"Yes, Mr. mo."
When Wei Zheng left, he took a worried look at Qiao Mianmian.
Mo always looks very angry.
After a while, don't quarrel with the young lady.
However, it's normal for Mo always to get angry when his wife and predecessor make such news.
For any man, will not be generous to see that kind of news, still indifferent to it.
Especially, Mo always cares about the young lady.
Instead, he stood in the position of general manager Mo, and he couldn't bear it.
Probably, I'll be so angry that I'll let Su go bankrupt right away.
Think about this Suze is also enough to die.
Before send little lady flower, already very let Mo always angry.
Now, he even proposes to the young lady in public on the street.
It's quite a death.
This time, it's estimated that it really angered Mr. mo.
Although, when he just told Mr. Mo about it, Mr. Mo didn't have any expression on his face and didn't get angry. He seemed very calm
However, he has been with Mr. Mo for many years, and he knows too well that under such circumstances, the more silent he is, the more terrifying he will be.
This Suze is destined to be cool.
After Wei Zheng left, he gently closed the door of the office.
Wait for him to leave, Mo night division just toward Qiao Mian hook finger, signal her again close a bit.
The air pressure on his body is too low, and the color of his eyes is too cold. Although it looks no different from the usual, the whole person shows a cold breath of "don't be near strangers".
For a moment, Joe Mianmian was afraid to approach him.
She stood in the same place for a few seconds.
It's just a few seconds that make men's eyes colder.
The breath of "don't be near strangers" is even stronger.
Strong to, for a moment, Joe Mianmian want to turn around and escape from the office.
See her standing there didn't move, Mo night division stretched out a hand, a forced to drag her into the bosom.
Qiao Mianmian "ah" called, head hit his strong chest, forced by him to sit on his lap.
Before she raised her head, a low voice dropped from her head: "where did you go today?"
"What were you doing before you came to me?"
Men listen to calm voice, hidden a trace of danger.
Qiao Mianmian heard it, she struggled twice, frowned and gently called: "Mo Ye Si, you let me go."
A man's arm is like a brand iron, tightly around her waist.
Strong enough to cut her off.
It made her very uncomfortable.
"Baby, you haven't answered me yet." Mo Yesi stretched out his hand and pinched her jaw. He forced her to look up at him with a little force. There was no emotion in his cold voice. "Where did you go before you came to Mo's? What have you done? "
"Moyesi."
Although he didn't use much strength, Joe Mianmian's face was wrinkled with pain, and his eyes were a little red. He bit the corner of his lip and glared at him angrily, "let go, asshole, you hurt me."
See her eyes red, ink night division seems to just wake up, full of anger instantly disappeared more than half.
The arm around her waist loosened a little, but it was still domineering and powerful. It didn't loosen completely.
"Answer my question, Mianmian." The man is very persistent to this question, repeat again, "where did you go before?"
"Moyesi, did you see my black material?"
Joe Mianmian stares at him for a few seconds. He makes a guess in his heart and asks directly.