Of course, these calms were only maintained for the first half, and when the dry hand reached out from the mouth of the well, the expression on Dong Yilan's face froze.

"Who is Qing'er?" She suddenly faced Mo Yao and asked very seriously.

I don't know why, she always felt that this Qing'er had something to do with her, and her intuition told her that Mo Yao should know this person's existence.

"Qing'er?" Mo Yao looked at her in confusion, as if she didn't know who she was talking about.

She stared at him, her blood-colored eyes reflected in the TV screen, reflecting the light of the broken stars, mixed with doubt, curiosity, and a little puzzlement, but there was no doubt.

"Who is that person in the old mansion of the Mo family?" She asked again.

"My uncle." His two uncles, both in their forties, now one skinny and the other like an old man in his seventies and eighties, could not get out of bed.

"How can your uncle be that old?" She often went to his house when she was a child, and she had some impression of his two uncles.

"I'm sick." The tone is indifferent, as if he is talking about strangers.

It turned out to be sick. Dong Yilan wanted to ask what kind of illness he had, and out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a grimace on the black screen! Her pale face was bleeding, and a pair of eyes that were redder than her eyes looked at her sharply.

"Ah......" Dong Yilan was so frightened that he jumped up and got into Mo Yao's arms.

The fragrance is fragrant, and the corners of Mo Yao's beautiful lips are hooked, and he is very satisfied with the effect of the horror film.

The grimace screen on the TV switched, and Mo Yao's eyes were also covered with a layer of darkness.

For the first time, he lied to East Israel.

Qing'er, Mu Nianqing, the results of his recent investigation are all pointing in one direction, the Mu Nianqing on the island is indeed the mother of East Yilan, and Mu Nianqing is...... If this is really the case, how should he and Yilan face it?

In desperation, he ordered them to stop the investigation.

There was a slight gasp in my ears, and the little woman in my arms fell asleep. Mo Yao lowered his eyes, looking at the woman's quiet and beautiful sleeping face, and his heart was soft. Subordinate mention yì he does DNA, go? He didn't dare. Fingertips brushed up a strand of long hair on her cheek, but it might as well be it.

Gently picked her up, got up and went to the upstairs bedroom.

Turn off the lights and go to bed.

This night was the most solid sleep he had in seventeen years, and because he had her in his arms, he had no dreams all night.

The next day, as soon as Dong Yilan opened his eyes, he saw a handsome face enlarged in front of him.

She opened her eyes, and the other person opened her eyes, and took a sip to her lips, and then got up unhurriedly in her surprised and disgusted gaze.

"My phone doesn't seem to be charging all the time." Since I woke up yesterday, Dong Yilan felt that there was something in his heart, and only now did he remember it.

"It's a charge that doesn't turn on." A magnetic and beautiful voice came from the bathroom, and Dong Yilan burst out in an instant: "Why don't you turn it on for me when it's charged?" ”

"I don't like to be disturbed on weekends." It's still the voice of the owe and the owe to clean up.

I don't like to be disturbed on weekends, I don't want to be disturbed when I do bad things! Dong Yilan got out of bed angrily and found his mobile phone on the TV cabinet in the living room. Less than a minute after turning on the phone, text messages and WeChat flocked to it, and the prompt sound was one after another.

As soon as he opened the text message, before he could read it, Cheng Xiaoye's phone call came in.

"Sister, where have you been? Amy said you came back the day before yesterday, why didn't you go home? Cheng Xiaoye asked anxiously.

"It's too late to finish something, so I'll go back to my home here in Ideal City. Is something going on at home? ”

"It's okay at home, I'm looking for you. Eat together at noon, the western restaurant on the third floor, call me when it arrives. "The third floor refers to the third floor of their restaurant, and in line with the principle that the fertilizer does not flow into the fields of outsiders, they still prefer to eat in their own restaurant.

"Okay, I'll call you when it's time."

Hanging up the phone, Dong Yilan began to reflect seriously. Over the years, when she asked them to dinner, she would sometimes be rejected because she was busy. But when they asked her to dinner, they always adhered to the attitude of notification, and never asked her if she had time.

Is it because she's too idle? Dong Yilan pondered whether to find a job.

"Mo Yao, do you lack an assistant?" While she was eating breakfast, she suddenly asked.

Mo Yao raised his head and looked at her funny, and found that after she asked very seriously, the curvature of Mo Yao's lips became even more exaggerated, "Dignified Miss JH International, think of W." Be a little assistant to the president? ”

"yes, do you need it?"

“W。 The HR department is very demanding. Mo Yao elegantly cut a piece of steak into his mouth, chewed it a few times and swallowed it before continuing: "I'm afraid I don't count what I said." ”

When he put down the napkin, Mo Yao could still feel the sharp gaze on his body. After tidying up the dinner plate and wiping the table, he leaned back on the sofa and turned on the TV.

"Don't you have to go to work?" Dong Yi blue fox stared at him suspiciously.

is also the president of a listed company, her father has been very busy going out early and returning late over the years, why did he come to him and live so leisurely?

"Because the master is well managed." Mo Yao's face was not red and his heart was not beating to answer Dong Yilan's question, and at the same time threw back a sentence: "Today is Sunday, starting from this week, and the future master will have two weekends off every weekend." You have to be the assistant of the master, and you will be responsible for accompanying the master for these two days in the future. ”

"Okay!" Dong Yilan agreed without hesitation, and happily made Mo Yao feel that there must be something to say.

Sure enough, Dong Yilan rubbed beside him, "Mr. Mo, Saturday and Sunday are statutory holidays, and the state stipulates that employees should be given holidays for these two days, and if they work overtime, they will be paid double wages." So I don't have to do anything to get a salary? ”

"The little abacus is good, but it's a pity that you haven't signed the labor contract yet, and now it's not protected by law." Mo Yao's deep eyes flashed with a hint of calculation and essence, and her arms tightened around her willow waist, "Why don't you accompany me to the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow and leave the legal process away?" ”

"Think beautifully, I'm not available on statutory holidays!" Dong Yilan pushed her away, twisted her body and walked upstairs, "I'm going to eat with Ono at noon, you can solve it yourself." ”

Mo Yao picked up the hand of the remote control and paused.

He left the company so much to do, and she actually left him to let him eat by himself? A trace of displeasure flashed in his bottomless eyes, and he was about to get angry, when a thought flashed through his mind, and he laughed again.

Lowering his eyes and glancing at his watch, it took about two hours for a woman to go out from changing clothes and makeup, and he could just watch TV with peace of mind.

Tune to the economic channel, I haven't paid attention to the macro economy for a long time.

On the screen, a well-known economist is analyzing the current economic situation, and he is talking about the truth, and from time to time he receives bursts of applause from the audience. Mo Yao's face was arrogant, and his expression looked like he was watching a monkey performing in a zoo.

After persisting like this for an hour and a half, Mo Yao turned off the TV and went upstairs.

When he came out again, he was already dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and the slim-fitting top perfectly showed his tall figure, with wide shoulders and narrow hips, and a standard inverted triangle figure. Black pants wrapped around his slender and powerful legs, and he stepped down the steps.

Looking at the attire, it looks like going to a formal occasion.

Dong Yilan's eyes couldn't help but light up when he came out of the bedroom and saw Mo Yao. He leaned sideways, leaning on the cabinet in the hallway with his hands folded on his chest, one leg tucked up, and his toes lightly touched the ground, elegant and arrogant, especially the wind and dust revealed in the nobility, which made Dong Yilan deeply impressed.

Dong Yilan knew that he was handsome and handsome, but he stood so graceful and peerless at any stop, which was completely beyond her expectations.

As soon as the nasal cavity heated, a stream of heat gushed out.

She hurriedly raised her hand to pinch her nose, turned around and ran to the bedroom. When she was a child, she had a nasal mucosal ulcer, and although it was later cured, as long as she was irritated a little, she would have nosebleeds.

This was the third time that he had a nosebleed at this sassy man, and Dong Yilan began to feel a deep, humiliated sense of shame for himself.

Mo Yao saw Dong Yilan come out of the bedroom, walked to the staircase, and then ran back with his nose covered, wondering, so he went upstairs to see what was wrong with her. As soon as I opened the bedroom door, I heard a wail from the bathroom: "Don't come in! ”

It's good that she's embarrassed to know herself, and she can't be ashamed of her! 、

Mo Qiye was so obedient, the more she didn't let him in, the more he aroused his curiosity, and he took three steps and two steps into it.

After three seconds......

"Little Yilan, I'm starting to worry about you." Mo Yao leaned against the door of the bathroom, the haze of being abandoned was swept away, and there was a faint hint of schadenfreude in his smile, "If you continue like this, you will be anemic!" ”

"You get out!" Wet fingers pointed to the door, and he commanded without raising his head.

When she couldn't hear it, Chi Guoguo's ridicule!

"I'm worried about you!" Mo Yao pleaded and walked over, "Ye will help you clean up." ”

Dong Yilan slapped the water on his nose with his hand to wash away the blood stains and then play the role of icing, so that the water splashed all over his face, the clothes on his chest were all wet, his long hair hung down into the basin, and the tips of his hair were also soaked.

"Don't come here, it'll get you dirty." He's clean, she knows it.

"You're so stupid, you can't stand it." He walked over without saying a word, pulled her long hair back and pulled it back, lowered his head a little, and held the water in his broad palm to help her clean her nosebleed.

stopped the bleeding, the two changed their clothes again, and then waited for Dong Yilan to finish cleaning up, and Cheng Xiaoye's phone called.

"Sister, you're so slow today, I've been waiting for you for half an hour."

"If there's a little accident, I'll be right here."

Cheng Xiaoye was still talking about something on the phone, Dong Yilan hung up before she heard clearly, anyway, we met in a while, and she didn't go back.

I picked up my bag, changed my shoes at the door, and hurried out of the house. When I turned around, I saw Mo Yao standing at the top of the stairs, staring at her coldly, with a resentment in her dark eyes.

"Well, I'll definitely accompany you to dinner in the evening." With a smile on his face that concealed peace, Dong Yilan turned and walked out the door.

I waited at the entrance of the community for a long time, but there was not a single taxi.

It's strange, there are usually a lot of taxis parked at the entrance of the community, why are there no ones today? I knew I would have driven out by myself. Dong Yilan looked at his watch, and then went back to get the car, but it would be delayed for more than ten minutes, and there was still a person at home who was having a relationship, so it was better to continue to wait for the rental.

At home, Mo Yao held his mobile phone, and his slender fingers tapped on the sofa.

"3,2,1......" the phone rang.