her to come out alone.    

    

It was getting late. Hai Zhixuan had succeeded in his scheme and dialed Ye Zimo's number. If he wanted to be together with Yihan, he had to pay a price.    

    

"Ye Zimo, I found something interesting. As for what it is, let's not talk about it first. Oh right, calling you so late at night is in hopes that you can find your father. Old Man Li, take Zhong Yuquan out for a drink. You will be responsible for finding what we need at his place." Hai Zhixuan might not be able to take Zhong Yuquan away by himself. With Ye Haorann and maybe Zhong Yuquan not leaving, plus Lee Mingjun, Zhong Yuquan would not want to go, and he would have to give face to everyone. Lee Mingjun had power, and he did not dare to offend him. Zhong Yuquan, you shouldn't have designed Yihan.    

    

"Right, as for what you can find, that will depend on how strong you are." Hai Zhixuan passed the words with a provocative tone to Ye Zimo.    

    

Hearing Hai Zhixuan's words, Ye Zimo looked dangerously at the other sitting lawyers as she coldly replied to Hai Zhixuan.    

    

"I won't let you down, no, Yihan won't let me down." Ye Zimo hung up the phone without showing any signs of weakness and continued her conversation. "Hai Zhixuan, you no longer have the chance, I will definitely catch Yihan."