Chapter 497

Qiao Mianmian: "how many flowers did you send?"

"1314, I heard that the number has a good moral."

“……”

"But, you give so much, our small apartment will not fit in."

Joe Mianmian is very happy to receive the flowers.

But like moyesi, it is estimated that the family will become a sea of flowers.

As soon as she finished, she saw Mo Yesi frowning.

Joe Mianmian thought that he was not happy, and immediately explained: "I don't mean I don't like it, but can you stop giving so much? We really can't put it there, and it's a pity that so many flowers have withered away. "

"Those flowers are expensive, aren't they? If you really want to give me something, I'd rather you give me something practical. "

This sentence comes out, Joe Mianmian feels that he is not romantic.

But she really wanted moyesi to give her something practical.

It's better to take the money and take her to eat delicious food,

"Are you angry?" She asked softly, looking at his face.

Shouldn't she say that?

In any case, he cares about her, will use this way to please her, pursue her.

"No Mo night division droops Mou to see the young girl in the eye bosom, the eyes restore soft way, "how can I get angry with you?". Since you don't like me to give you so much at one time, I'll pay attention to it later. "

"But you just..." it seemed that you were angry.

Mo Ye Si is silent, hook lip smile: "just think of some other things. Honey, shall we get back to business? How have you considered my proposal just now? "

Joe Mianmian is not so sentimental, he said that this kind of share, she can not also refuse.

She looked at him and nodded, "well, I promised you."

Mo Yesi's eyes flashed a happy smile and bowed his head to kiss her lips.

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Soon, moyesi began to work.

Although he is a big boss, he doesn't belong to leisure. Not long after he took over Mohist, many big and small affairs of the company have to go through his hands.

As soon as he was busy, he was engrossed in dealing with his work, and had little communication with Qiao Mianmian.

Joe Mianmian is also afraid of disturbing him and doesn't talk to him.

She took out her mobile phone, turned off the sound effect, and clicked on the downloaded game to play.

One of them is sitting in front of the desk, the other is sitting on the sofa. They do their own things and don't disturb each other. Occasionally, they raise their heads to make eye contact, and then continue to do their own things.

Although each other did not say anything, but this kind of silent company is not the same as a person's time.

Qiao Mianmian likes this way of getting along.

Time flies.

Unconsciously, it was noon.

The work in the hand of Mo Ye Si has finally come to an end.

After he finished processing a document, he dropped his pen and rubbed his eyebrows.

Then I looked up at the girl on the sofa.

Petite little people occupy a corner of the sofa, holding a mobile phone in the concentration of what to play, white and green like slender fingers on the mobile phone screen fast point to point.

The long hair of the shawl fell down and covered half of her cheek.

Her face is small, not as big as his.

Covered half, it seems that she is so small, also appears that her dark eyes are bigger and rounder.

Eyes, like inlaid with glass beads.

Eyes droop down, long thick eyelashes are about to cover the eyelids.