Chapter 201: Plane No. 444 (33)

Chapter 24

Rong Qi not only didn't go out, but also stepped forward.

"Uncle, how about making a deal?"

Obviously, Mo Jiaoyang is not her uncle, and she and Mo Senyang have also broken up, but Rong Qi seems to have a strong interest in this title.

The main reason is that the expression on the goblin's face is too cold, and she just can't help but want to break the calm and indifference on his face.

……

Mo Jiaoyang didn't answer her.

Rong Qi didn't feel embarrassed, and said to himself: "I will fulfill one of your wishes, you give me one thing, and we will exchange it fairly, how about it?" ”

"Don't worry, what I want from you, you can take it out with absolutely ease, and it will have no effect on you."

She was getting closer to herself.

The tip of her nose seemed to linger with the smell of her body.

The smell, inexplicably familiar, made him rush up his throat and vomit and the feeling faded.

And as she got closer, he subconsciously wanted to get closer to her.

He should have immediately stepped away from her, but because of the feeling deep inside, he didn't move.

Rong Qi stepped forward and tilted his head slightly, the distance between the two people was very close.

Close enough that he could see the fluff on her face when he lowered his eyes.

His heart beat suddenly, and the suffocating sensation she had just relieved seemed to come back to her.

"How? Trading? ”

Her words jolted him awake.

Mo Jiaoyang took a step back, feeling that his breathing was smooth, he lowered his eyelashes, took out his mobile phone, and made a call: "Call the security guard to come up and take people away, and tell the front desk to leave." ”

The assistant who received Mo Jiaoyang's call was stunned.

This was the first time the president of the family had asked him to bring someone into his office.

Rong Qi never expected that the little goblin would ask the security guard to coax him away.

She stepped forward and pushed the man to his desk until he couldn't retreat.

Rong Qi stretched out a hand and propped it up on the edge of the table.

"You're going to get the security guards to get rid of me?"

The corners of Mo Jiaoyang's lips tightened, he wanted to leave from the other side, Rong Qi took a step faster than him, and his two arms were propped up on the edge of the table, trapping him.

He finally raised his eyes and met her eyes.

She had a smile on her face, but there was indifference in her eyes.

His figure was reflected in his eyes.

Mo Jiaoyang was stunned, and felt the familiar palpitations again.

He didn't speak, and Rong Qi didn't speak.

Until a sudden knock on the door broke the atmosphere between the two.

Rong Qi stepped back, withdrew his hand lightly, and said, "You think about it, I'll come back tomorrow." ”

Rong Qi opened the door, and the assistant was about to drop his hand again, and then calmly put it down, with two points of surprise in his eyes: "Miss Luo, let's go." ”

Coming out of the president's private domain was unscathed.

The door of the office was closed again, and after seeing Rong Qi get on the elevator and leave, he knocked on the door again: "President." ”

In the middle of the night, just when he thought he would not get a response, the door suddenly opened.

Mo Jiaoyang stood at the door, his face was ugly, and said, "Help me make an appointment with Dr. John, all the trips in the afternoon have been cancelled." ”

"Okay." The assistant jot down the schedule, then looked up and asked, "Is the president seriously ill?" ”

This time the event took place two days earlier than usual.

Mo Jiaoyang didn't answer, and the assistant didn't ask again.

After Rong Qi left, he felt so angry!

The little goblin, a scumbag who turns his face and doesn't recognize people, keeps calling people sweet when he is good to others, and he is ruthless immediately after sleeping.

Hum!

Sure enough, there is still a lesson to be learned!

System: People have never called you Britney, and they have never been ruthless, okay?

What strange things did the host look at?

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Thanks to the little angel 'Xixi Diewei' for their strong support to this column.