It was the first time for Su Mingyuan to feel that time was passing so slowly, and when he didn't know how many times he looked at the time, a knock finally sounded on the door.

He immediately sat up solemnly, holding the tablet, looking very busy, and said unhurriedly, "Come in." ”

Hearing Su Mingyuan's voice, Qiao Yue pushed the door and walked in.

Su Mingyuan was still the same as in the morning, sitting on the sofa diagonally opposite the desk, holding a tablet in his hand, seeing Qiao Yue coming in, he only raised his head slightly, glanced at her lightly, and then lowered his head and continued to slide something on the tablet.

Qiao Yue didn't speak, quietly stuck out her tongue, and walked directly to the desk and sat down, continuing her morning's work.

After a long time, when the regular keyboard tapping sound sounded again in the room, Su Mingyuan raised his head and looked at Qiao Yue, who was working hard.

Only then did he realize that Qiao Yue was not wearing the skirt of the morning, but a light blue loungewear with long sleeves and trousers.

He saw Qiao Yue wear this suit a few times, the style was very simple, not very new, it looked like it should have been worn for a long time.

But Qiao Yue, who is naturally beautiful, even if she wears the most ordinary clothes, can't hide her charm, but gives people a light and fresh feeling.

Su Mingyuan remembered the rows of brand-name clothes hanging in the cloakroom, which he asked the people at the counter to carefully select and send them according to her size before Qiao Yue moved in.

Su Mingyuan felt that every girl loved beauty and beautiful clothes, clothes and jewelry, so according to his imagination, he bought the clothes he thought Qiao Yue might like, as well as those jewelry.

Even in order not to let Qiao Yue worry about the price of the clothes, before she moved in, Su Mingyuan had all the hangtags on the clothes and the price tags on the jewelry cut off.

However, after moving to the Valley Villa for several months, he had never seen Qiao Yue wear those clothes or any jewelry.

If she doesn't wear it because she doesn't like the style of the clothes, Su Mingyuan can understand it.

But dozens of sets of clothes, ranging from home clothes to party dresses, and many clothes that can be worn when going to work and going out, isn't there any one she likes?

She would rather wear her old clothes than the clothes he prepared, and the only explanation is that she doesn't like him, she doesn't like him, so she doesn't like what he prepares.

Thinking of this, Su Mingyuan's gaze dimmed, and then he was dyed with a thin layer of coldness.

A strong possessiveness instantly filled his heart, and he wanted Qiao Yue to be completely his own, instead of being so obedient on the surface like this, but resisting and staying away from him in his heart.

Su Mingyuan was not satisfied with just using a contract to maintain the relationship between him and Qiao Yue, he wanted her heart, her all.

Thinking that Qiao Yue deliberately wanted to dissociate herself from her, Su Mingyuan's heart couldn't help but burn with anger, and his face was gloomy.

He was afraid that this anger would become less and more intense, burning himself and Qiao Yue.

There was a snap, and the tablet was thrown on the couch next to it with an abrupt sound.

Qiao Yue, who was immersed in analyzing a set of data, was taken aback.

When she looked up, she saw Su Mingyuan standing up from the sofa with an iron face, looking at her with a cold look in his eyes.

Qiao Yue was stunned, she didn't know why Su Mingyuan was suddenly angry.

She opened her mouth slightly, and looked at Su Mingyuan timidly, dazed.

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