When Mo Yiheng doesn't go to work, he always wears casual, but very stylish, simple camel coat, with white knitted sweater inside, casual pants underneath, short hair slightly messy, but he has a kind of indescribable handsome.
Fang Jiamei can probably see his former shadow.
He must be a cynic, but very lonely person.
Mo Yiheng looked at her and went over. He sat down beside her with some distance between them.
The warm morning sun fell on his handsome face, showing a trace of laziness.
"What's the matter?" Mo Yiheng looked at the front of the initiative to speak, and then looked at her, "deliberately avoid me, make you angry?"
Last night, I went to dinner with several clients. I drank too much and I didn't remember what I had done.
With her hands on both sides, Fang Jiamei tilted her head slightly, but her eyes were not looking at him. She nodded after thinking: "it's a little angry."
"Why?" Mo Yiheng leaned slightly, one arm on the back of the chair, casual and lazy, "last night Did I bully you? "
He doesn't have the strength to provoke her, does he?
Fang Jiamei frowned slightly, as if she was thinking about something. When she heard that she was suddenly close to his neck, her breath sprayed on his exposed skin, itching like a feather brushing on it.
Mo Yiheng looked at her small head with low eyes, and the Adam's apple rolled slightly.
Fang Jiamei stared at his neck and said, "last night, you had a woman's Lipstick seal here."
It must be close enough to print it, and it's so clear.
I don't know whether it's Shen qinyi's or other women's.
Fang Jiamei then backed back, slightly lowered her head and kicked her feet on the ground.
Mo Yiheng raised his hand to touch his neck, frowned and thought for a while, and then explained, "how many women were there when I had dinner with some managers last night, but I don't remember who was close to me. I should have met them accidentally?"
He didn't remember a woman approaching him.
He has a sense of propriety. Even if he needs these on some occasions, he will keep a safe distance and know that Fang Jiamei has no sense of security.
Fang Jiamei pouted her lower lip, and her little face was discontented. "What happened accidentally also means that you are very close to a woman, and Shen qinyi..."
It doesn't look like a secretary in any way. It seems that his parents are all talking with a sense of superiority.
Mo Yiheng licked his lower lip, looked at her side face and said tentatively: "so are you jealous that Shen qinyi and I are too close, or don't like me to attend that kind of occasion?"
Fang Jiamei was stunned, looked at him and blinked. After thinking for a while, she spoke seriously: "there are all kinds of things."
I don't like the fact that other women are so close to him, or even involved in his life, or around him
Mo Yiheng slowly raised his lips, sat down beside her, stretched out his hand to hold her shoulder, "OK, I know, I will keep a distance with other women, you have to tell me if you are unhappy, don't hold it, run out like this secretly, you know?"
Compared with her saying nothing, Mo Yiheng hopes that she can say it, so that they can solve it happily.
Fang Jiamei nodded. She was in a better mood. "Well, don't you go to work?"
"My wife is not happy, but also go to what class." Mo Yiheng stood up, the sun against him, as if his own light in general, toward her hand, "go, take you to play."