Young Master Mo’s Gentle Kiss: Wife, Won’t You Accept It?

Mo Shiqian led her into the office and closed the door smoothly.

"Come to me specially, something?"

Chi Huan looked up at him, and she realized that this man was originally so suitable for wearing a suit... In fact, it was not a particularly formal one. There were even two unbuttoned shirt buttons.

But this shirt and trousers blend seamlessly with this business-looking office, as if he originally belonged to this place.

"Oh, I met Fengxing when I went to 1999. He saw me alone, so he brought me over to meet you for dinner."

She said so, but he didn't ask much, just whispered in a low voice, "I have not finished a little bit, wait for me for half an hour, eh?"

Chi Huan glanced at the sofa against the wall, "Okay."

She sat on the sofa, looking boredly at the man's office.

This style...is exactly the same as the decoration of his Xishan Mansion. She is probably an interior designer.

In less than a minute, the female secretary brought a cup of tea and brought it in, "Miss Chi, your tea."

Chi Huan answered casually, "Okay, thank you."

The female secretary looked at her with complicated eyes, then got up and took the door out.

Less than ten minutes later, the office door was knocked again.

"Come in."

Chi Huan was originally standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city landscape below. She didn't care much when a secretary came in. She didn't care much until she heard the male secretary who had blocked her speak, "Mr. Mo, I brought you your lunch. ?"

"Just leave it."

lunch?

Isn't he going to eat with her?

She turned around to meet the secretary's eyes looking at her, but quickly retracted it and turned out of the office.

Chi Huan pursed her lips and said unhappily, "Aren't you going out to eat with me?"

She had waited so long, and she hadn't seen him say it earlier.

The man typing on the keyboard looked up at her, then glanced at the thermos box the secretary was laying on the side of the desk, "Just keep this. The secretary will order lunch for me every day. See what you want to eat. I will bring it later. You go over."

"Oh."

Mo Shiqian continued to work with his head down, staring intently at the notebook screen, calm and meticulous.

Chi Huan suddenly remembered something that had been said badly-serious men are the most attractive.

About to withdraw her gaze, she accidentally glanced at the incubator, her eyes were startled, and she lifted her foot and walked over.

It's a silver insulated box, like the one bought in a shopping mall... If she was in Lancheng when she was filming, the servants of the Chi family would sometimes give her meals, and they used similar insulated boxes.

She picked it up and turned around, without any signs of merchants.

Raise your wrist again to see the time...just after five o'clock at 11 o'clock, according to the working hours of nine to five, is it too early for lunch at this point?

"Your lunch... where did the secretary order it from?"

"Restaurant nearby."

"Is this one every day? It's still fixed."

"Well, fixed."

Chi Huan put down the heat preservation box, unscrewed the lid, and the egg smell was very strong.

The first layer is omelette, and it is...smiling omelette.

She remembers that You Ran also likes to make fun of smiling faces on fried eggs. The little girl likes things that are also a kind of fun.

She took out the dishes layer by layer.

Eggs, small fried beef, rib soup, fried potato shreds, shrimp...

Smell the taste, have a great appetite, look at the presentation... Very homely, rich in content but also homely.

The meals you cook at home, unless you have studied cooking seriously and systematically, there is always a discernible difference between the meals you make and the professional chefs in the hotel restaurant.

Chi Huan looked down at the man who was still working hard, pursing his lips and asked faintly, "Which restaurant did you order this meal?"

"Secretary Chen is in charge," Mo Shiqian raised his eyes and watched her "disassemble" all the insulation boxes. "Do you want to go to this restaurant to eat?"

"Well, it looks delicious."

"Okay, I will ask him later."

Chi Huan looked down and put his fingers on the desk top, "You are so busy, otherwise you can ask him to order another one to be delivered. The same is true for us to eat here. Your office environment is good, and your vision is great."

Mo Shiqian frowned, "I will take you out to eat."

Although he usually eats in the office at noon, she deliberately comes to find him to have a meal together-although he doesn't pay much attention to form, the two of them in the office seem too casual.

Chi Huan picked up the soup ladle, took a sip of the soup and drank it, "But I'm hungry."

The man sighed in a low voice, "I will take you to eat now?"

"But I just want to eat this, it looks so delicious."

Mo Shiqian watched her biting the spoon and looking at him. He looked at each other for several seconds before he said, "Then you eat first, and I will ask Secretary Chen to send another one, eh?"

She nodded.

The man reached out and pressed the inside line and called the secretary outside, "Order another same lunch, and then bring a chair in."

After that, he hung up.

Chi Huan lowered his head and slowly drank the soup. It should have a delicious taste, because it looked like this, but it seemed that there was no specific taste.

Secretary Chen opened the door after a while. It was the male secretary just now.

He frowned when he saw Chi Huan eating Mo Shiqian's lunch, but he didn't show anything clearly, but said in embarrassment, "President Mo..."

The man raised his head and frowned, "Where is the chair?"

Secretary Chen knew that he wanted a chair for Chi Huan to sit on, "I'll bring it in soon... I just wanted to ask, this restaurant seems to be very busy now, if you order now, you might have to wait an hour or two. , President Mo, can I change the restaurant today?"

peak?

Is the peak time before eleven thirty?

Chi Huan dropped the spoon, raised her red lips, and looked over without a smile, "What restaurant business is so good?"

"Yes... a small restaurant nearby, not very famous, but the chef's skill is good."

Her tone rose, "Unknown, there are names too?"

Secretary Chen looked at her, "This...I don't remember what it was called. I always contacted their front desk phone..."

"Then you call."

Chi Huan interrupted him directly, and his voice had changed from cold to cold.

Secretary Chen looked at her with dissatisfaction and tension on his face, and he looked at Mo Shiqian embarrassedly, "Mr. Mo..."

Mo Shiqian was tepid and indifferent, "If she asks you to call, just call. It's difficult to make a call?"

"Miss Chi... other restaurants also have good flavors, so there is no need to order the same."

"I want the same, have a problem?"

Seeing that the man didn't mean to speak, Secretary Chen had to bite the bullet and said, "It's okay...but it may take a long time to wait. I'll just go out."

The woman's voice interrupted him coldly, "Just hit here."

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