The next day.

It was the first rain after autumn.

It's not big, sporadically hitting the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Because it was too early, except for the fritter shop, there were no people to be seen on this kind of commercial street.

There is a park 700 meters behind the building, and a group of old ladies and grandfathers are strolling early, and of course they will buy breakfast by the way.

The fritter shop should be good, there are a bunch of people queuing, and you can smell the tofu brain.

It's just that the only difference today is that the old ladies are looking back.

After all, there has never been such a good-looking young man to line up at this point!

"Is it a girl or a guy?"

"It must be a girl."

"But why does it look so tall, it's still beautiful."

"Inquiring?"

"Inquiry!"

The old lady standing in front of Mo Bei spoke: "The girl works around here?" ”

"It's not." Mo Bei has always been very polite to the elderly and children: "The person I like is in the building in front. ”

When the old lady heard it, she said, "Big company! Is this bought and sent up? Boyfriend just graduated and is doing an internship, right? Internships are like that, tired. It's good to wait for a few months, she's really a good girl, and she knows that she feels distressed. ”

The old lady had pity in her eyes.

Although young people have a different routine now.

But it is really rare to see a child who comes down to buy breakfast so early and chats patiently with them, and it is liked.

Why did you have a boyfriend so early, alas......

Mo Bei walked under such a gaze, and the old ladies became more and more angry the more they looked at it, not to her, but to their own grandson, picked up the phone and dialed it: "What are you sleeping?" Do you know what time it is! Get up! Come out and buy breakfast! In the future, this fritter shop at the door of the house will often come to know it! Don't rush me if you don't come to that sports car, you're used to it! ”

Syllable!

The phone hung up.

Three Rich Second-Generation Collectives: ...... Grandma is so fierce today! They haven't had time to be coquettish yet... How? Wait a minute! Cart!!

Mo Bei, who went downstairs to buy breakfast, did not know about the turmoil she had caused.

When I walked back to the Feng Building, the security guard was a little dumbfounded.

When did this person come in?

Why didn't he even notice?

What about surveillance?

There are dead ends in any monitoring, and calculating these dead ends is just a daily routine for Mo Bei.

Therefore, an ordinary handcuff can be solved for her as long as she wants to.

It wasn't until she got to the top floor that the security guard reacted!

It can be seen that people entered the president's office, and suddenly remembered the gossip that colleagues chatted about when the shift was handed over.

This must be the president's woman!

However, the president's woman always feels weird.

How to look like their company's security equipment didn't exist to her, scratching her head.

Wrong! Wait a minute!

How did she open the door!

That fingerprint doesn't work!

Mobei is just buying breakfast, and it is true that some time is wasted when going out, but it is not a big problem.

She walked into the office, put the fried dough dough and soy milk on the coffee table, then took off his blazer before pacing into the rest room.

The person on the bed was still sleeping, the thin quilt was not very full, and the white shirt was lifted a little, revealing the waistline, powerful and attractive.

Mo Bei stretched out his hand and lifted the thin quilt up, and there was still moisture brought back from the outside.

Maybe it was her hands that were cold to him, or maybe the smell was too fresh and good, so Feng Nai was half-asleep and subconsciously grabbed her wrist...