Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Haicheng, Mercer Group.

The office door opened and Mo Jingdeep just walked out to hear the movement from the phone.

“President Mo, there have been a lot of small moves in the dark lately, and you didn't expect them to use the cooperation with Mo Group to name it, and then use it to quietly work with other investors...”

Shen Moo stepped out of the assistant room and quickly walked up to him and whispered.

Mo Jingdeep only glanced at him and picked up his phone, glancing at the message from Feng Ling.

The man slipped his long finger off the screen and a photo popped up.

Then, when Shen Mo saw Mo Jingdeep suddenly stood in front of the office door, he didn't know what he saw on his phone. Shen Mo was about to go up and take a curious look. The result was not clear, and Mo Jingdeep's phone screen had gone dark.

“What did you just say?” Mojing spoke deeply, his voice was not cold or hot, and he could not hear any emotions.

Recently, President Mo was not only too busy to deal with, but traveling around Tianan Haibei, his indifferent nature was more unclear than before. Even Shen Moo, who walked very close to him, had to be more careful when speaking.

“As I said earlier, the cooperation on the Hong Kong side is based on the cooperation negotiated with Mercer Group, and we are now using this vast array of investments to cage in the name of our company. You have been dissatisfied with this partner and you have long anticipated that they will be very unskilled privately. Should we take this opportunity to go to Hong Kong to intercept those investments so as not to have a negative reputation impact on Mercer Group? ”

The ink scene is as pale as water and the eyes are cold and dark: "Send Vice President to Hong Kong, you go with him. ”

“You've been watching this, aren't you going in person now?” Shen Muxuan thought that President Mo had not stayed in Haicheng much lately, and this time things in Hong Kong would go straight ahead.

Mo Jingdeep pressed the phone off again, looked at the photo on the eye screen, and instantly turned the screen off again.

“Book me the earliest flight, T City. ”

The man dipped his inky deep eyes and looked out the window outside the conference room door, facing away, a thousand miles away, exactly where the city of T.

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At T City Apartment, Feng Ling took a can of beverage from the fridge and handed it to Seasonal Warm: “You can't drink anymore, come on, have some drinks. ”

Seasonal warmth changed from a squatting position to sitting by the window with her knees in her arms. When she saw the beverage Feng Ling had brought over, she smiled and took it and opened it and took a sip.

Seasonal warmth gently squeezed the beverage jar in his hand, and his voice was low and clear: “At first, I thought you were a tough person to reach, and now I find that hardwood like you has an unknown warm side, and I feel that you can actually take care of people, but why do you always reject people a thousand miles away? ”

Feng Ling also took a can of beverage and sat by the side of the season warm. After a sip, she slanted her lips and smiled: “Mrs. Mo just said she wanted to hear the story, don't you want to hear my story? ”

“If you want to say something, of course I'm willing to listen, and it's good to help me divert my attention, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep tonight.” Seasonal warmth leaned back against the window with a smile on his face, but his eyes were obviously a little depressed.

Feng Ling did not speak for a moment, and a moment later, she said in a faint tone: “I am an orphan. ”

Seasonal warmth did not answer.

“Nobody cared about me when I was a little girl, and in those years the United States wouldn't manage a street kid like me who didn't know his nationality or identity, and then they met a couple of nice couples who couldn't adopt me, but they sent me to a great welfare home in Los Angeles.” Feng Ling's voice was very low, like the first time he talked about his own affairs, and he hesitated to parse his past, and spoke slowly: “Welfare Home is not bad, but my personality is not very good, and I don't like crying all day or selling pet children to eat more meat. So when I was thirteen, I snuck out, mixed into the XI training base in the way that women dressed as men, and it was coincidentally a manager who saved their base, so I could mix in. ”

“Later, in adolescence, my body was constantly developing, clothed in my chest every day, wearing a broad training uniform to barely cover my body contours different from those of men, plus I was a very small person, except for a few good brothers, I didn't really come into contact with others, I didn't act like a woman, nobody ever found me, so I always did the same tasks as those men, the same high intensity training, and later, because of the excellent training results in all aspects, I gradually stabilized my heels in the training base. ”

Season Warm suddenly laughed here: "How did you end up discovered? You're not dressed as a man right now. ”

Feng Ling's eyes flattened. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly felt a little chilled. Cold and faint: “Three years ago, he was found on a field mission. ”

“You've been hiding it for years. Who are you, so brilliant?” Seasonwarm smiled and held her chin in one hand, turning her eyes to look at the seal next to her.

Don't really say that Feng Ling really has more English style than many girls her age if she cut her hair a little shorter and wore loose clothes.

“… Namheng.” Feng Ling obviously didn't want to mention the name in particular.

This answer, Season Warm is not surprising, but when I heard this answer, Season Warm's eyes suddenly looked deeply at Feng Ling: “Last time Nan Heng had his birthday, we let you sit in the box, but you refused to come in, was it because of him? ”

At this point, Feng Ling didn't want to go on. He glanced at the warmth of the season: “Are you being distracted by me now? ”

“Never mind if my attention has been diverted, but your story gets stuck halfway through, and I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep any more tonight. ”

“No next story, not now, not ever.” Feng Ling's expression suddenly faded a lot, then he stood up and looked at the time: “Are you going to live here tonight or go back to the bedroom? It's not too early, if you don't go back, you're going to sleep. ”

Seasonal warmth also looked at the time, looking out the window, the lights were on fire, in case the apartment was quiet at this moment.

“Go back to your bedroom.” The season got up warm, knocked some sour legs with his hands, didn't speak any more, and went straight out.

I didn't intend to stay in the apartment any longer because of the warmth of the season.

It seems that no matter what the story is, there is no way to calm her down.

Feng Ling followed her outward, picking up her phone and looking at the word "read” behind that photo.