Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Master Mo's voice also paused at the same time, and the voice turned in the direction, as if looking back at the person who had just walked in.

“Are you, Ann?” Grandpa Mo asked.

Secretary An nodded with all due respect to Old Mo: “Hello Grandpa Mo, I haven't seen you for a few years, your old man has always looked so healthy. ”

Grandpa Mo nodded with a smile: "Last time I saw this girl, she was in America? I heard you were back home the other day. I didn't know it was true. How's your father and grandfather doing? ”

Secretary An smiled: “They are all fine, but my grandfather is not as tough as you are. Where do you look like someone who is 80 years old? You must be a lot of people who believe you when you are 60. ”

“Ha ha, the kid is still so talkative! Hey, the granddaughter of the An family has grown up so much, the years are really not around people.” Master Mo is very used to this phrase and is in a great mood for laughter: “You have been working for Shine in the United States for more than a year. I hear you have always been good at your job. Things are strict and decisive. You are also a high-calibre Harvard graduate. How could you suddenly be transferred to China by your uncle Mo? Joined Jing Shen's company? ”

Secretary An still maintained a moderate smile: “This is what Uncle Mo meant. Although Mo's Group is not part of the Mo's company system, it is also the most influential company in the country. Everywhere it is sharpened. Since Uncle Mo sent me back, I came directly. ”

“Oh, what does Uncle Mo mean?” Master Mo's tone suddenly became a little shallow, with a faint pause.

Secretary An nodded: “When I came to the company, President Mo was on a business trip to England. Uncle Mo arranged for me to come in, so I saved a few handover procedures from the HR department, and only yesterday afternoon did I get a chance to see President Mo. ”

Ji Wen was under the desk and heard that the new secretary named An Yan seemed to be familiar with the Mo family, but still had a good relationship.

But she said she was sent home by Uncle Mo...

Uncle Mo?

Who else could Uncle Mo be in the Shine group?

Mo Jingshen's parents have not been in the country for many years. Shine Group has also been in power by Mo Jingshen's father, Mo Shao. Six months ago, when they married, only Mo Jingshen's mother flew home to see for herself her daughter-in-law, but Mo Shao never even met her face.

So the so-called Uncle Mo in Secretary An's mouth, also called the familiar Uncle Mo, should be Mo Shaozhe.

Deliberately sending the daughter of a socialist back to China and also to Mo Jingshen. This... wouldn't the meaning of this be too obvious?

Seasonal warmth raised her eyes and looked at the depth of the ink that remained silent and sat behind the desk without an insertion.

Seeing the warm “hot” sight of the season, Mo Jing looked at the table with a deep glance, his eyebrows were deep and calm, and he could not see what thoughts and plans he had for this hard-covered secretary.

When we first got married, Grandpa Mo was the one who insisted that Season Warm marry us. He was also the most painful and protective of Season Warm in Mo's family. But Mo Jingshen's father never showed up. I don't know if Shine was too busy or had any ideas.

Now, because of a woman's sensitive perception, Seasonal Warm realized that she did not seem to have ever been recognized as a daughter-in-law by Mo Jingshen's father.

Grandpa Mo talked to Secretary An again, but what he talked about afterwards, and Seasonal Warm hardly listened.

She has been watching Mojing Deep at her desk, and Mojing Deep has always just listened to their conversation, faintly silent.

Until Secretary An stepped back because he still had work to do, Master Mo stood in the office quietly and suddenly asked: “Jing Shen, what do you think? ”

Mojing snapped his lips cold and cold: “What do I think? ”

“Your father wanted to make a mistake with me, knowing that Ji Wen had been married for such a long time, but he still didn't want to die. He wanted to marry this girl from An Shuyan to you.” Old Master Mo's words were somewhat unhappy: “Now he brings people directly and explicitly from the United States, making it clear that he didn't see my favorite granddaughter-in-law. ”

“Although this Ann's maid is really nice, I saw her a few times when she was a child, but you have not been very interested in Ann's words. It is not cold, and I have not intended to force her to do so.” Master Mo sighed: “I hope Seasonwarm's girl doesn't know about this, otherwise if she thinks about anything more, I may not be able to hold my great-grandson for a while. ”

Mojing frowned deeply and smiled with some deep meaning.

People are sitting under the table, how can they not know.

Seasonal warmth: "…”

She did think about it, but not too negative.

But it's just a secretary stuffed from the United States. It's not like it was sent to Mo Jingdeep's bed. Even if it was actually sent to bed, he wouldn't sleep. What's she thinking?

“I have to go back and call your father, he's old enough to feel his wings are hard enough to ignore even my granddaughter-in-law! I had to scold him!” Master Mo stood on his cane and walked out, and his angry head didn't return.

Mo Jingdeep didn't stop him, hooked his lips, and at the moment when the quiet was restored in the office, he glanced at the little woman who slowly swallowed out of the table.

“How's the air down there? ”

Ink landscape sat casually on the leather chair behind the desk, lazily leaning back, lifting his hands loose the collar of the shirt, with a smile in his eyes.

When Seasonal Warm drilled out, he stood up and said, "Your desk is definitely made of pure, high-end solid wood. It doesn't smell like glue or formaldehyde at all. It's pretty good. ”

MojingDeep Eyebrow: “That's it? ”

“Otherwise?” Seasonal warmth lifted her hand and tidied her clothes a little messy because of the action she had just taken.

She can't say that just now, under the desk, every time she lifts her head, she can first face the legs deep in ink...

He wasn't sitting tight, he was casual, he didn't have his legs stacked, but he was slightly separated, his legs wrapped in trousers were long and sturdy, but every time she lifted her eyes, the first purpose was him... the position between her legs...

The warm eyes of the season floated, Mojing smiled softly: "Why are you hiding so far away? Come here."

Seasonal Warm pulled his coat off and didn't make it.

Mo Jing got up and walked up to her and looked down at a little woman with more than one head shorter than her: "Mind? ”

“I said no, would you believe it? ”

Not thinking too much doesn't mean you don't mind.

His dark, faint eyes looked at her intelligent, but intolerable, slightly emotional look, and he lifted his hand and squeezed it in her snow-white ear without any earrings.

The season shuddered unexpectedly.

Nor did he know whether he intended it or not, but his fingers swept past a sensitive point behind her ear, and she glanced up at him.