Chapter 322

Muzi works as an accountant in a small factory. Although his salary is not high, his working hours are quite free.

She turned around and drove towards Muzi's work place. After driving for a while, she turned around and went to AC.

Yi Qiao parked the car in the parking lot at the gate of the company. She didn't get off the car either. She turned on the air conditioner to the highest temperature, turned on the music, leveled the seats, took off her coat and went to sleep.

She felt that she didn't fall asleep, and her heart was full of all kinds of disturbing thoughts. She felt that she was asleep again, because she was awakened by the vibration of her mobile phone.

Open your eyes, see the scene outside the window, a second or two of confusion.

"Hello." Her voice is very hoarse, with a strong sense of tiredness.

"Are you here to sleep downstairs?"

Mo Beiting was standing by the French window of the office, with a cigarette between his fingers and a little bit of gray smoke, which had accumulated for a long time.

From his location, you can see the parking lot at the gate of the company.

On such a high floor, even if he had a good view, he could not tell which car belonged to Yiqiao. The front desk called him and said that the security guard had seen his wife's car parking downstairs for a long time and no one had come down.

"Oh," Yi Joe sat up and pressed his eyebrows, "no, I want to invite you to dinner."

Mo Beiting

"Why don't you call me when you invite me to dinner?"

Yi Qiao said, "it's still early from work."

"Shen Yiqiao, are you stupid?"

Yi Qiao

Mo Beiting light way: "come up."

Then he hung up.

Yi Qiao went upstairs to Mo Beiting's office. Assistant Zhang called "madam" and didn't stop her.

There was no one in the office. Yiqiao sat on the sofa and took a magazine to read. It was all financial magazines. She didn't like them. She turned a few pages and put them down.

The door of the rest room opened, and there came a man's gentle voice: "come in."

Yi Qiao turns to see, Mo Beiting leans against the door, all the buttons of his shirt are unbuttoned, revealing a large naked chest, and the belt on his trousers is loose and drooping.

The ragged appearance of this pair of clothes is hotter than that of his bathrobe or even plain trousers.

"What are you doing?"

"Can't you see I'm changing?"

Looking back at him in this way, she was a little tired, so she shrunk her feet to the sofa, turned to face him, "I want to ask you how to change clothes in the office at this point?"

Mo Beiting laughed, walked to her and sat down. He put one hand on the back of her head, put the other hand behind her, pressed her on the back of her head, and pressed her in his direction

Yi Qiao pursed lips, avoiding the lips that he came over to, "no, you hurry to change clothes."

He wanted to tease her a little, but he thought Shen Yiqiao might blow up his hair.

He got up and walked slowly back to the lounge and asked, "what would you like to eat in the evening?"

"Whatever. I'll treat you to dinner. Just make up your mind."

The man stopped, turned and looked at her, "what's the matter?"

"It's hard to get off the morning shift. Tianzheng's manuscript has finally been decided. What's more, his conscience is upset and he wants to have dinner with his husband. Is it something?"

Mo Beiting smile: "conscience? I don't think you're sarcastic. I said you were heartless last time

The man changed his clothes and came out, "I'll have a short meeting later. It's estimated to take an hour. If you are sleepy, go to the room inside to sleep for a while and think about what to eat by the way."

Yi Qiao is not sleepy.

Mo Beiting can't find any books in her office that she is interested in. She sits on the sofa watching TV with her mobile phone. After a while, her hands become sour, and she keeps changing her left and right hands. Mo Beiting is considering whether to let her come and take the computer to watch, and the picture of her mobile phone changes.

There's a phone coming in.

The woman answers the phone, "hello."

“……”

In order to be comfortable, she was half lying, with a relatively relaxed look, and even a smile on her lips.

With her silent time longer, the expression also more taut, Yi Qiao sits the body, "good, I know, thank you."

Yi Qiao lowered her head and put on her shoes, "sorry, I may not be able to have dinner together at night."

When she got up, she looked at the man on the office chair, but found that he seemed to have been looking at himself, "I... Lu Yan fainted in prison, with severe hypoglycemia."

"So?"

Men pick eyebrows, voice line lazy hoarse, but there is unspeakable tension.

Yi Qiao calmed down and softened her voice. "Uncle Lu has just had an operation. Aunt Lu must take care of her. She can't leave. The Lu family has no relatives these years. Lu ran faints. The prison wants his family to pass by. Third brother, how about this meal first?"