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"Send me the surveillance, and by the way, send me a set of women's clothes."

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Moli opened the mailbox, and Tang Xiaoqin had already sent the surveillance video of An Ziqi being hit as quickly as possible.

The monitoring was far away and no sound could be heard, and after seeing An Ziqi's brows furrowed when he was hit above, Xiao Moli's face became even more gloomy.

Even though his waist was knocked like that, he squatted down to help others pick up information, and he didn't know how to cherish himself at all.

In front of An Ziqi, Xiao Moli didn't say anything, and turned off the video casually after watching it.

Looking up at her, because she was drugged on the back of her waist, she was lying on the sofa holding the computer and didn't know what she was doing, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were smiling.

A pair of feet were still cocked behind them, dangling mischievously.

The gloom on Xiao Moli's face instantly dissipated, and he picked up the information on the table.

He was in the office, An Ziqi was playing games on the sofa, and every time he raised his eyes, he could see her.

The corners of his lips couldn't help but raise slightly.

Tang Xiaoqin saw this scene when he came up to deliver clothes.

Xiao Moli personally stepped forward to take the clothes, and his body was slightly sideways, blocking in front of An Ziqi on the sofa.

The corners of Tang Xiaoqin's mouth twitched, Mr. Xiao, I am a woman, a woman, I have what your wife has, is it really necessary to guard against me so much?

I have to say that Tang Xiaoqin has been the secretary of the president for so many years, and he is still very careful, and he deliberately studied An Ziqi's dressing style on weekdays, and the styles of several sets of clothes sent to him are simple and very suitable for An Ziqi's temperament.

However, men probably like to see women in their own clothes.

Xiao Moli looked at An Ziqi who was wearing a white shirt and bare legs on the sofa, he still preferred her to dress like this, well, you can try more at home in the future.

An Ziqi saw that the clothes were delivered and got up to change them.

Xiao Moli was bad, she didn't give her the clothes, the two were fighting, and on the sofa, An Ziqi's phone rang.

An Ziqi glared at him, raised his little foot and stepped on Xiao Moyi's foot, and then went over to answer the phone.

Lin Man said to wait for her in the entertainment department downstairs.

"Okay, I see, go down right away."

An Ziqi hung up the phone and turned to Xiao Moli, "Give me the clothes quickly, Sister Man is still waiting for me downstairs." ”

Xiao Moli dissatisfiedly grabbed her waist and hugged her into his arms.

He bit her lip before letting go of her.

An Ziqi took the clothes to the lounge, quickly changed his clothes, and then went to Xiao Moli again, leaned over to him and kissed him on the face before walking out.

"Husband, I'm leaving."

"Well, wait for me to go home in the afternoon."

A smile flashed in Xiao Moyi's eyes, and she called her husband more and more pleasantly.

"Got it."

An Ziqi waved at him and went downstairs.

When she went out, Xiao Moli called Tang Xiaoqin.

"Investigate the assistant who bumped An Ziqi downstairs just now, and if there is no problem with her identity, let her pack up her things and leave. If there is a problem, send it to me. ”

An Ziqi became popular too quickly, there are so many artists under Huanyu, although no one says anything on the surface, there must be many people who are jealous in private.

If the assistant just unintentionally bumped into An Ziqi, letting her leave would be a punishment.

If she's being instructed to do so, then don't blame him for being rude.

"Yes, President."

Over there, Tang Xiaoqin hurriedly answered.

After hanging up the phone, I couldn't help but sigh that the president is definitely true love for An Ziqi.

It's really to the point where you're afraid of falling in your hand and afraid of melting in your mouth.