I wish Haichao to follow the prestige to Mo Yan.

"I'm sorry I have another appointment tonight, I'm afraid I won't be able to attend tonight's banquet. Master, you won't blame me, will you? ”

Zhu Haichao smiled warmly: "I listen to everything." ”

Mo Yan was about to leave after thanking him, but Zhu Haichao pondered for a moment and added, "You don't want to say goodbye to Mr. Tang?" ”

Lao Qingfeng's employees all know that there seems to be something special between Mr. Tang and Mo Yan. Although they can't prove anything special. The reason why Zhu Haichao reminded Mo Yan so much was that he was afraid that the soup would always look for Mo Yan during the banquet.

"Okay." Mo Yan readily agreed.

Now that the report has ended, the acting time will also end.

When I arrived at the Wenhao's territory, it was normal business behavior to visit and thank him. What's more, the writer still has the grace of knowing her, and the slash identity of old friends and so on.

Mo Yan was not very familiar with the floor distribution of the Sifa Group, so Zhu Haichao led the way at the front desk.

The front desk guided Mo Yan into the elevator, out of the elevator, and into Mr. Tang's office area.

Indeed, it can only be described as an "office area" rather than an "office". Half of the space on the top floor is like a home, with a dining room, a lounge, an event room, a reception room, and a kitchenette......

Mo Yan looked curiously as he walked, and couldn't help but smile while watching: "Wenhao is too good at enjoying it." ”

The front desk raised an eyebrow on one side: Hehe, Wenhao, the relationship is really different. In that case, I don't want to use a large tile bulb. I saw a warm smile at the front desk: "Miss Mo, the door in front is where Mr. Tang works." I went downstairs first. If there is any need, you can play the inside line. ”

Mo Yan was not good at the front desk of other people's houses, so he had to thank him politely.

The front desk is backward, and Mo Yan is forward.

Come to the door and raise your hand and knock on the door.

At that time, the writer happened to come out to pour water and drink because he was thirsty, and when he heard a knock on the door, he habitually said "come in".

He didn't even look back to see who had come in. The president is always like this, no matter who knocks on the door, all he can say is "come in".

My throat hurts terribly, and every time I swallow, it hurts dryly.

"Writer." There was a sweet call from behind.

Wenhao's hand shook and he was poured hot water.

In pain, the water cup also fell to the ground. The hot water is immediately absorbed by the thick carpet.

Wenhao turned around, and couldn't help but hiss, and shook his hands in embarrassment.

"Hot?" Mo Yan hurried over and grabbed Wenhao's hand to inspect it. Fortunately, the red was red, and there was no blistering.

"This is—" The writer's gaze was attracted by the rose in Mo Yan's hand.

"This," Mo Yan suddenly laughed, she let go of Wenhao's hand, raised the rose with one hand, put it under her nose and sniffed deeply, tilted her head slightly, and said very sweetly: "Chengyou sent it." ”

Wenhao frowned, and then lowered his eyes, his gaze wandering over the back of his hot right hand.

Seung-woo's bloated top, baggy pants, and tired shoes are presented in the form of fragments and close-ups in the writer's mind. His state of mind was shrouded in indescribable irritability.

"What's so good about him?" The writer whispered, as if talking to himself.

"What?"

"What the hell do you like about him?"

Mo Yan's eyes widened, and he looked at the writer who looked up again and seemed to have changed his face.

"Are you with your eyes open or closed?" Wenhao grabbed Mo Yan's arm with his backhand and pulled her closer.

"Can you see me?" His face came up in front of hers, as if to melt into her sight.

How did things suddenly turn out to be the way they are now?! Mo Yan hadn't recovered from his stunned moments.

The writer was going to interrogate Mo Yan, but the moment he got closer, he was suddenly lost in a faint fragrance. Even he didn't react to himself, and his lips were already roaring to the other.

It's like a kissfish instinctively hitting another mouthfish.

It's like a nostril that has been forced to hold its breath and finally looks for an aerobic place.

Mo Yan's eyes widened in shock.

Although she still can't figure out the process, she knows the "result" that is happening very clearly. She! Refuse! Kissed by him!

Mo Yan tweeted Wenhao. The more she pushed him, the more irritated he grabbed her.

He clamped her arm with such force that it seemed to be grasping into her flesh.

He kissed her eagerly. I was so sad in my heart. He felt that he had many, many things that he wanted to share with her. I want to talk about Chen Yuduo, Chen Yingduo, I want to talk about pneumonia, cold, and I want to talk about his long-suppressed crush on her. However, there is no time to say. There is no extra mouth to say.

Unable to push him away, she ducked back.

The writer took advantage of the situation to hold her waist and greedily attached to her.

As soon as his legs were cold, he realized that he lifted the corners of her skirt.

She fell desperately, but he lifted her up and put her on the desk.

I don't know who bit whose lips or tongue, but the sweet smell spreads in the mouth, and seems to spread out of the corners of the mouth, competing with the speed of tears.

"Wow." Something was pushed under the table by the struggling Mo Yan.

"Huh-" The slightly collected skirt corners finally couldn't withstand his brute strength, and he couldn't form an army.

It was obviously a spring-like heating, but Mo Yan felt cold all around.

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Wang Chengyou bought celery, bean sprouts, kidney beans, seaweed, cabbage, greens, eggplant, cucumbers, tomatoes...... There is no discipline, and there is no food in my head, I just want to buy everything I see. I didn't have to stop until I couldn't carry it.

To bring the dishes home, he found an apron, wiped the table, then mopped the floor, and finally tore off the cloth covering the sofa and TV. He cleaned the filter of the vertical air conditioner without a teacher. Suddenly, I remembered that the bedding on the bed should be dried. Looking at the snowflakes flying outside the window, I smirked and decided to use a hair dryer instead.

When I was looking around for a hair dryer, I suddenly thought that I was not in a hurry to do this, so I should go back to the kitchen to stir-fry and cook first.

Open the cooking software and roughly divide the piles of dishes into who is partnering with whom. After having an idea in mind, I began to wash and chop the vegetables.

After a while of being busy loading the washed and cut vegetables into the dinner plate, there is no extra space on the countertop.

Looking up at the clock in the living room, it was almost 5 o'clock.

Mo Yan should be on his way back. When she heard someone else's report, she secretly used her mobile phone to tell him that she wanted to cancel the banquet in the evening.

Cleaning the celery in his hand, Wang Chengyou reached for another one, not beware of hitting his fingers on the tip of the knife. Fortunately, he was alert and quick to react, and when he felt that something was wrong, he quickly regained his strength. Rao is like this, and there are still red blood beads slowly rising out. The scene of blood beads pouring out is inexplicably a little dreamy.

Wang Chengyou had to stop what he was doing and press his hand on the bleeding finger. At that moment, my heart panicked inexplicably.