"Mo Han, watch out for the steps."

"Mo Han, pay attention to the bonsai, come over a little."

"This ......"

And the reporter, who had not yet left, instantly raised his mobile phone to capture it, and his eyes were full of gossip.

Qiao Mohan, chairman of Qiao's Group, and Meng Yao, an elite and beautiful lawyer for returnees, this is an explosive news, the bodies of the two people next to each other and the worried look of the beautiful lawyer, everything is announcing the extraordinary relationship between the two.

In addition, Meng Yao, a beautiful lawyer who amazed the four seats tonight, frequently refused the invitations of many outstanding men, but she was only worried about the chairman of Qiao's Group, and there was a story!

Meng Yao carefully helped Qiao Mohan out of the dinner, and still behaved in front of the beauties on the side, and the men who were waiting for him looked at Qiao Mohan with envy.

The protagonists are gone, and the dinner party is gone, but it is late at night.

With the help of the driver, Meng Yao laboriously helped Qiao Mohan into the back seat, and after reporting the address to the driver after getting into the car, he leaned on the back seat tiredly.

The night was like ink, Qiao Mohan's handsome face was hidden in the inky night, Meng Yao looked at Qiao Mohan with obsessive eyes through the faint light of the car, but there was a driver, Meng Yao didn't dare to make any overstepping.

Pleasant time always passed quickly, in Meng Yao's still somewhat reluctant mood, Qiao's family had arrived, Meng Yao left the driver outside the door, and helped Qiao Mohan to enter the gate outside Qiao's villa.

Seeing that it was about to be at the gate, Meng Yao thought of something, and laboriously supported Qiao Mohan's sturdy body with her delicate body, raised her hand and pinched herself a few times around her neck, and her tears were rolling in her eyes.

When he felt the hot pain in his neck, he put Qiao Mohan's hand on his shoulder with satisfaction, supported Qiao Mohan's waist with one hand, and caressed Qiao Mohan's strong chest with the other hand, and helped Qiao Mohan into Qiao's house with an intimate look.

Lin Qian, who had put the child to sleep, looked at the big clock on the wall at this moment, it was so late, why hadn't Qiao Mohan come back yet? I couldn't help but feel worried.

The bowl of sobering soup on the table in front of him was no longer as steaming as it had just been served, Lin Qian touched the edge of the bowl, it was still a little warm, and Qiao Mohan could still drink it when he came back.

Just as he was thinking like this, there was the sound of the door being pushed lightly in his ears, and Lin Qian immediately turned around with a happy face, but the smile on his face stiffened in the next second.

"You guys ......" Lin Qian's tongue was knotted, he didn't know what to say, and he didn't spit out any words after a long time.

Lin Qian's slightly stiff expression fell on Meng Yao's eyes, and a refreshing taste surged in his heart, and he said quietly: "Qianqian, it's not what you think, Mo Han drank too much." ”

Lin Qian looked at the appearance of the two kissing people at the door, and his heart shrank suddenly, as if he was stabbed with a blunt object, Mo Han? Why is she so close? What is not what she thinks? What did she think!

"Thank you."

Lin Qian pulled an ugly smile, walked over, carefully took Qiao Mohan from Meng Yao, and gently placed it on the sofa beside him.

Meng Yao stood at the door nervously, and after Lin Qian put Qiao Mohan away, he came over and pulled Lin Qian up and said, saying apologetically: "Lin Qian, don't misunderstand, we met at the dinner today and found out that they were old friends, and when we were happy, I drank too much, I really have nothing to do with him, we are just good friends in the past."

After listening to Meng Yao's "explanation", Lin Qian's face changed several times, and his eyes fell on Meng Yao's slender figure, only then did he take a look, the skin lined with an emerald green dress was crystal clear, and the elegant makeup decorated the delicate little face, it is undeniable that Meng Yao is very beautiful tonight, good friend? What kind of good friends are they?

However, a few dark red marks broke into Lin Qian's eyes, but the snow-white neck looked very abrupt and dazzling, Lin Qian's eyes sank slightly, and he couldn't help but think of some pictures that shouldn't be in his mind, and quietly withdrew his hand from Meng Yao's hand.

Meng Yao didn't pay attention to Lin Qian's hand, but saw Lin Qian's gaze fall on his neck, and soon, thinking of something, an abnormal flush climbed on his delicate face, and he hurriedly covered his neck with his hand, his eyes were a little evasive, and he looked at Lin Qian with an unnatural expression.

"You ......" The dark red mark as dazzling as blood made Lin Qian open his mouth curiously, and before Lin Qian could finish the words in his mouth, Meng Yao interrupted in a panic.

"It's nothing, just accidentally getting bitten by a mosquito."

Mosquito bite? Will there be mosquitoes at a lavish dinner hosted on the top floor of a luxury hotel? What kind of mosquito can bite into such a dark red with ambiguous marks?

Meng Yao looked at Lin Qian's look of disbelief, and hurriedly pulled Lin Qian's withdrawn hand, and said with eagerness on his face: "It's really a mosquito bite, it has nothing to do with Mo Han, don't misunderstand." ”

Lin Qian only felt that her head was a little painful when she was not drunk, and Meng Yao's explanation of the three hundred good things without silver here made her heart mess up in an instant.

"Lin Qian, you go back to me, I feel uneasy if you don't return to me, I just returned to China and I am a friend of yours, I don't want to lose a good friend because of a misunderstanding." As he spoke, a pair of beautiful apricot eyes were filled with mist, with a thick sad rhyme.

Lin Qian was a little irritable for a while, thinking that Meng Yao had solved a scumbag for herself, and was almost taken advantage of by the other party, she gently patted her hand and said comfortingly: "I don't, you think too much." ”

When Meng Yao heard this, she smiled sweetly, "I knew that Lin Qian wouldn't misunderstand, Mo Han asked you, it's so late, I should go back too." After speaking, he gently hugged Lin Qian, waved his hand and left.

Lin Qian looked at Meng Yao's departing back blankly, the silver glow of the moonlight sprinkled under her looked like a bright angel, if it was her, she would not be able to resist it.

Meng Yao left in style, but Lin Qian's heart was haunted by her words, her head was like a ball of paste, and her thoughts were like thousands of hairs entangled, chaotic.

Why did Meng Yao call him so intimate? What kind of good friends are they? What did they say tonight? Why did Qiao Mohan drink so much? Why does the mark on Meng Yao's neck look like a trace of love?

The questions that lingered in her heart smashed at Lin Qian one after another, and she was out of breath, and suddenly thought of Qiao Mohan's previous "cooperation" with her, Lin Qian's face suddenly turned pale.