Qian Cheng didn't seem to have the intention of speaking, which made Ning Mo'an at a loss.

She hoped that Qian Cheng could directly scold her and it would be over, and the more he did this, the more scared Ning Mo'an felt.

Ning Mo'an stood quietly in place, waiting.

In the end, she couldn't bear it.

Ning Mo'an raised his head and glared at Qian Cheng with some anger: "President, why are you so angry?"

She asked directly, trying to get things straight.

The main reason is that the anger in Qian Cheng is too big this time, and Ning Mo'an is confused, and he feels very inexplicable.

She had to figure out why she couldn't do it again next time, or she would have to let the toss die.

"Why do you think I'm angry?"

Qian Cheng didn't answer her question directly, but asked back directly.

He looked at Ning Mo'an directly, making Ning Mo'an feel that the hairs on his back stood up.

Ning Mo'an frowned: "I don't know. ”

She spoke very honestly, hoping that Qian Cheng could answer her confusion.

Ning Mo'an didn't like Qian Cheng's weird appearance of yin and yang, and always felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

"President, if you have anything to say, if I do something wrong, I will definitely change it, and I promise that I will not do it again next time. ”

Ning Mo'an stood in place with his back straight, looked at Qian Cheng, and said loudly, he almost didn't swear to prove his determination.

Qian Cheng suddenly got up and walked to her side without saying a word.

Ning Mo'an looked at him and walked over, a look of panic flashed in his eyes.

Qian Cheng's expression now, could he be trying to hit her?678

Ning Mo'an stepped back a little frightened, and didn't stop until his waist hit the corner of the table.

"Shhh...... It hurts. ”

Ning Mo'an's brows tightened, and a sense of pain appeared on his white little face.

She reached out and rubbed her lower back.

Qian Cheng followed her footsteps, constantly approaching, and did not give her a chance to dodge at all.

He stood in front of Ning Mo'an and said in a low voice: "Let me ask you, Lin Zixian or me, who is more important in your heart?"

Qian Cheng lowered his head, and his deep eyes stared directly at Ning Mo'an.

His voice is like a mellow red wine, and people can't help but want to indulge in it.

However, Qian Cheng's words made Ning Mo'an wake up suddenly.

She raised her head and looked at Qian Cheng's handsome face in disbelief.

The two were so close that Ning Mo'an was about to touch the tip of his nose, her cheeks brushed by, and she heard her heart beating like thunder.

She subconsciously dodged and lowered her head to avoid Qian Cheng thinking that she was deliberately taking advantage of her.

And Ning Mo'an's evasion, in the eyes of Qian Cheng, became a different meaning.

The palm placed on his side was clenched into a fist, and Qian Cheng's voice was a little annoyed: "Ning Mo'an, answer my question!"

Qian Cheng's gaze was so hot, he encircled Ning Mo'an in his arms, behind her was the table, and there was nowhere to hide.

Ning Mo'an took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

She raised her head slowly, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she pretended to be calm and said, "President, I don't understand what you mean by that?"

Ning Mo'an felt that Qian Cheng must have been stimulated by something today, so he was chattering like this.

Qian Cheng and Lin Zixian, one is a boss and the other is a friend, their identities are different, how can they be compared together.