Chapter 191

"Tin yuan, please forgive me. I really know I'm wrong. I'm willing to do whatever you do to me."

On the other side, Zhou Mengqing is begging.

At 6 a.m. in Mo's living room, Mo Xiyuan wanted to go to the company to report while it was still early, but he didn't expect to be entangled with brown sugar.

"Then go away! Quickly disappear into my sight!" he said impolitely.

In fact, the more polite you are to a woman like Zhou Mengqing, the more you will only give her a chance to climb up the pole.

He had been fooled by her too many times, so he made up his mind not to do it again.

Zhou Mengqing was wronged,

"Xiyuan, my aunt has given me a task, told me to look at you, and asked me to go to the company with you. I've been waiting for you all night, but I don't want to miss you. My aunt is also for you. As a son, you can't live up to her kindness..."

Mo Xiyuan had a headache when he looked at her. However, she was tangled with herself. In addition, she still had a wound on her forehead, which was kowtowed to him last night.

The woman's determination is surprisingly firm. It's torture to continue to be entangled by her.

If he continues to insist, it will be another torture when his mother wakes up.

Torture and torture, this kind of thing makes the gods cry.

Mo Xiyuan looked at Zhou Mengqing's pitiful face and suddenly felt that he was so tired.

He was so tired that he didn't want to be caught between two women.

He just wants to work now.

So he took a deep breath and said to Zhou Mengqing:

"Well, since you want to work in the company with me, you should do well. What's the position my mother gave you?"

"Your assistant," said Zhou Mengqing as soon as he heard of the play.

"OK, assistant, right? Then come with me. Today, go and straighten out all the bad debts of Morse's over the past ten years, and then try to get all the arrears back."

Mo Xiyuan casually gave her an impossible task.

The Mo family has been in business for many years. Although they have paid great attention to business, they will inevitably encounter the situation that the debts cannot be recovered. Many debtors have been judged as Laolai by the court, so the Mo family can only make the accounts bad debts and admit them.

Each of these old accounts is a troublesome thing to investigate. In addition, the Mo family has a profit anyway and can fill in these bad debts, so no one is investigated on weekdays.

Now, what Mo Xiyuan does is to ask Zhou Mengqing to ask for money from those who do not pay their debts and are sentenced to Laolai in the court.

It was impossible just to think about it, so he just didn't want her to keep pestering him.

However, Zhou Mengqing was very happy when she got such a task,

"OK, Xiyuan, don't worry, I will complete the task you told me!"

"Well, it's a deal." Mo Xiyuan didn't have a good way.

With that, he strode out and left without waiting for Zhou Mengqing behind him.

Fortunately, Zhou Mengqing didn't mind. He trotted after him and rubbed his car.

"I... I can't find the way to your company," she said carefully.

"Well, I'll take you there today. When you know the address tomorrow, you'll take a taxi by yourself."

He has gradually become hard hearted in her training.

"Well, Xiyuan, you are very kind." Zhou Mengqing was very satisfied with his concession.

In her opinion, it was a great gift for him to allow himself to stay with him.

There was nothing to say along the way, but Zhou Mengqing looked at his side face and looked at it all the way.

"Xiyuan, you look good. Thank you." she said happily when she got off the bus.

He was stunned. In a trance, the faces of Zhou Mengqing and ye Sili overlapped.

"Tin yuan, you look good, ha ha."

It was a university day. He took his unfinished homework to see her. When eating in the canteen, ye Sili looked curiously, and then couldn't help praising her,

"Mo Xiyuan, your painting is very good. I didn't expect you, a straight man in science and engineering, to draw such a soft and cute indoor painting."

That's the future bedroom designed for her.

Although he studied architecture, he also took interior design as an elective course, so he occasionally drew some finished interior decoration drawings in his mind.

"I learned to draw when I was a child, but later I still liked mathematics better. In addition, my mother told me not to take art class but Mathematical Olympiad class."

He explained.

But she couldn't help saying, "it's boy's skill. No wonder it's so good. Hey, can you draw a picture for me? How about it as my birthday present?"

"How can a birthday present be so hasty?" he was dissatisfied and added, "it's OK to draw it for you."

"Ha ha, I think it's time to receive such a gift with your heart on your birthday. It's actually easier and hasty to spend money on gifts than painting yourself. Classmate Mo, your labor is more precious than any money. Really, you should have confidence in yourself."

He couldn't help laughing.

At that time, they all happened to be young and loved to laugh. They were in the canteen full of sunshine and food aroma, but they were very happy after a few words.

Later, on her birthday, he rented a studio to draw for her.

She always couldn't help moving, so he had to tick the line first and then color it.

After the line draft was finished, she ran to buy milk tea.

Later, while he was concentrating on coloring, she suddenly stretched out her hand and handed the milk tea and straw to his mouth from behind,

He was startled, raised his right hand like a conditioned reflex and hit the straw, but the paint on the brush painted himself into a big painted face.

She smiled beyond her eyes and boasted,

"Tin yuan, you look good, ha ha."

As like as two peas in front of her eyes, the woman in front of her face is almost the same as her face.

Her expression was full of lust, like a mouse hiding in the dark and trying to steal. It was dirty and perhaps with some infectious virus. It was disgusting, but it always went hand in hand with people. A corner was enough for shelter, and then she grew up in the dark in order to occupy the magpie's nest.

So hateful and so helpless.

His eyes suddenly cooled down.

"Go to work," he ordered.

"Yes." whether he was good or bad, she enjoyed it.

Looking at Zhou Mengqing's back, Mo Xiyuan closed his eyes and opened them again. He recovered his calm.

He entered the company and went straight to the top floor where his father movi moved.

As soon as he entered the president's office, he saw Mo Weiqian's back.

Then his father's voice sounded in his ear,

"Tin yuan, you still lost."