Chapter 125

"Xishan villa? President, why are you there? "

Mo Yiheng some irritable picked up the cigarette to smoke, the smoke makes the whole person look a little ethereal, Mo Yiheng spit out the smoke, "let you send, you send over, there is so much nonsense."

The Secretary pushed the glasses on his face, "OK, I'll let someone do it right away later. By the way, President, at noon today, miss sun came to you to see if you were not in. Then she left. She said that you didn't answer the phone call and let me bring you a message."

Mo Yiheng frowned. As soon as he heard sun Chu's name, he was in a bad mood. "What words?"

"She said let me tell you that she has applied for a position with her brother and is responsible for competing with our company for the land this time. She said that if you want them to give up, you should talk to her face to face."

Mo Yiheng sneered, as if to hear a big joke, "what is she? Her brother's company is wool in my mo family's eyes. Do you want to be a stone? I told you that sun Chu can't be put into the company. How can she get in? Shall I punish you for dereliction of duty? "

When the Secretary heard Mo Yiheng's words, he broke into a cold sweat.

He can't help it, OK?

The little ancestor who offended, this is not to blame the door security, do not know to stop point.

"President, you don't know Miss Sun's temperament."

Mo Yiheng was too lazy to listen and hung up directly.

Then he went back to the sofa and picked up sufu, who was sleeping heavily, and went to the bedroom. On the big bed, Mo Yiheng hugs Sufu tightly.

In this bed, the two of them have done the most intimate thing, now think about it, as if it is a long time ago.

When Mo Yiheng wakes up, there is no shadow of Sufu around him. Mo Yiheng touches his temple. Is he hallucinating again?

Miss too long, he seems to finally dream of Fu Fu back to his side, even if Fu Fu did not know him, he is still happy, but all this seems to be a dream.

Mo Yiheng went out of the bedroom door and went downstairs. After looking at the time, it was only about 5:30. When he got to the stairs, the smell of rice had been flowing into Mo Yiheng's nose.

Looking downstairs, Sufu is sitting at the dinner table. She has a gentlemanly manner and is eating delicately cooked dishes with relish.

Mo Yiheng was a little stunned, and then quickly walked down the stairs. Sufu was drinking pumpkin porridge in her mouth, and there were several grains of rice in the corner of her mouth. Seeing Mo Yiheng, she swallowed pumpkin porridge, and then slowly said, "I just I didn't call you until you fell asleep. The food that someone sent me just now is delicious. Would you like something to eat? "

Mo Yiheng suddenly laughs and wakes up after a sleep.

I pinched the back of my hand with all my strength. The clarity of the pain told her that it was not a dream, it was not the environment, it was true.

Sufu looks at Mo Yiheng laughing wildly, and her hands are stiff in the air.

Mo Yiheng held her hand, then took her in her arms, whispered in her ear, "it's not an illusion, it's not an illusion, it's not a dream, Fu Fu, you finally come back to me, you really come back to me."

Sufu nibbled her lips. She couldn't say anything at this time. The more she said, the more wrong she would be.

For this man, she is guilty.

But now she can't tell him all about it.