Chapter 65

Liu morxi was listless for half a morning. After all, the president was not here, and she had nothing to do as a secretary. She casually cleaned the office table and sat on the sofa. She likes to be stunned like this. It's very quiet around. Only the world and her own feeling are wonderful. She can think of a lot of things. She sat there and thought a lot, including the relationship between Liu Siming and Han Mingze, and how to live in the future. The only thing she couldn't control was when Yin moting would come back?

In the open office, his breath is getting weaker and weaker. Almost even the air will forget his existence, and his only trace will disappear. Will he spend enough time here and never come back?

Liu morxi was a little sad. There were always too many fantasies in the feelings of the little girl. She could never be too natural and unrestrained in the face of the determination of feelings.

A sports car stopped at the door of Shengkang group. A heroic and cold figure came down from the car. The high-grade customized leather shoes made a loud noise, taking him to plan strategies as usual. Only this time, there was a bit of killing left!

"President Yin, you're back. Is everything going well?" Anyang hurried to meet him with his men after receiving the news. A group of people stood in a row, with their heads held high and dignified, like soldiers waiting for Yin moting's review.

"Yes." Only one word, a faint word, exhausted all his strength.

Anyang didn't see clearly until he approached. Although Yin moting's bearing was not reduced, his face was pale and his eyes were dim. In the past, Ling Rui's expression became weak, and there was no blood on his lips. The dark blue suit he was wearing was not the one he wore when he left.

"Mr. Yin, are you all right? Do you want to invite Dr. Li to come..." based on his experience of following Yin moting for many years, Anyang can judge that Yin moting must have been injured, or not light. Now he must invite Li Mu to come.

Nothing can make Yin moting's sharp eyes lose color except when his body can't bear it.

"No, it's a penetrating injury. He doesn't need to take the bullet." Yin moting chuckled, with some self mockery.

Anyang was stunned and stood still like a wood. Yin moting was shot? Since he followed Yin moting, he has never seen the target that Yin moting's gun can't hit, or the bullet that can hit Yin moting. He can't imagine how dangerous the scene in Yan's house is.

Yin moting went to the elevator entrance, turned around and looked coldly at Anyang pestle in place, "where is Xi Xi?"

"Oh! Mr. Yin, Miss Liu came to work early this morning. She's in your office now!" Anyang found that he was losing his manners and hurried to Yin moting's side to help him press the elevator.

Yin Mo Ting's mouth stirred up a warm smile, which was the satisfaction of narrowly escaping death!

The elevator door opens on the 12th floor, which is the president's office, so there are few employees. When Yin moting got out of the elevator, he could no longer maintain his dignity and elegance. He covered his chest, his body was a little hard, his breathing became short, and fine beads of sweat came out of his forehead!

Anyang quickly helped Yin moting, "President Yin, I'll call Dr. Li now."

"Go away." Yin moting gets rid of Anyang. He has only one direction. Now he must go to the office immediately to see Liu morxi. That's his good medicine.

When he reached the door of the office, Yin moting took his luck and sorted out his suit so that he couldn't look injured. He pushed open the door and saw Liu morxi bathed in the sun.

She sat on the sofa in front of the window, quiet and clear. With a bit of childishness, he held his chin, his long eyelashes flashed with light and shadow, and tooted his mouth in a daze, just like an elf who doesn't eat fireworks.

Seeing Yin moting appear in front of her, Liu morxi couldn't believe her eyes. Before she could change her surprised expression, she was held in her arms by Yin moting who came quickly.

"Xi Xi, do you miss me?" He vomited tenderness on her white and tender neck, like begging for her love and questioning.

Clamp her hand, burst out strength, stroked the petite and slender waist, and the fine kiss swam and whirled around her neck with a slight bite. Every bite is swallowing her breath and her flexibility.