Chapter 2247

Wei Zheng knows that Qiao Mianmian won't blame him.

However, let Mo always see that wound on her face for a while, estimate to get angry.

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"Mr. Mo, here comes the young lady." Wei Zheng pushed the door of the president's office open, stood at the door and said, "young lady, you go in first, and I'll make you a cup of milk tea."

Qiao Mianmian likes milk tea.

After so many times, Wei Zheng has already made her preferences clear.

Joe nodded and walked into the office.

Joe Mianmian looks away from the laptop screen, looks up, reaches out and takes off the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

He rubbed his eyebrows: "if you want to come, you don't tell me in advance."

Joe Mianmian said with a smile, "I'm not here for the first time

Joe Mianmian seldom sees moyesi wearing glasses.

When he wears glasses, he looks very gentle, gentle, and has a kind of gentle scum feeling.

It's the kind of bad man who looks like a gentleman on the surface, but is actually very sultry.

She thought... Was pretty.

She went over and picked up his glasses on the table: "why do you wear glasses? Can't it be myopia? "

"No Ink night division hooked hook lip, "this is not myopia glasses. It's just to get rid of eye fatigue. "

"What happened to your face?" Mo Yesi found the red and swollen place on her face and frowned.

"Oh, I was accidentally touched by the microphone."

"Touched by the microphone?"

"Well."

"Where's the microphone?"

"It's the reporter downstairs."

Mo night division facial expression suddenly more ugly: "that group of reporters have not left?"

Joe Mianmian nodded: "well, I didn't go."

"I said no interviews. Why are they still down there? " Mo Yesi's face was a little gloomy, "so you met them when you came here? I've been bruised by the microphone in their hands? "

Joe Mianmian saw that his face was very black. He came to him and bent over his neck: "it's not a serious injury. Tomorrow it will be swollen. It's just that you bumped into it. Don't look so ugly. "

"Wei Zheng has asked the security guard to take the reporter away."

Mo Yesi reaches out his hand and pulls her into his arms.

Joe slumped in his lap.

He bowed his head, slender fingers very light in the red and swollen place under the touch: "pain."

"Well." Joe Mianmian nodded: "a little."

"I'll have someone buy you some medicine to wipe."

"Don't worry, this one will reduce the swelling by itself."

"Why not." Mo night division tone is not gentle, eyes is very gentle, "don't wipe medicine, in case of inflammation how to do.". It's not always said that your girl's face is the most important thing. Why don't you care about your face at all, eh? "

Ink night division finish saying, called a secretary to come in, let the secretary go to the drugstore to buy some swelling anti-inflammatory liniment.

After the secretary leaves.

Joe Mianmian was lying on moyesi's chest. He got close to his shirt collar and took a deep breath.

Overhead came the man's low smile: "what are you smelling? I don't seem to have a woman's perfume on me.

"It's not the perfume of a woman, it's your own fragrance." Qiao Mianmian said, and took a deep breath, "Mo Ye Si, how do you smell so good?"

Mo Ye Si laughingly said: "good smell?"

"Well, it smells good."

She really likes the smell of him.

No man's breath will smell better than Mo Yesi's.