Chapter 100: Where the Hate Comes From (2)

There are more people outside, it should be Xiao Kuang who is back, he is an emperor, and he always hula around many people.

Taking a deep breath and taking a deep breath, Yun Moyu, who had cheered herself up countless times, raised a bright smile and walked out of the kitchen with biscuits.

There were not many servants in the hall, the butler took a suit jacket and handed it to other servants, and he himself followed behind Xiao Kuang, Lin Zheng held his briefcase unchanged for a hundred years, with a posture of three hundred taels of silver here.

Several strangers sat next to Lin Zheng or on other sofas in turn, all of them turned on their computers, as if they had something to do.

Whether Yun Moyu's feet are stepping or not, she is a little entangled.

Regardless of it, he boldly raised his head and walked over, put down the exquisite crystal plate and a small half glass of juice, and turned away proudly.

Xiao Kuang didn't look at her, and so did the others. But he ate the biscuits, and he picked up a piece from time to time, and ate all the biscuits into his stomach while listening to the report.

The juice is a little sour, and it is all drunk into the stomach, and there is still a fragrance in the mouth, it seems that Yun Moyu has really put a lot of thought into it. The little biscuit is not surprising, Xiao Kuang cares about her heart.

It was not good to eat too many sweet biscuits, so she made various shapes and put eight pieces on them. Paired with hand-squeezed juice, it's really good. Xiao Kuang was very satisfied, took out his mobile phone and sent a text message. So well-known designers, brand stores, and maids in charge of clothing got busy.

But a piece of information made Xiao Kuang's eyes darken.

The designer asks the size ...... Xiao Kuang, who closed her eyes, suddenly remembered the situation every night, she loves to blow up her hair, and she doesn't know how to be soft and affectionate, every time she can't stand it, she knows that she begs for mercy, and she will never learn to be obedient. But it's okay, it's longer than anyone else's. Opening his eyes, Xiao Kuang entered a piece of information.

The short meeting was over, and when Xiao Kuang went upstairs, Yun Moyu immediately ran out to greet him.

Xiao Kuang used to like it very much, but after that kind of incident, he was not interested in her hospitality. Yun Moyu was not discouraged, and immediately rubbed her shoulders and legs after the others sat down, and carefully pressed her temples with her hands.

Xiao Kuang was a little sleepy, leaning on the back of the sofa and squinting. The lethality weakened, and Yun Moyu lowered her head to admire the handsome faces of others. I don't get tired of looking at it, I mean Xiao Kuang, a person who is flawless, noble-born, extremely smart, and still holds great power!

Ay? Something seems wrong! The temples look like dead holes, right?

How could he possibly let himself touch such an important position just after the coffee incident?

Didn't he suspect me at all? Does he believe me? Yun Moyu's hand stopped, and her eyes flashed with extreme surprise.

"From the beginning, did you know it wasn't my business? Then why kick me? "It's all green now, with a hint of red lines, and it's horrible and painful.

“……”

"For ...... Why don't you speak? "Yun Moyu has Venus in front of him, he is so bad? Wait, Xia Rong used to pass by over there, coffee? Could it be her?

"See why I kicked you?"

Recalling Xiao Kuang's words at that time, Yun Moyu's mind was turbulent: "Then why didn't you punish her?" ”

"Why did I keep her?"

Why do the people who should answer keep asking? Yun Moyu can reply without thinking: "Because you are despicable and shameless, you want her to be a slave for the rest of your life with debts." ”

"Stupid," the corners of his mouth were raised, and Xiao Kuang opened his eyes in an eerie moment: "Because she wants to take revenge on you." ”

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