Chapter 505

"Gu Ting's office is also upstairs."

Working in Mo Beiting's office means that it's very troublesome to report back and forth in the future.

The manager saw what she thought. "Just report on the phone. You don't have to run up and down the stairs."

Yi Qiao was sent to the elevator by the manager, and then pressed the up elevator key for her. The impatient appearance made Yi Qiao think that she was swept out.

There are not many people on the top floor. It's very quiet.

She came out from the elevator, and Gu Ting came out from the next elevator. She was still wringing milk in her hand. Seeing Yi Qiao, she shook the bag in her hand: "Mo Dong asked me to buy you milk, which is still hot."

"Thank you."

Yi Qiao takes over, the milk temperature is just right, warm.

Gu Ting shook her head and sighed, "Modong is very kind to you. It's hot milk, afternoon meal and fruit before meal."

These days with Yi Qiao mix familiar, found that she is just cold character, but very easy to get along with, she also dare to take her brush.

Mo Beiting is in the meeting, in the office, and several senior leaders of the company are in the meeting.

Yi Qiao didn't go in. He asked Gu Ting to prepare the fruit and afternoon meal for her.

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Six months later, Yiqiao didn't go to work.

The first three months were good. From April, Xianhuai began to work. The manager knew that she was pregnant, so he dared to arrange work for her.

Mo Dong's child, if his wife is overworked and makes a mistake, his life will not be enough.

Yiqiao is at home waiting to give birth.

Shi Sheng was in the United States. She came back twice after she was pregnant. Muzi occasionally went to accompany her. Her life was boring.

At first, he was often in a bad mood and lost his temper. Mo Beiting was frightened by the obstetrician recommended by Yan Jinzhi's so-called prenatal depression and postpartum depression, so he directly moved the office to his home and found a job as an illustrator for Yiqiao's novels.

Easy and free.

Yi Qiao has painting skills, but she is not a scholar.

But the basic skills of painting are almost the same.

Mo Beiting specially invited a teacher for her.

At the end of the year, as soon as Mo Beiting went on strike, Qiao Jinhuai was so busy that he became a dog. He was busy socializing, talking about cooperation, and opening a branch. Everything piled up. Every time he was so busy that he wanted to sleep and never wake up, he called Mo Beiting.

Many times, he actually regarded it as an indispensable entertainment.

But every time, Mo Beiting said, "you don't have a wife, you don't have children, you don't even have a girlfriend, you don't do much work, you're waiting for depression.".

Qiao Jinhuai

I have nothing to look for when I am full.

On this day, Mo Beiting and Yi Qiao went to choose baby products. In fact, they just wanted to go shopping, but they didn't decide what to buy. But maybe it was because they had children. When they went shopping, they couldn't help looking at the baby shop.

So in the end, it became a special trip to the baby shop.

There's nothing to buy. The baby's things are ready.

After a tour, I bought two cloth dolls, one male and one female, cartoon version. They looked cute.

Mo Beiting doesn't appreciate this kind of things. Yiqiao chooses them, and he pays for them.

"I'll drive. You hang out in the hall and call you when you get there."

This is the commercial center. When they came, the underground parking lot was full. Mo Beiting parked his car a little farther away.

The first floor is selling cosmetics and shoes, Yi Qiao casually strolled around, pinching the time to wait for Mo Beiting on the road outside!

She was holding a pair of dolls in her hand. Her hair was simply tied into a ponytail. She was wearing a white ankle long skirt with delicate facial features and porcelain white skin.

Standing on the edge of the crowded road, it's very eye-catching.

In addition to attracting the attention of passers-by, it also attracts the attention of people in a black Volkswagen not far away.

Chen Baimo was wearing sunglasses and a mask, holding the steering wheel tightly, and her feet hovered on the brake and accelerator.

She was wondering if the woman would die on the spot, along with the bastard in her stomach, if she stepped on the accelerator to the end and ran into it directly.

The darkness in my heart is like a flower seedling in the sunshine, growing rapidly at the speed visible to the naked eye.

There was a blank in my mind, leaving only a strong idea: you can't get Mo Beiting and let others get it. Let's die together and let that man die alone.

She even thought that if she killed Shen Yiqiao, Mo Beiting would remember her all her life.

Hate or love, just remember.

Chen Baimo's hand holding the steering wheel was shaking, his legs were shaking, and his lips were tight, revealing a ferocious face.