Chapter 4 How do you explain this?
His questioning came so suddenly and firmly, Gu Anhao was stunned for a moment.
After a long time, her eyes widened in disbelief and pointed at herself, "You mean, I moved your files without your permission?" ”
Mo Feimo smiled slightly sarcastically.
Without giving Gu An a chance to say more, he suddenly took a few steps forward.
The man's momentum was too compelling, and Gu Anhao was forced by him to subconsciously retreat, but he hit the wall of the study.
There is no way back.
Mo Feimo raised his hand, put one hand on her cheek, lowered his head abruptly, leaned in front of her, stared into her eyes, and said word by word, in a low voice, "Who made you do this, Gu Jia?" ”
Gu Anhao was almost out of breath by his momentum, and the tip of his nose was full of breath from his body.
It is a light sandalwood scent.
Deserted and abstinent, it becomes as dangerous as a knife when it approaches.
His voice was a little hoarse, and he slowly spoke, "I'll guess...... The Gu family has been lonely all these years, and they don't even have the opportunity to cooperate with the Mo family. You shouldn't be doing it for yourself - are you planning ahead, or is there someone behind the Gu family? ”
"Would you rather enter the Mo family in the name of unfilial piety, is this the purpose?"
It's too close.
It was so close that his breath fell on Gu Anhao's eyelashes, and the entire study was his deterrent.
Gu Anhao stubbornly didn't look away, even if because of the height difference, she could only keep looking up at him and was tired, she still resisted the pressure and firmly defended, "I didn't marry you with any purpose, and no one instructed me to ......"
Her voice was not loud, but her eyes were very determined, looking straight into his pupils.
Mo Feimo was a little stunned for a while.
He has been powerful for many years, and even his closest cronies have never dared to look at him. Gu Anhao can do it.
Most of his anger melted away for no reason, but he didn't let go of his suppression of her, and shook the document in his hand, "How do you explain this?" ”
After a pause, Han Sheng added, "If you can't explain it, you can also roll." ”
He doesn't need a variable to stay by his side.
Gu Anhao clenched his fingers, "Believe it or not, your documents were not moved by me." ”
Mo Feimo narrowed his eyes dangerously, and raised his hand to throw her out by the back collar. Gu Anhao hurriedly spoke, "Although I can't explain, I can find evidence!" I can prove that I really didn't do it! ”
In a hurry, she grabbed Mo Feimo's hand and was anxious, "The clear person is self-purifying, since it wasn't done by me, there will be traces left by others!" ”
The hands were slender and white, and when they landed on the back of their hands, they were so slippery that the chaotic memories of last night rushed back to Mo Feimo's mind, making him subconsciously let go of his hand slightly.
Gu Anhao immediately got out of his clamps, "In order to prove my innocence, I may have to check your study, I know you don't like others to mess with your things, I will try not to touch it." But even if you're going to throw me out, wait until I'm done proving it! ”
After she finished speaking, she immediately looked around, her figure was light and agile, and a snow-white waistline loomed under the thin shirt.
Mo Feimo's pupils deepened, but he unexpectedly didn't stop her.
Gu Anhao is very trustworthy, and he has always been very careful not to touch the things in the study. Mo Feimo's study is like his person, neat and capable, everything is neatly placed where it should be, meticulous, strict and perfect.
But there's one thing that breaks that rigor -
Gu Anhao squatted down and picked up a little bit of wet dirt from the ground. The dirt is finely crumbled and not easy to spot when it falls on a solid wood floor.
"I think I know who did it." Gu Anhao bent the corners of his eyes and smiled, his eyes were shining, as if they were filled with a handful of warm winter sun.
She looked up at the window lattice on one side as she spoke.
The breeze lifted the thin curtains, and the sunlight shone in, slowly revealing a shadow behind the curtains.