didn't wait for the results of everyone's gossip, and a few people gathered together heard footsteps from far and near.

So everyone hurriedly switched from the state of fishing, and almost instantly returned to their seats and pretended to work hard, so as not to be found gossiping and deducting wages.

It's just that Huo Yichen didn't have time to watch them at this time, so he only cared about chasing Murong Qiao.

Murong Qiao, who had a little taste in his heart, was windy at his feet, and he walked really fast, and when Huo Yichen chased him out of the office, everyone got into the corner and got off the elevator.

Helpless, Huo Yichen could only press the elevator next to him.

The figures of the two of them swept by like the wind really stunned everyone, and even watched their president lose his steady demeanor for the first time and hurriedly chase people, and the hearts of several people who had just gossiped set off a storm in their hearts.

"You, you hit me." The colleague tugged at the person next to him.

Is he dreaming? Otherwise, how could he see his own president chasing people in such a hurry?

The person who was pulled did not hesitate to pinch his colleague, and after hearing the cry of pain, everyone woke up like a dream, looked at each other, and found surprise in their eyes.

"So, the girl you just talked about, that's the one?" Someone asked.

Truth be told, it's pretty, better than anyone she's ever seen.

"It's true that I saw the people, but it's—"

The tone of the reply was hesitant, obviously startled by the scene just now.

"That, that, what's the situation, Miss Jiang and this and our Mr. Huo ......"

The words of the second gossip suddenly stopped, because the familiar and hard-pressed high heels were close to the sound of clack.

Then everyone saw Jiang Weiyang leave with a gloomy face.

As for Ye Zhen, who came out of the president's office at the end, he took on the gossip of all the staff on the forty floors.

"Ye Tezhu, Mr. Huo, what is this?" The person on the side dared to ask.

Ye Zhen glanced at him, "Work hard, and then talk about gossip and deduct wages." ”

This sentence made everyone stop, at least no one dared to talk about it anymore, and they all kept their heads and only looked at their computers.

But I don't know what I'm thinking.

The elevator flew down.

Murong Qiao lowered his eyes and looked at the bouquet of white roses he was still carrying in his hand, and he was still thinking about the picture he had just seen in his mind.

Knowing is knowing, but jealousy is not something that can be controlled, thinking of the moment just now when Jiang Weiyang deliberately approached Huo Yichen, Murong Qiao still had a faint reflux in his heart.

Ding——

The elevator doors opened.

Murong Qiao raised his feet and stepped out, and was about to tell the girl at the front desk to ask her to give the flowers to Huo Yichen, but when he got out of the elevator, he found that he had pressed the wrong floor.

She mistakenly pressed the first floor into a negative one, and faced the underground parking lot with many vehicles in front of her, she couldn't help but have a headache.

Forget it, just walk out of the parking lot and take a taxi.

Murong Qiao was about to leave, but before he could take action, he was stopped by Huo Yichen, who was chasing after him.

She was defenseless, and fell backwards following Huo Yichen's strength, and after the time for her brain to react, she found that she had been pulled into the car by the other party.

"I'm sorry Qiaoqiao, it's my fault that I didn't distance myself from Jiang Weiyang in time." Huo Yichen sincerely apologized.

His eyes were full of apology and chagrin, and his eyes were clean and black and white, looking at her deeply.

The focused gaze stared at herself, making Murong Qiao feel as if her whole body was burning, and there was an unspeakable heat, a little bit of restlessness from the bottom of her heart, and then enveloped her whole person.

She turned her head in avoidance, her mouth still stiff, "I don't need to explain." ”

Irony.

Huo Yichen raised his eyebrows, and immediately judged Murong Qiao's inner thoughts.

"Of course you have to explain," he replied earnestly, and then his tone was serious, "otherwise what if someone steals the little pearl?" ”

"Who-" Murong Qiao's face turned red with shame, and he was about to turn around and refute.

How could she do such a childish thing, she would definitely not drop the little pearl, she was obviously just jealous.

But as soon as she turned her head, she met Huo Yichen, who was close, and she was immediately dumbfounded.

At the end of the eyes, some beautiful peach blossom eyes were particularly rippling, and the eyes were so clear that she only fit her alone, so he looked at her fixedly.

The distance gradually narrowed, and even the breath became hot and hot.

Every time Murong Qiao looked at Huo Yichen's face, he felt that how could anyone be so good-looking, and this moment was no exception.

She felt her face heat up, and her voice involuntarily lightened.

"Why are you so close?"

completely lost the momentum just now, and couldn't help but be fierce, and even a little soft.

Huo Yichen's handsome and fair face was full of seriousness, "I want to apologize to you." ”

He said it so seriously that there was no taste of oily and slippery tones at all, and the tail note was lowered as if with a hook, inadvertently tugging at the listener's heartstrings.

Murong Qiao pursed his lips, suppressed the corners of his mouth that wanted to be curled, and deliberately ignored him with a serious face.

Huo Yichen saw that she didn't speak, so he lowered his body again, as if he wanted to hug Murong Qiao into his arms, looked at her highly, and pressed it in his direction with one hand around her waist.

This action made the white rose that Murong Qiao was still carrying be suppressed, and the sound attracted Huo Yichen's attention.

He looked sideways at the flower, then smiled as he turned his gaze.

"This flower was given to me?"

"It's not."

Murong Qiao retorted stiffly in the next second.

But Huo Yichen saw it, and the card on the rose had his name written on it.

"I wanted to surprise you at night, but I'm sorry to disturb your bad mood, I promise it won't happen again."

Huo Yichen promised that he had never had time to deal with Jiang Weiyang's affairs, and now that it affected Murong Qiao, he naturally would not tolerate it.

Murong Qiao raised his eyes and looked at him fixedly.

Just when Huo Yichen thought that she was going to have a hard mouth, she heard Murong Qiao muttering in a very low voice.

“…… The flower is for you. ”

If it weren't for the self-control that kept her face tight, Murong Qiao would have been unable to withstand this attack, but when Huo Yichen approached her like this and made her feel the critical blow of beauty, she couldn't stand her soft-heartedness.

A chuckle suddenly came from overhead.

Murong Qiao looked up, but saw that the lights outside the car were faintly refracted in, cutting the dim space into black and white, shrouded in a soft aroma, and the white shirt outlined the beautiful and sturdy human body curves of the person in front of him.

Everything seemed blurry and ambiguous, and the distinct patches of color in her field of vision were mottled except for a kiss, which pecked at her eye like a feather.

Murong Qiao subconsciously closed his eyes, his attention suddenly focused, and he didn't care to listen to what Huo Yichen seemed to say in a low voice, so he was tightly wrapped around his waist by the other party's warm palm, feeling this enthusiasm closely.

The atmosphere became agitated in a trance, and Murong Qiao's lips and teeth also opened slightly.

He caught a glimpse of the glittering light in the eyes of the person below him in the darkness, and also saw that her swollen lips were a little more gorgeous by his own kiss, with the black hair scattered everywhere and the skin exposed by the collar half open—

Huo Yichen closed his eyes, forcing himself not to think about the whiteness, but the picture in his mind was more vivid.

(End of chapter)