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

When her words fell, the office was completely silent.

The man's deep and calm eyes stared at her like this, as if to look into the depths of her soul.

Chi Huan suddenly retracted his gaze, smiled silently, then turned around and walked towards the door.

The sound of high-heeled footsteps, which was not too loud, seemed particularly clear in this silent space.

She paused at the door, holding the doorknob by hand.

The man behind him still made no sound, and there was no sound of footsteps catching up.

Chi Huan bit her lip and closed her eyes, still feeling disappointed. She opened the door and left the office without looking back.

When they came out, the four people in the secretary's room looked at her in unison, with different expressions and eyes, but no one spoke.

Chi Huan took the elevator down.

After waiting for half a minute, when the elevator door opened, she was about to raise her foot to step in, but in vain saw the woman standing in the elevator.

The eyes met, all staring.

Compared with Chi Huan’s big-name classic coats that cost less than 100,000 or tens of thousands, the same valuable short boots under her feet, and the handbag in her hand, are exquisitely made up because of the invitation of Yao sister. .

And Ji Yu has a work badge hanging around her neck, and she is simple and low-key like college students...Of course, they are all the age of college students, even Chi Huan is actually a year or two younger.

Although she said that she broke up, she also thought that if Mo Shiqian was really with Ji Yu, then it would not be unexpected, but at this time she saw the woman in front of her... stem.

Is he so impatient?

Liang Manyue broke up with the front heel and climbed onto her bed with the back foot.

Before she left the door of his company, did he summon his new love?

Bastard!

When Ji Yu saw her, his eyes widened in shock. He was stunned, and opened his mouth, "Miss Chi..."? Chi Huan's expressionless face, stepping on high heels and walking directly into the elevator.

Ji Yu turned to look at her, just about to talk, Chi Huan was already talking, "If you want to go out, you go out, if you don't go out, then please click on it, and I want to go down."

Chi Huan didn't look at her straight, her face was cold and inaccessible.

After the rainy season, I finally got out of the elevator.

Chi Huan reached out to press the button, and the elevator door slowly closed.

…………

Monsoon knocked on the door of the office.

"Come in."

The low and deep voice is very nice, and Ji Yu's heart shook, making him more nervous for a while.

She opened the door and walked in.

The man stood tall and tall by the desk, with his head down, his handsome face was gloomy, and his hands were sorting the things on the desk—the food that had been taken out was thrown into the trash.

When Ji Yu saw this scene, his original nervous and slightly excited mood was suddenly embarrassed, and his face became pale, "Mo...Mr. Mo..."

Mo Shiqian raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at her, his voice indifferent, "You come to my office during working hours?"

Ji Yu twisted his fingers, "I...I came to intercede for Secretary Chen... It was all my fault, I asked him to trouble him... He also looked at me pitifully and agreed to..."

After the man cleared the desk, he picked up the phone and dialed a number, "An Ke."

"Mr. Mo?"

He closed his eyes slightly and said faintly, "Send Chi Huan back to the villa. She is not allowed to go anywhere before I go back."

An Ke stunned for a moment, not knowing what happened, but still quickly replied, "Okay, I get it."

After hung up the phone and put the phone down, he raised his eyes again, "Who let you in?"

Ji Yu bit her lip, feeling a little at a loss, "It was me... I had to break in... President Mo, if this thing really makes you so angry... I can leave the company and you leave Secretary Chen. Come on, it's not his fault."

Mo Shiqian looked at her indifferently, and said indifferently, "The company's personnel changes, are you an intern qualified to intervene?"

Ji Yu’s tears fell, "He just brought you food for me... As long as it meets your appetite, it is the restaurant or I made it... Is there a big difference? I did not ask for it. What, or what you want, you can treat me as a part-time chef... can't it?"

He opened Secretary Chen, which made her feel more sad and guilty than letting her leave.

There was a thin layer of sneer in the man’s low voice, "Today you like me, so you cook for me. In case you miss me someday, he can also use your skin and reason. I want to poison my food and take it to me. I don’t need to be a secretary like this."

Ji Yu looked at him blankly, he didn't seem to blame her, nor did he say to let her leave the company.

But she still felt that he was really cold, cold to his bones.

He opened his mouth and wanted to refute, but found that there was nothing to say.

At last she could only plead, "I beg you... OK?"

The man only replied a faint saying, "If you don't go out again, I will let the security guard take you out.

The monsoon has no choice but to leave.

She never felt that a man could not say a word of seriousness, just so arrogant, as if nothing could move him.

When she turned around, Mo Shiqian accidentally caught the scar on her finger.

It's not like Chi Huan was burned so badly, except that two or three fingers were covered with band-aids, and he suddenly remembered the few words that Secretary Chen said.

He raised his head and looked at the gloomy sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window, skillfully and unhurriedly took a cigarette out, lit it, and the white smoke quickly blurred the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

He is not like Fengxing. He rarely smoked before. After being with Chi Huan, she didn't like it very much, so he hardly smoked.

After smoking for a while, he picked up the phone again and dialed out.

It took a long time for the phone to get through, and there was a popular lazy tone, "Why don't you accompany your woman to dinner?"

Mo Shiqian narrowed his eyes and asked faintly, "Did you bring her here on purpose?"

Feng Xing grinned, "What on purpose?"

He breathed out a breath of smoke, "It's about the monsoon."

"Does she know?" Fengxing laughed **** the other end. "Listen to your emotions, are you dumped by a woman again?"

Mo Shiqian had a cigarette between his fingers, staring at the scarlet cigarette **** coldly, and said tepidly, "If you are bored, believe it or not, I will get the woman who dumped you and play with you. child?"

"What the **** are you doing when you lose your temper at me? You got dumped by two women, and twice by one woman...Is it instigated by Lao Tzu?" Feng Xing mocked mercilessly, with a smile, "I spent so much money," It's hard to please, you might as well follow Baiyun or Monsoon, anyway, they love you desperately."

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