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Moxilin's expression paused obviously, and his eyes became obscure for a moment.

As early as when Qiao Weihuan got off the plane, that text message told him that she was back. In the past two days, she has been to the military/district compound twice, and Mo Xilin also knows about it. Qiao Weihuan's injuries are not good yet, he still knows it.

Then, when Mossi came to his senses, Gust had driven downstairs to her apartment.

Now is a good opportunity to tell Qiao Weihuan that someone has mastered her whereabouts and sent it to him......

Fu Minglang and Fang Shuyu were shocked when they heard Mo Xilin's words. Fang Shuyu's mouth was fast, and he asked directly: "Boss, are you injured?" Where's the injury? Serious or not?! ”

"It's not a big deal."

Qiao Weihuan responded, and then returned his dark gaze to Mo Xilin, "I didn't tell anyone about my injury. ”

Moxilin slowly took out his phone from his coat pocket, unlocked his fingerprint and handed it over, "You're on the Manchester news." ”

Qiao Weihuan took the phone and looked at it, there was a webpage open on it, and sure enough, it was a piece of news about her, and it was mentioned in the report of Little's injury, there were still people injured at the scene, and the name was replaced by a "Joe", and the text content was quite small, and it was hard for Mo Xilin to see that it was talking about her.

The chairman of such a large group as Mo Xilin, where does he usually have so much time to pay attention to British news, it may be ...... Because of her, she is concerned?

So when she asked just now, Moxilin hesitated, should she say it?

Qiao Weihuan closed her eyes and handed the phone back, "Mo Xilin, you ......"

"Let's go."

Moxilin put his phone back in his pocket, pushed the door open and entered.

Qiao Weihuan wanted to sigh, and when she caught a glimpse of Fang Shuyu's ill-intentioned eyes, she rubbed her temples and went in.

A few people talked about some business at Qiao Weihuan's, and Mo Xilin got up and left first.

The moment he stepped into the elevator, Mo Xilin's face sank rapidly. He loosened his tie, the knot in his heart still unrelieved, and the last punch slammed into the cold elevator door, the metal elevator door did not move, silently mocking him.

Between losing many, many opportunities to meet Qiao Weihuan and never having the opportunity to confess again, he chose the latter.

From then on, he could only remain silent.

Two days later, Qiao Weihuan asked Chairman Chen and the CEOs of large and small enterprises to set up a few tables in the restaurant. At the dinner table, Qiao Weihuan frankly said that the foundation was going to be postponed, and those people were very surprised, but they were all human spirits, and seeing that Qiao Weihuan only chose to say something that was not light or heavy, he knew that the reasons were subtle and difficult to say, and after expressing regret, he swore that he would wait for Qiao Weihuan's news, and did not ask in detail.

After eating a meal, the bills/bills were contributed, Qiao Weihuan was not distressed, but tired. A shallow wrinkle appeared in the center of her eyebrows, and she and Moxilin left last, and her calm face was full of worry.

How to get the prime minister to see her, I still don't have a clue.

I have thought of countless ways, but none of them are reliable.

In the past few days, I have flipped through the public information in the United Kingdom, and I have not seen anything about He Zhengxiao and Mendez. However, there are political/political issues involved, and it is still inconclusive, that is, it will not be made public. Tan Lao can know, but he doesn't know the details......

The black shadow slid down the aisle in front of him, Qiao Weihuan came back to his senses suddenly, and Mo Xilin was retracting his hand, "What are you thinking of?" ”

Qiao Weihuan walked down the last step and raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, "I think this thing is going well, at least no one shows dissatisfaction on the face, so as not to make me upset." ”

Moxilin: "The identity of the founder of your foundation is there, and it makes sense to tell them, what can they say." ”

Identity...... Plausible?

Qiao Weihuan stopped, and in a flash of lightning, these two words flashed in his mind, splitting the swirling clouds like thunder.

I couldn't find out what identity she should use to talk to the prime minister, not to mention the actors, and the participants in Mendez were not enough. In the name of He Zhengxiao, they are not married yet, and it is not feasible for Manchester to call her a duchess in advance.

What do you think, she doesn't have the identity to talk to the prime minister, it's because she thinks too limited, wouldn't it be nice to change someone who can talk to the prime minister?

There are few such people she can reach, and she has to do it according to her ideas...... But the curator of the British Embassy, she can try!

The other is a reasonable reason, the prime minister must have known about the situation on the British side for a long time, so isn't the question of Mondez's engagement very appropriate? For the Prime Minister, that was reasonable and expected.

So the lines are connected!

Mo Xilin opened the car door, stepped into the carriage with long legs, and looked back at her still in place, "Qiao Weihuan?" ”

Qiao Weihuan gathered his thoughts and bent his eyes without warning, "You made me enlightened, thank you." ”

She smiled brightly that Moxie hadn't seen in a long time, and her delicate eyebrows shone brightly.

It is like a handful of streamers on the top of the snow-capped mountains, so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it.

Moxi's throat moved slightly, and he saw her wave his hand, quickly got into the car, and left in the blink of an eye.

The black car parked on the side of the road also caught fire, and the man in the suit in the driver's seat wiped his face with a heavy face: "Hey......"

The companion next to him also sighed, "I guess, if we weren't here, I'm afraid the person surnamed Mo just now couldn't help it, and might go over to hug Madame." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, there's something wrong with Madame's foundation, it's normal to get close to the surname Mo these days."

"What's normal? Every time Mrs. returns to China, the surname Mo has to look at it with Mrs. Mo, and it is ...... Eat and live together! The more the companion spoke, the more angry he became, pointing to his round eyes: "Why can't Madam stay away from the surname Mo, she doesn't know that the surname Mo is interesting to her?" I can see it all! ”

The man in the suit hung up the gear and stepped on the accelerator expressionlessly, "Madam is so smart, she knows what to do, don't talk nonsense." ”

That's right, everyone knows that Madame is smart, so she knows Mo Xilin's thoughts, and she is inseparable from him??

The companion slapped his thigh heavily and said bitterly: "Mr. is good enough for Madame, how can Madame be like this!" ”

Originally, he trusted Qiao Weihuan very much, but he could trust his wife, but he couldn't trust the dog skin plaster Mo Xilin.

What's more, there are still people who are guiding his thinking, reversing his thinking in a few words, making him feel that "seeing is believing".

People who don't know what is going on follow the fine net, touch the truth of the forgery little by little, and fall into the trap based on psychology, and from then on it is difficult to distinguish right from wrong and export into a knife.

Qiao Weihuan's mind was spinning rapidly, and he didn't dare to drive too fast. Happened to encounter a red light, she looked down at the phone screen, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

Do you want to tell He Zhengxiao?

Forget it, he's so busy, and he doesn't say anything when asked, which makes her irritable in vain.

After arriving home, Qiao Weihuan transferred Fang Shuyu over with a phone call.

When Fang Shuyu entered the door, Qiao Weihuan was only wearing a loose suspender pajamas, and the gauze on her shoulders was clearly visible. She changed her shoes, and the two of them went to the bedroom, and when they saw Qiao Weihuan lying on the bed, Fang Shuyu opened the medicine box neatly and took out scissors and gauze from it.

Cut open the tightly wrapped gauze, and the exposed wound had already scabbed, although she had seen it when she helped Qiao Weihuan change the gauze yesterday, Fang Shuyu was still worried in her heart.

This injury is not simple, it goes straight to the heart. If it hadn't been cut off halfway, the boss's life would have been whimpered with.

Fang Shuyu quickly changed the gauze, and a set of actions was smooth, which showed that he was a veteran.

In the end, Fang Shuyu didn't hold back, and when Qiao Weihuan got up to get dressed, his paw reached over and touched her waist.

Qiao Weihuan raised her eyes, "Lack of love?" Neither my junior brother nor Liang Minghui can satisfy you? ”

Fang Shuyu was complacently closing his claws, and when he heard this, he rolled his eyes towards the sky, his face full of "disgust to death".

"Those two are sick, I get annoyed when I see them, boss, don't mention it!"

Qiao Weihuan gestured slightly, and glanced at her mysteriously.

Neither of them took a fancy to it, but Fang Shuyu was okay......

The warm winter is approaching, and at 9 o'clock in the morning, the fairy atmosphere in City B is faint, and the high-rise buildings are shyly hiding behind the fog and haze, secretly looking at the pedestrians and vehicles on the road.

Qiao Weihuan parked the car and saw a white man in a suit and leather shoes standing at the entrance of the embassy from a distance. She got out of the car, nodded to him in a low-key manner, and kept entering the embassy.

"Ma'am." In the elevator, the white man who led the way lowered his voice, "The curator has been in City B for twelve years, and he will not return to China unless necessary, and he does not have much contact with China." ”

In other words, the curator does not participate in the struggle at home, he is neutral on the surface, and no matter what happens in the country, as long as he is stationed in the embassy, it basically does not affect him, and there is no need to participate.

But he is from the House of Commons, and it is impossible to say what his relationship with the prime minister will be.

Qiao Weihuan half-lowered her eyes, and her thin long eyelashes swayed like a fan, covering most of the deep darkness under her eyes.

The curator is an old gentleman who pays attention to etiquette, and his old face cannot cover his demeanor, and it can be seen that he is a man with excellent cultivation.

Qiao Weihuan smiled and shook hands with the other party, "I'm glad you can see me." ”

"The Duchess was so gracious, the old Duke of Demville took good care of me when I was in Manchester."

Qiao Wei's heart moved, and he heard the curator's words, "I haven't returned to China for a long time, but when the young duke was in City B, I saw him, and he was a better person than the old duke." ”

…… Before she could speak, the curator said clearly, is he familiar with He Zhengxiao?

Qiao Weihuan took a sip of coffee with an unchanged face, and saw the secretary quietly retreat and close the door smoothly before she said: "The curator's Chinese is very standard, it can be seen that you must have studied Chinese, then the curator should have heard of 'Mingzhe to protect himself'." ”

The curator smiled, got up from his chair, paced to the back of his desk and sat down, "Ma'am, I'm not good at dealing with people. ”

He nodded his heart and said calmly: "My emotional intelligence is very low. ”

It looks too calm, Qiao Weihuan couldn't tell the truth from the fake for a while. She thought for a moment and put it in a more sincere tone: "I'm also not good at rhetoric. ”

In the "ding" sound of the bottom of the teacup and the cup saucer colliding, Qiao Weihuan said calmly: "So I came here to ask the curator to help...... Please write to the Prime Minister. ”

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Remember for a second No pop-ups

Moxilin's expression paused obviously, and his eyes became obscure for a moment.

As early as when Qiao Weihuan got off the plane, that text message told him that she was back. In the past two days, she has been to the military/district compound twice, and Mo Xilin also knows about it. Qiao Weihuan's injuries are not good yet, he still knows it.

Then, when Mossi came to his senses, Gust had driven downstairs to her apartment.

Now is a good opportunity to tell Qiao Weihuan that someone has mastered her whereabouts and sent it to him......

Fu Minglang and Fang Shuyu were shocked when they heard Mo Xilin's words. Fang Shuyu's mouth was fast, and he asked directly: "Boss, are you injured?" Where's the injury? Serious or not?! ”

"It's not a big deal."

Qiao Weihuan responded, and then returned his dark gaze to Mo Xilin, "I didn't tell anyone about my injury. ”

Moxilin slowly took out his phone from his coat pocket, unlocked his fingerprint and handed it over, "You're on the Manchester news." ”

Qiao Weihuan took the phone and looked at it, there was a webpage open on it, and sure enough, it was a piece of news about her, and it was mentioned in the report of Little's injury, there were still people injured at the scene, and the name was replaced by a "Joe", and the text content was quite small, and it was hard for Mo Xilin to see that it was talking about her.

The chairman of such a large group as Mo Xilin, where does he usually have so much time to pay attention to British news, it may be ...... Because of her, she is concerned?

So when she asked just now, Moxilin hesitated, should she say it?

Qiao Weihuan closed her eyes and handed the phone back, "Mo Xilin, you ......"

"Let's go."

Moxilin put his phone back in his pocket, pushed the door open and entered.

Qiao Weihuan wanted to sigh, and when she caught a glimpse of Fang Shuyu's ill-intentioned eyes, she rubbed her temples and went in.

A few people talked about some business at Qiao Weihuan's, and Mo Xilin got up and left first.

The moment he stepped into the elevator, Mo Xilin's face sank rapidly. He loosened his tie, the knot in his heart still unrelieved, and the last punch slammed into the cold elevator door, the metal elevator door did not move, silently mocking him.

Between losing many, many opportunities to meet Qiao Weihuan and never having the opportunity to confess again, he chose the latter.

From then on, he could only remain silent.

Two days later, Qiao Weihuan asked Chairman Chen and the CEOs of large and small enterprises to set up a few tables in the restaurant. At the dinner table, Qiao Weihuan frankly said that the foundation was going to be postponed, and those people were very surprised, but they were all human spirits, and seeing that Qiao Weihuan only chose to say something that was not light or heavy, he knew that the reasons were subtle and difficult to say, and after expressing regret, he swore that he would wait for Qiao Weihuan's news, and did not ask in detail.

After eating a meal, the bills/bills were contributed, Qiao Weihuan was not distressed, but tired. A shallow wrinkle appeared in the center of her eyebrows, and she and Moxilin left last, and her calm face was full of worry.

How to get the prime minister to see her, I still don't have a clue.

I have thought of countless ways, but none of them are reliable.

In the past few days, I have flipped through the public information in the United Kingdom, and I have not seen anything about He Zhengxiao and Mendez. However, there are political/political issues involved, and it is still inconclusive, that is, it will not be made public. Tan Lao can know, but he doesn't know the details......

The black shadow slid down the aisle in front of him, Qiao Weihuan came back to his senses suddenly, and Mo Xilin was retracting his hand, "What are you thinking of?" ”

Qiao Weihuan walked down the last step and raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, "I think this thing is going well, at least no one shows dissatisfaction on the face, so as not to make me upset." ”

Moxilin: "The identity of the founder of your foundation is there, and it makes sense to tell them, what can they say." ”

Identity...... Plausible?

Qiao Weihuan stopped, and in a flash of lightning, these two words flashed in his mind, splitting the swirling clouds like thunder.

I couldn't find out what identity she should use to talk to the prime minister, not to mention the actors, and the participants in Mendez were not enough. In the name of He Zhengxiao, they are not married yet, and it is not feasible for Manchester to call her a duchess in advance.

What do you think, she doesn't have the identity to talk to the prime minister, it's because she thinks too limited, wouldn't it be nice to change someone who can talk to the prime minister?

There are few such people she can reach, and she has to do it according to her ideas...... But the curator of the British Embassy, she can try!

The other is a reasonable reason, the prime minister must have known about the situation on the British side for a long time, so isn't the question of Mondez's engagement very appropriate? For the Prime Minister, that was reasonable and expected.

So the lines are connected!

Mo Xilin opened the car door, stepped into the carriage with long legs, and looked back at her still in place, "Qiao Weihuan?" ”

Qiao Weihuan gathered his thoughts and bent his eyes without warning, "You made me enlightened, thank you." ”

She smiled brightly that Moxie hadn't seen in a long time, and her delicate eyebrows shone brightly.

It is like a handful of streamers on the top of the snow-capped mountains, so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it.

Moxi's throat moved slightly, and he saw her wave his hand, quickly got into the car, and left in the blink of an eye.

The black car parked on the side of the road also caught fire, and the man in the suit in the driver's seat wiped his face with a heavy face: "Hey......"

The companion next to him also sighed, "I guess, if we weren't here, I'm afraid the person surnamed Mo just now couldn't help it, and might go over to hug Madame." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, there's something wrong with Madame's foundation, it's normal to get close to the surname Mo these days."

"What's normal? Every time Mrs. returns to China, the surname Mo has to look at it with Mrs. Mo, and it is ...... Eat and live together! The more the companion spoke, the more angry he became, pointing to his round eyes: "Why can't Madam stay away from the surname Mo, she doesn't know that the surname Mo is interesting to her?" I can see it all! ”

The man in the suit hung up the gear and stepped on the accelerator expressionlessly, "Madam is so smart, she knows what to do, don't talk nonsense." ”

That's right, everyone knows that Madame is smart, so she knows Mo Xilin's thoughts, and she is inseparable from him??

The companion slapped his thigh heavily and said bitterly: "Mr. is good enough for Madame, how can Madame be like this!" ”

Originally, he trusted Qiao Weihuan very much, but he could trust his wife, but he couldn't trust the dog skin plaster Mo Xilin.

What's more, there are still people who are guiding his thinking, reversing his thinking in a few words, making him feel that "seeing is believing".

People who don't know what is going on follow the fine net, touch the truth of the forgery little by little, and fall into the trap based on psychology, and from then on it is difficult to distinguish right from wrong and export into a knife.

Qiao Weihuan's mind was spinning rapidly, and he didn't dare to drive too fast. Happened to encounter a red light, she looked down at the phone screen, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

Do you want to tell He Zhengxiao?

Forget it, he's so busy, and he doesn't say anything when asked, which makes her irritable in vain.

After arriving home, Qiao Weihuan transferred Fang Shuyu over with a phone call.

When Fang Shuyu entered the door, Qiao Weihuan was only wearing a loose suspender pajamas, and the gauze on her shoulders was clearly visible. She changed her shoes, and the two of them went to the bedroom, and when they saw Qiao Weihuan lying on the bed, Fang Shuyu opened the medicine box neatly and took out scissors and gauze from it.

Cut open the tightly wrapped gauze, and the exposed wound had already scabbed, although she had seen it when she helped Qiao Weihuan change the gauze yesterday, Fang Shuyu was still worried in her heart.

This injury is not simple, it goes straight to the heart. If it hadn't been cut off halfway, the boss's life would have been whimpered with.

Fang Shuyu quickly changed the gauze, and a set of actions was smooth, which showed that he was a veteran.

In the end, Fang Shuyu didn't hold back, and when Qiao Weihuan got up to get dressed, his paw reached over and touched her waist.

Qiao Weihuan raised her eyes, "Lack of love?" Neither my junior brother nor Liang Minghui can satisfy you? ”

Fang Shuyu was complacently closing his claws, and when he heard this, he rolled his eyes towards the sky, his face full of "disgust to death".

"Those two are sick, I get annoyed when I see them, boss, don't mention it!"

Qiao Weihuan gestured slightly, and glanced at her mysteriously.

Neither of them took a fancy to it, but Fang Shuyu was okay......

The warm winter is approaching, and at 9 o'clock in the morning, the fairy atmosphere in City B is faint, and the high-rise buildings are shyly hiding behind the fog and haze, secretly looking at the pedestrians and vehicles on the road.

Qiao Weihuan parked the car and saw a white man in a suit and leather shoes standing at the entrance of the embassy from a distance. She got out of the car, nodded to him in a low-key manner, and kept entering the embassy.

"Ma'am." In the elevator, the white man who led the way lowered his voice, "The curator has been in City B for twelve years, and he will not return to China unless necessary, and he does not have much contact with China." ”

In other words, the curator does not participate in the struggle at home, he is neutral on the surface, and no matter what happens in the country, as long as he is stationed in the embassy, it basically does not affect him, and there is no need to participate.

But he is from the House of Commons, and it is impossible to say what his relationship with the prime minister will be.

Qiao Weihuan half-lowered her eyes, and her thin long eyelashes swayed like a fan, covering most of the deep darkness under her eyes.

The curator is an old gentleman who pays attention to etiquette, and his old face cannot cover his demeanor, and it can be seen that he is a man with excellent cultivation.

Qiao Weihuan smiled and shook hands with the other party, "I'm glad you can see me." ”

"The Duchess was so gracious, the old Duke of Demville took good care of me when I was in Manchester."

Qiao Wei's heart moved, and he heard the curator's words, "I haven't returned to China for a long time, but when the young duke was in City B, I saw him, and he was a better person than the old duke." ”

…… Before she could speak, the curator said clearly, is he familiar with He Zhengxiao?

Qiao Weihuan took a sip of coffee with an unchanged face, and saw the secretary quietly retreat and close the door smoothly before she said: "The curator's Chinese is very standard, it can be seen that you must have studied Chinese, then the curator should have heard of 'Mingzhe to protect himself'." ”

The curator smiled, got up from his chair, paced to the back of his desk and sat down, "Ma'am, I'm not good at dealing with people. ”

He nodded his heart and said calmly: "My emotional intelligence is very low. ”

It looks too calm, Qiao Weihuan couldn't tell the truth from the fake for a while. She thought for a moment and put it in a more sincere tone: "I'm also not good at rhetoric. ”

In the "ding" sound of the bottom of the teacup and the cup saucer colliding, Qiao Weihuan said calmly: "So I came here to ask the curator to help...... Please write to the Prime Minister. ”

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