Chapter 310

She is a little fatter than Yi Qiao, and her clothes don't fit her very well.

But now the shopping malls nearby are not open.

Wang Yue stares at the dark computer screen and is absent-minded. What she worries about most is that the bastard refuses to divorce.

"Wang Yue?" It's Shen Yiqiao's voice.

"Miss Shen," she was surprised, quickly recovered and stood up from her position.

Yi Qiao looked at the obvious palm print on her face. Her eyes lightly swept her unsuitable clothes and asked, "what's wrong with your face?"

Wang Yue noticed her eyes and was afraid of her misunderstanding. She quickly explained: "my ex husband started with me in the parking lot this morning, and his clothes were torn by him. When he happened to meet Mo Dong, he borrowed the clothes for me, and I'll wash them and return them to you tomorrow."

Yi Qiao into the office, conveniently closed the door, while taking a mobile phone to dial Bai Jufang's phone, went to the desk to open the computer.

Before she came here in the morning, she had already given Bai Jufang 30000 yuan and asked her to take her uncle to the hospital to arrange the operation. She was too busy recently to make time.

Bai Jufang didn't accept it at first, but later she accepted it.

"Auntie, did you take your uncle to the hospital?"

"I'm just about to start. Don't worry. Go to work well. I'll arrange these things."

"Well, call me if you need anything."

Bai Jufang nodded again and again, with tears in her eyes, "OK, you're busy. I've hung up. I'll take your uncle and set out."

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Wang Yue brews coffee and brings it in. Seeing that Yiqiao is reading the design draft, she quietly exits. After two steps, she finds that she is just in a trance with the draft. She can't help asking, "Mr. Shen, did you quarrel with Mo Dong?"

Yi Qiao pursed her lips and put down the draft in her hand. "It's office time now. We shouldn't talk about private affairs. Let's go out."

"I'm sorry," Wang Yue said, blushing. "It's just that this morning, Mo Dong was in a bad mood and in a bad mental state. He probably sat in the car all night."

All night in the car? Bad mental state?

Yi Qiao Leng Leng, he did not go home these two days, she thought he went back to Mo's home, to Qiao Jinhuai, Yan Jin's home, or to live in other houses under his name.

Although he had been in the army, Yiqiao still found that Mo Beiting had to die when he had the conditions to choose.

And especially cleanliness.

She never thought that he would sit in the car all night.

She couldn't imagine the way he didn't wash his hair, take a bath, wash his face and brush his teeth.

See Wang Yue still stare at her, Yi Qiao again restored tepid appearance, "no quarrel, go out."

Even if it's a fight, she's not used to talking to a stranger she's not familiar with.

The man's scornful sneer came in. Yiqiao and Wang Yue looked up at the same time. Mo Beiting, who was only wearing a shirt, came in from the outside, and her deep eyes fell on her, "didn't you fight? What do you think is a fight? Divorce is a fight? "

Wang Yue listen to the atmosphere is not right, hurried out, but also considerate of the door closed.

The designer's office and the public area outside are separated by glass. Wang Yue looks back at the closed door behind her and the two people who are indifferent to sitting and standing inside, and goes to the tea room with a cup.

Mo Beiting closed the blinds and blocked the curious eyes outside. He looked at Yi Qiao, "what do you think is a fight?"

He stood, Yiqiao sat, leaning slightly when he spoke, bringing a strong sense of oppression.

You can see Yiqiao's delicate clavicle from a commanding position.

Yi Qiao droops eyelid, a long time just light say: "three elder brothers, sorry."

The corner of the man's lips, showing a smile without any temperature, he walked around the desk.

Yi Qiao a Zheng, subconsciously stand up to want to back face to retreat.

It's really that this man's atmosphere is too gloomy and cold at the moment.

Finally, I found that this reaction and action will only make the scene more embarrassing and sharp.

But although Yi Qiao finally restrained her action with reason and stood still, how could Mo Beiting not see the change of her expression and the thought in her heart at that moment, and her face sank.

Yi Qiao only feels a pair of shoulders ache, has been grasped by the man's powerful hand, "where do you want to hide?"

"It's not what you think."

"You know what I'm thinking in such a hurry to explain, eh?" The man's tall body pressed over, his hands to the desk behind her, forcing her to straighten up and look at him.