Qiao Xu didn't want to quarrel with him, and he didn't know why this person suddenly became so stubborn.

"If you push so hard, the wound will open again."

Her eyes were still calm and unwavering, and she looked at his wound and made a kind reminder.

A cold sneer came from Lu Moqing's mouth, he grabbed her hand and let go, "What are you?" If you stab me, do you want to give me a candy to eat? ”

Qiao Xu twisted his eyebrows and didn't say anything.

"You think I'm rare?"

He curled his lips coldly, suddenly got up from the sofa and walked out, and repeated in a hoarse voice in a low voice, "I'm not rare, I'm not rare......"

When he reached the door, he reached for the door, tugging on the doorknob tightly, and finally threw it away.

Qiao Xu stood in place, thinking about Lu Moqing's appearance when he left, and his brows tightened a little.

After a long time, she took a few deep breaths, pressed her swollen heart, and said in a low voice: "I didn't feel sorry for him, what face did you have to kill me." ”

When the wound is opened, it will be opened, and if she persuades him and does not listen, then she will let him die!

After Qiao Xu did some psychological construction in his heart, he instantly became much more at ease.

Since he doesn't remarry, there's no need to involve him too much.

MG Clubhouse——

In the tall and spacious private room, men and women dressed in bright clothes sit together, some drink and some dance.

Through the middle of the crowd, on the high-end leather sofa, Lu Moqing leaned lazily on the back of the chair, with a glass of scarlet liquor as red as blood in his knotted hands, and his slightly squinted eyes seemed to be lazy but seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

"Mr. Gu, is this really the bureau that our president called you?"

Jiang Hao suppressed his voice, approached Gu Junhang, who was sitting in the corner with a wine glass, and asked in a low voice.

"Hmm."

Jiang Hao, who got the answer, was a little surprised, this is not like the style of their president at all.

This man who is so self-disciplined that he is like a monk would take the initiative to form such a drinking party, and he has only been assigned to the mailroom for a day, and the president has been stimulated by something he doesn't know?

Looking at the women who were staring at their boss and were about to lean over at any time, Jiang Hao frowned with some concern.

"Mr. Gu, I'm a little worried about our president."

"Huh?"

Gu Junhang's cold gaze swept over the transparent wine glass and threw it at Jiang Hao, "What are you worried about?" Can he still be eaten by those women? ”

Gu Junhang sneered, he didn't need to ask, he knew what blow Lu Moqing had suffered?

Who else can make him look like this, except for his ex-wife who was taken away by him with his strength.

"No, I'm worried that our president will break those women's hands."

Where would he worry that the president would be eaten?

This thirty-year-old virgin...... Ah, no, the thirty-year-old Kaolin flower, not everyone has the ability to eat it.

Gu Junhang's gaze lightly looked at Lu Moqing, who was sitting on the sofa without saying a word, his face was gloomy and terrifying, as if he would eat people at any time, and his cold lips were lightly hooked.

Those women really wanted to get close to Lu Moqing, but they were also frightened by his appearance.

But in the end, there are still those who are not afraid of death.

"Lu Shao, come and play together, it's the first time people have seen Lu Shao in person, you are more than the photo...... Yes!! ”

Before the woman's delicate words were finished, the fingers that had just reached Lu Moqing's chest were directly broken by him, "Get out!" ”