Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Out of the office, Ji Wen still wondered if Grandpa Mo and Mo Jingshen's father would have a vicious battle recently, and didn't know who won or lost the “granddaughter-in-law" battle between the old man and his son.

But it seems that the key to this fundamental victory lies deep in Ink View.

Just thinking, suddenly Ink dragged her wrist deep into the direction of the elevator, she glanced at the female employee who was passing by and looked at this direction with envy and surprise.

Isn't it too high-profile for Soon Love to be so direct at work?

Seasonal warmth wanted to pull her hand out, but Mojing deepened the grip on her hand, not giving her a chance to disengage.

Coming up to the exclusive elevator, I saw female employees over there whispering with care, but I couldn't hear what they were whispering.

How could she know that anyone in the company would not be shocked to see this scene?

President Mo is in the company, saying that he is not too cold, employees are fearful and afraid of making a slight mistake in front of the president. After all, Mo's is not such a good place to stay. No one can hang around here. President Mo has never been so patient and friendly in the company. He will not be easily angry, but he is definitely not that good to talk to. President Mo in everyone's heart, apart from being cold, is still cold...

But who would have thought that President Mo would spoil his wife so much?

Mo always looked at the gentle smile of the season warmth, and it was killing me...

“General Mo.” Just as the proprietary elevator stopped on the top floor, the door was not open and the voice of Secretary An suddenly came next to it.

When Seasonal Warm heard the voice, she turned her head and looked at her one step at a time.

Secretary An stared directly at Mo Jingdeep.

The ink depth did not turn back, and the voice was shallow and cold: “What is it? ”

“You have a meeting with the president of the DC Group at 2: 00 p.m. and go to the conference room at 4: 00 p.m. to hear the monthly summary of the Treasury Department. Are you going out now? Does that require me to move your afternoon itinerary to tomorrow? ”

An Yan's eyes didn't blink and looked at the depth of Mo Jing. During this time, he didn't go to see the season warm again.

Mo Jing spoke softly: “DC's meeting moves to tomorrow morning, and I'll be back at the office by 4: 00. ”

The expression of An Yan remained the same, but was a gentle reminder: “But President Mo, the boss of DC Group has been seeing you for more than a month, so I finally got the first approval, I can finally talk to you personally today...”

Seasonal warmth was deep in the ink scene with a low voice that only he could hear: “If anything happens this afternoon, you'll be busy first. I was just talking about a hot pot, not that I have to eat it. ”

As soon as the voice fell, his palm was squeezed by his voice, and her hand was held in his hand.

Seasonal warmth hasn't said anything.

The secretary said his “busy” this afternoon in such detail that she didn't believe what she was trying to hear.

Although the secretary is the secretary, but Mo Jingshen is the person in charge of the company. He has mastery of everything himself. If Mo Jingshen doesn't feel it is necessary to give the company too much face, Ji Wen is also very conscious of not saying much.

“President Mo, it's almost 2 o'clock, if you don't have anything important to do, wait for DC people to see before coming out...” Anshu Yan is still a formulaic tone, his eyes still stare at Mo Jing-deep's side face.

The ink scene is natural and ordinary, with a faint tone: “The season is warm and hungry, can't wait. ”

Very understated attitude.

Seasonal warmth smiled silently and wanted to strangle him.

She's not hungry. She can't wait!

She shrugged silently and did not go to strangle him. Her eyes stopped looking at Secretary An. She stabbed him in the palm with her fingernails, but replaced him with a tighter grip.

Anshu Yan paused, his face was calm, he nodded slowly and smiled a little more: "Okay, I get it, President Mo. ”

Ever since she was a child, Mo Jingdeep has never been a man who was distant from indifference, but for the first time she felt that he was distant, that his indifference was colder, and that distance was clearly greater than before.

Until the two men walked into the elevator, Anshuan watched the door close slowly in the eyes of the elevator. She held the file in her hand and remained silent for a long time, turning her face unchanged and walking away.

“She seemed like an opponent...” Season warmed in the elevator, by the deep side of Ink View, whispering low and low.

Mojing glanced at her and said, "Hmm? ”

“She's calm.” Seasonal warm reviews.

It's the calm that Mo Jingdeep this man must have. It's the calm that doesn't even see the presence of seasonal warmth in his eyes.

Calm down to the little winning and losing desire that inspired the season warmth, lifted his hand and held Mo Jingdeep's arm, firmly said: “But some people can no longer be confident in other people's marriages to make Xiao San, Mo Jingdeep, no matter how many women you are staring at, it can only be me man! ”

Mojing laughed with a deep, dumb smile: "Well, you man. ”

Seasonal warmth raised its eyes and looked in the mirror reflecting on the elevator door, and they stood together.

The man is quite remarkable, the gray shirt is clean, his hair is as clean as it has been washed hundreds of times a day, without the need for hair glue and no shaping, he is already handsome to open his eyes, he just stands so casually and looks very pencil, he is standing high looking at her, the corner of his mouth has a slight smile.

……

The place to go was downstairs at his company, and the two of them didn't drive and walked straight over.

After entering Hot Pot City, Seasonal Warm asked: "Are you sure you can eat spicy? ”

She can't eat it herself, but sometimes she's a little craving it, but she doesn't even seem to know the flavors that Ink is deeply fond of.

This Mrs. Mo is so ashamed...

When Mojing entered the door, she was given a very deep gaze and obviously had some stereotypes about common sense issues such as hers.

Seasonal warmth simply stopped talking, just went in and sat down, couldn't book by phone, but fortunately there were not many people eating at this time, a good place on the second floor against the window was empty.

“Welcome, how many diners are there?” Waiter walks over.

“Two people.” Seasonal warmth answered.

Mo Jingdeep did not speak, sat directly opposite her, took the menu handed over by the waiter, and left it on her side without looking: “I like to eat something myself. ”

There was nothing wrong with President Mo's feeling about the smell of hot pot in this room. Seasonal warmth lowered his head and looked down at the menu. Upstairs he drew the right number for a moment and looked up at him for a moment: “Do you like... green vegetables or meat? Meat, lamb or beef? Duck intestines and louvers? ”

After the questioning, I saw Mo Jingdeep and very opinionated glances at her.

Season Warm lifted her hand and caressed her forehead. She didn't understand her husband's taste, and she didn't want to be okay. She must know more in the future, remember all of it!