After taking over the document handed over by he Zhang, Qiao Mo Han glanced at it carelessly, and the ink pupil sank.
It's the same trick as before.
From knowing her, he Zhang, as a subordinate of jomohan, dare not refuse.
But Mrs. Qiao was on the side and winked at him fiercely. He Zhang was caught in the middle and was in a dilemma. Her scalp was tense.
Can only slowly pull out the pen, handed it up.
Because of Mrs. Qiao's eyes, he tried his best to persuade him: "young master, the wife may just be angry and lose her temper. Otherwise, I'll call my wife first to find out? Or, young master, do you coax her yourself? Maybe, listen to a few good words, the wife will not make trouble
Women, not all of them.
Because I can't get the care of her husband, I like to make trouble.
Straight make the husband will focus on his eyes again, will give up.
Mrs. Joe felt this deeply.
When she first got married, she didn't do the same thing. She made trouble with Mr. Joe all day long.
The more noisy this is, the more we care about each other.
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