Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Fifteen minutes later, Ji Wen looked at the person who had come out of his WeChat friends and felt that he was being calculated by Mo Jingsheng.

Just sign him up. Why did you end up with a friend?

Even when she said she wanted him to pick a profile photo, she spent half a day flipping through his phone album just pictures of some of the company's meeting documents, not to mention selfies, not even a landscape map.

You can't take a photo of a meeting file for a photo, can you?

Seasonal Warm said the view outside the car window was pretty good, let him look out the car window, temporarily use it as a avatar, and change it later.

The man agreed, picked up the phone and took a picture of it outside the window, but not the window on his side, but her side.

So when the man changed his avatar, the season warmed up and his friends took a look, and he was silent for a moment.

Where did he take the scenery?

The view is that she took it with the view out the window!

The name on the microsignal just registered was just blank, and the man was not in a hurry to change his name, just to put away his phone after changing his avatar.

Season Warm stared at the blank name but used her photo as a WeChat friend, angry as black carbon.

“It's eleven o'clock, get out.” The man got out of the car as if nothing had just happened.

Seasonal black carbon: "…”

……

Today we are here far from the city center of Beijing to meet several partners. During the week, Mojing is rarely visited personally, so these partners chose a place to greet him, and everyone gathered to wait for Mojing to arrive.

Ji Wen also has a few acquaintances here today, but not as deep as Ink Jingshen's partnership with them, so she simply said hello, kept some business cards from each other, and after a few brief conversations, she found a place to sit down.

Xiaohu did not follow Mo Jingdeep to chill with those partners. She was only told by Mo Jingdeep to accompany Jingwarm. If she needed anything, she could always help her. Xiaohu also rarely did a bodyguard duty. Ji Wen sat there. He could take tea and pour water at this time. Anyway, the ancestral position in front of Mo Jingsheng was so noble, of course he had to be regarded as an old Buddha's servant.

Season Warm was about to tell Xiaohu to sit down for a while, don't follow him, but he hasn't spoken yet. The afterlight in the corner of his eyes suddenly glanced at a figure, and he was suddenly touching the cup movement and looked in that direction.

After Mo Jingshen had arranged a travel plan for this side of the city, Yong Yan had already explored his itinerary these days and knew where he would go.

At the banquet and charity auction last night, she didn't get any chance to talk to Mo Jing deeply. Even if she could see that Mo Jing deeply had no real feelings for herself, and he seemed to really use his heart for that season's warmth, but the more he thought about it, the sooner he snuck out of the house, after all, she was the Second Miss of the Yongjia of Beijing City. She wanted to come here to walk through, and nobody dared to stop her.

Seeing that Mo Jingshen had just spoken to him, Yong Yan stepped out of the back lounge and walked directly to him: “Mr. Mo. ”

Mo Jingdeep was not half surprised to see her here again, but his gaze fell on her, heard, but did not respond.

“Did you come alone today?” Yong Yan had just been in the back. He couldn't see the situation in front of the door from that angle. It was only a long time before he noticed the depth of Mo Jing in the crowd, but saw that he did not bring the woman named Ji Wen with him today.

But she didn't really know what he was thinking, and she didn't dare ask directly why Season Warm wasn't with him today.

Mo Jing's faint eyes fell on her, and her dark eyes were cold: “Miss Yong Er does have the capital to walk sideways in Beijing, but today the venue is not a banquet hall, it is mostly capitalist businessmen, and all the talk is about business cooperation, you are afraid to come to the wrong place. ”

Yong Yan smiled bitterly: “You must know why I've been here. I've been strictly in charge of my family since I was a kid. It's rare to return home after graduation. It's rare to betray me once. I didn't think of it, but I didn't mean anything else, Mr. Mo. I just wanted to ask, what's wrong with me, you don't even bother to look at me more? ”

Mo Jingdeep didn't speak.

This man has a kind of chilling indifference that frightens the chestnuts in his bones. Even if she is the famous Miss Yong Jia Er of Jinghu, she can only choose to silence in front of him. Without the temper of half the young lady, his indifference seems to be rendered everywhere, so that she doesn't even have the courage to want to take an impulse to hug him, or the dead face.

Because the more she knew, the more obsessed she was, the less he liked it.

But she couldn't help but want to back off when he caught such a cold glance, but it was hard to bear.

“Am I not pretty enough? Isn't it good enough? Not high enough? Or do you hate traveling too far? I think my personality is very soft, at least I rarely get annoyed in front of the aliens, but you really haven't looked at me much since the beginning, I know Mr. Mo there are not a few good women you have met, but if you look at this country, you can be right with your background, I am confident that only Yong Jia is the only one, even if you don't value these, but there are no other women around you in the previous years, why can't you treat me...”

Mo Jingdeep's gaze is faint and her voice is faint: “Miss Yong has been investigating me for so long, don't you know that I have ever been married? ”

Yong Yan's face lagged behind, and she really hadn't found out about his past.

Besides, Mo Jingshen's things are not easy for anyone to find out. She commissioned someone to help her investigate for so long. She can only know some superficial things, a lot about his past, and a lot of things she wants to know, that she can't find out.

“Are you... married?” Yong Yan is somewhat incredible.

The deep thin lips of the ink raised a few shallow arcs and smiled down, glancing at the warmth of the season.

Yong Yan looked him in the eye and looked in that direction. Once again, he saw the warm season and knew everything.

Even though there are many things she doesn't know, but it doesn't seem to be something she's qualified to understand. She rubs her lips, feels very sad and embarrassed on her face, but when she gets to her mouth, it just becomes one sentence: “I'm sorry… it was me who abruptly. ”

After that, turn around and go. No more stays, no more faces.

Until Yongyan left, Mo Jing went back to the season warm and sat down, suddenly she heard the little woman playing with the cup and asked: “Why didn't you go talk to Yongyan? What are you sitting here for? ”

The man glanced at her and looked at her as if she was careless, smiling and not smiling: “Not my Yong Yan, that's Miss Yong, someone completely unrelated to me, hmm? ”