Tongtong sat at the computer desk, looking at the notice sent by the company on the screen. She had read the email many times, and after the great joy, another mixed emotion took over her.

Jiang Xiaoqiao's name lay quietly in the notice, side by side with the three words Mo Andy. A hint of resentment suddenly flashed in Tongtong's eyes. The mother coughed a few times in the other room, Tongtong quickly got up, went to pour a glass of water for her, and returned to her room, only to find that the mobile phone screen placed on the side was lit up.

Familiar names flashed. She hesitated and picked up the phone.

"Tongtong ......" Jiang Xiaoqiao struggled for a long time, and finally decided to call Tongtong. The moment the phone was answered, she suddenly felt a little nervous. I don't know how Tongtong will react when she hears it.

"Well, Little Joe, what's wrong?" Tongtong's voice sounded natural, the same as when she had called her before.

Jiang Xiaoqiao's eyes were red, she didn't want to lose this friend, "Well, I thought, when we go to France, will we stay in a room?" she asked cautiously.

"Okay," Tongtong chuckled softly at the other end, "I think so too." ”

"Really?" Jiang Xiaoqiao's eyes lit up, "I thought you were angry with me." She knew that Tongtong's friendship with her best friends in college for four years would not be discarded so much.

"How so. Tongtong smiled, "We're good friends." After a pause, she added, "And I believe you, there's nothing between you and the minister, right?" He's your stepson after all. ”

"Hmm," Jiang Xiaoqiao was in a trance for a moment and replied absentmindedly. Tongtong had already hung up the phone, and there was a blind beep on the other end.

Even if there was something before, from now on, it should really be "nothing". I don't know why, she was a little sad.

But in this way, it can be regarded as a reconciliation between the two! Thinking like this, Jiang Xiaoqiao's originally depressed mood instantly improved. Stepson or something, go away! She still has to be her president's wife well, and after three years, she will divorce and go out to make a little white face, which is a hundred times more obedient than Mo Andy!

So when Mo Jingyuan walked into Jiang Xiaoqiao's room, what he saw was a back happily busy packing up, accompanied by a twisting and turning tune.

He coughed lightly, and was satisfied to hear the "noise" all over the room stop abruptly, Jiang Xiaoqiao turned around and saw Mo Jingyuan standing at the door in a straight suit, looking at her thoughtfully with dark eyes.

Jiang Xiaoqiao was a little embarrassed under his gaze, and reacted randomly, this is his own bedroom, hey! Mo Andy, this guy has now learned to enter the room openly? While hiding the things he was packing in his hand, he pushed Mo Jingyuan:

"Who let you in? Go out, I'll pack my luggage!" "How did the maid of the Mo family do it? Such a big wolf with a big tail came in, and no one informed her!

Mo Jingyuan pulled out of the way and took out the thing she was hiding behind her, which was a pink and tender underwear: "This one is too tender, bring that red one." ”

Jiang Xiaoqiao jumped up like a rabbit, snatched the clothes from Mo Jingyuan's hand, and said with a glare: "You don't care what I wear, does it have anything to do with you?"

Of course there is, big yes. Mo Jingyuan swept her from head to toe, and a strange and evil smile hung on the corner of his mouth. Jiang Xiaoqiao was furious by him.

"Are you packing your luggage for France?" Mo Jingyuan walked past her and saw the small suitcase open on the ground.

"That's right," Jiang Xiaoqiao nodded, thinking that she was about to enjoy all kinds of European food, her whole body was excited!

Mo Jingyuan hooked a few bags of clothes with one finger and carried them to her: "Remember to bring this." I wear it at the time of the prom. ”

Jiang Xiaoqiao took it curiously, and at a glance saw the foreign letters on the bag that he didn't recognize. Inside the bag was a prom dress. Made of pure white silk, the skirt is embroidered with intricate dark lines, and the light light is faintly pale blue. In the other bag was a pair of high heels, ivory white, small and delicate, which happened to be Jiang Xiaoqiao's size.

Mo Andy and his father bought her dozens of hundreds of dresses, most of the tags have not been removed, and they can hardly fit in the cloakroom, what did he do with the prom dress for her? Jiang Xiaoqiao was a little strange. But Mo Jingyuan's tone could not be refused, so she had to put away her clothes.

The night before leaving, Jiang Xiaoqiao lay on the bed early, hugging the quilt but couldn't sleep with excitement. This is her first time abroad, and it is inevitable that she will be a little excited to go to such a romantic and elegant place.

Carefully prepared for months of design drawings lying quietly in the mezzanine of the suitcase, she revised countless times and finally satisfied herself, this time she must get a beautiful result, and then become famous in the design competition, become a well-known designer, hook up with a little white face, and go to the peak of life!

At first, I thought about it seriously, but then my thinking turned to a chaotic direction. Jiang Xiaoqiao imagined the happy life after divorcing the old man, and even tossed until two or three o'clock and didn't fall asleep.

So at the airport early the next morning, everyone saw Jiang Xiaoqiao with two black circles under his eyes walking into the waiting hall.

Jiang Xiaoqiao walked over with vague steps, and greeted everyone in a sluggish manner. Tongtong came up and grabbed her arm and asked with concern: "Xiao Qiao, what's wrong with you?"

It's not that I haven't slept well, it's that I haven't slept much at all! Jiang Xiaoqiao burst into tears. Last night, at first, I was cranky and excited, but then I fell asleep easily, and Mo Andi's face popped up from time to time in my dreams, and there were some inappropriate shots for children, and after a while, Mo Andi, who was the old one, smiled at her gloomily.

Resentful little eyes drifted to the tall and tall handsome figure not far away, Mo Jingyuan didn't know that he had tormented her all night in Jiang Xiaoqiao's dream, and at this time he was standing facing out of the window, not knowing what he was thinking.

Sissi next to her was already boiling: the minister even looked so handsome, he was really hopeless!

With everyone's different expressions, the flight to Paris was finally about to take off. The company booked business class for several people, and the seats were very close to each other, and Jiang Xiaoqiao and Mo Jingyuan were arranged to sit together.

Before getting on the plane, Jiang Xiaoqiao smiled and patted the shoulder of his colleague An Ran: "An Ran, discuss something with you, can we change positions for the two of us?"

An Ran lifted the big black-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said righteously: "No, that's how the seats are arranged." ”

Enron was notoriously stereotypical and serious in the company. Jiang Xiaoqiao had a black line and shrank back stupidly. Mo Jingyuan heard the conversation between the two, and a hint of appreciation flashed in his indifferent eyes: Well, An Ran, this kid usually behaves well, it's time to go back and consider giving her a raise.

Jiang Xiaoqiao went to poke Qianqian again: "Qianqian, let's change seats later." ”

Sissi nodded in surprise: "Xiao Qiao, you want to change seats with me, it's amazing!" Suddenly I felt the minister's gaze drift coldly, and she shrunk her shoulders and said with a sad face: "But yet, forget it, my seat is very good, hehe." ”

Jiang Xiaoqiao didn't have time to react, and the voice urging passengers to board the plane had already sounded. Catching a glimpse of Mo Jingyuan's threatening eyes, she got on the plane with her head down.

The cabin was nice, and the elegant and tall stewardess came over with a cart and asked her what she wanted to drink. Jiang Xiaoqiao asked for a glass of orange juice and turned his head to look at Mo Jingyuan.

Mo Jingyuan leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, and said concisely: "Coffee." There was a small patch of pale cyan under his eyes, and he seemed to be more tired than Jiang Xiaoqiao, who hadn't slept well all night.

Jiang Xiaoqiao helped him hand over the coffee, Mo Jingyuan reached out and took it, the two fingers touched for a second, and Jiang Xiaoqiao quickly retracted. Unconsciously, another flush on her face dissipated.

Some fragments of last night's dream jumped out again, and Jiang Xiaoqiao shook his head to shake off those empty imaginations. Stepson or something, just feast your eyes. She still thinks about what kind of little white face she wants to wrap after the divorce.

It was boring on the plane, Jiang Xiaoqiao took out the tablet to watch the TV series she had cached before, which happened to be the "rotten drama" she had mentioned to Mo Jingyuan before.

This is the actor who said "a bit like herself"? Mo Jingyuan snorted lightly, Jiang Xiaoqiao felt a chill on the back of his neck, turned his head to see Mo Jingyuan's gaze, and smiled wryly: "Do you want to watch it together?"

Mo Jingyuan snorted again, closed his eyes and ignored her.

Jiang Xiaoqiao looked at it for a while, and gradually felt a little dizzy and nauseous. She didn't care, at first she thought she had eaten something bad, but later she realized that she was gorgeously airsick.

Some want to throw up. Jiang Xiaoqiao drank a glass of water and endured it for a while, and finally stood up and rushed to the bathroom. Mo Jingyuan had already noticed her abnormality and got up and followed.

Jiang Xiaoqiao lay on the edge of the sink and spit out a few mouthfuls of sour water with tears in his eyes. I got up late in the morning and rushed to the airport before I had breakfast, and I didn't have anything in my stomach at this time. Mo Jingyuan patted her on the back and helped her smooth it, and handed Jiang Xiaoqiao a piece of medicine.

When she returned to her seat, Jiang Xiaoqiao just wanted to click on the video just now to soothe her injured heart, and a big hand reached over and snatched the tablet away from her hand: "Close your eyes and rest well." ”

Jiang Xiaoqiao obediently closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. In a daze, I felt a hand come over me, touch her forehead and cheek, and leave. Leave a hint of familiar, fresh smell that lingers around her. The feeling of motion sickness was actually reduced a little, Jiang Xiaoqiao leaned comfortably on the seat, and gradually fell asleep.

Mo Jing looked at her from afar, and saw that Jiang Xiaoqiao's expression gradually calmed down, so he calmed down.

Tongtong, who was sitting behind the two, looked down at the magazine, but his expression was no longer calm.