Now she finally understood why Huangfu Moche tortured her so much at the beginning, it turned out that someone really wanted to harm him.

He looks so beautiful, but he is also very pitiful, and he worries every day whether someone will harm him.

Li Xiangwei went back with her things and took out the tools one by one and put them on the table.

Huangfu Mocher bought her so many things, she had to at least give him something, but he was so rich, and he didn't need expensive things for him so much, and besides, she couldn't afford to give them away.

After thinking about it for a long time, Li Xiangwei still decided to give him his own handiwork.

Li Xiangwei found a small cartoon photo from the Internet, which looked cool and suitable for boys, and began to pinch it.

After an afternoon of careful kneading, Li Xiangwei packed the finished product in a box, and after dinner, Li Xiangwei hesitated for a long time before picking up the courage to hand over the things to Huangfu Moche.

With the clay figurine in her hand, she came to Huangfu Moche's study, and gently raised her arm and knocked it down.

"May I go in?"

"Hmm."

Huangfu Moche immediately turned off the sound of the microphone and looked up at Li Xiangwei who was walking over.

"Huangfu Mocher, this is for you, I hope you will like it......"

Li Xiangwei handed the box to Huangfu Moche's hand, and quickly turned around and left the study.

Huangfu Moche's heart was happy, and a sweet smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but this smile was immediately taken back by him, and he is still in a video conference......

Huangfu Mocher turned on the microphone and continued the meeting, but before it opened for two minutes, his eyes were attracted by the small gift box next to him.

He looked at it, couldn't help but take it in his hand, and then ...... It's taken apart.

Dozens of pairs of eyes stared at the little clay figure in his hand, all of them were blindfolded, the president is usually very strict, how to play with the clay figure in public today, or such a naïve cartoon clay figure.

The financial director who was reporting was panicked when he saw it, and his voice began to tremble a little, the president was obviously not listening to him, he should have an opinion about him......

"Young Master? Master? Feng Hao's voice came from the Bluetooth headset in his ear.

"Young master, stop playing."

Huangfu Moche looked at the clay figure in his hand with admiration, raised his hand to take it in front of the camera, and hooked his lips slightly: "Is it good-looking?" ”

The president was asking, how could it be said that it was not good-looking?

"Beautiful!"

"Beautiful!"

More than a dozen people said that it was good-looking, and Huangfu Moche's heart was even happier.

This was the first gift from a little woman to him, but this little clay figure was full of love for him.

"Young master, you're in a meeting now, put down the clay figurine." Feng Hao really broke his heart for him every day, the pigeons had been released during the day, and the meeting was changed to night halfway through, and dozens of high-level officials all took out the night time, but now they are asking the question of whether the clay man looks good in public.

"Say it all over again."

The CFO started reporting again.

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Li Xiangwei patronized the clay figurines in the afternoon, and when she came back, she found that there was a notebook on the first floor of her desk, which was a small rose gold one.

This should have been configured for her by the Emperor Mocher......

Li Xiangwei opened it, and the wallpaper on it was a photo of Huangfu Moche, with a line of words on it: [love you]

This man, don't you want to be so direct.

Li Xiangwei turned on her phone and sent him another text message: [Thank you. 】