Chapter 223

As time went by, it was the seventh beer. Su Wanqing couldn't stand it. Vertigo began to gradually surround themselves, unexpectedly, the feeling of slightly drunk is more uncomfortable.

All the setbacks during this period of time came to my mind. Even the weather was very compatible with the heavy rain. Raindrops the size of pearls hit the windows, making a deafening sound.

A burst of tumultuous stomach, Su Wanqing can no longer bear, push open the door into the rain.

The video conference was finally over, and the sky was covered with a thin layer of gray. Mo Liancheng turned off the computer and leaned back on the office chair, feeling a burst of pain in his neck.

"Mr. Mo, you have worked hard. According to the people in the marketing department, this time the partners are very picky, and many enterprises have failed to reach a smooth cooperation. If not, we have three alternatives. " Zhong Lin walked into the office, see Mo Liancheng face gloomy, also do not distinguish the red and white on comfort.

"You want to die!" Mo Liancheng did not open his eyes, his voice was murmuring with a trace of hoarseness.

Zhong Lin took a cold breath and turned blue with surprise. But he didn't know what he had done wrong, so he was busy apologizing.

"I'm sorry, Mr. mo. I'm too talkative. I'm sorry..." Zhong Lin stood at the door with his head down and did not dare to speak.

Mo Liancheng smile, sit straight body will look out of the window, just found that the day has been dark.

"When did you dare to question my ability? Who gave you the courage?" Mo Liancheng's smile became more and more obvious, joking.

Zhong Lin looks up at Mo Liancheng rigidly, until he meets the smile in the corner of his eyes. It turns out that Mr. Mo is making fun of himself. Suddenly because of panic and twisted face, become gentle.

"It's done?" Zhong Lin made a tentative remark, and then he turned around with a smile. "Great, Mr. Mo, you are so powerful. The boss of this supplier is a troublesome Mexican. I heard that many listed companies have closed their doors, but I didn't expect you to..."

"Ah?" Mo Liancheng pretended to glare at Zhong Lin, who immediately covered his mouth and turned to the front. "Hey, no, it's not. You can make it. There's no business that can't be negotiated if you come out with ink!"

Many suppliers of ink have a unique attitude of natural purity in the world. However, due to its excellent Mexican language and excellent negotiation skills, the Mexican language of Molian city is very good. After a few words of communication, they can understand the other party's mind and purpose, and suit the remedy to the case, and naturally attack the enemy city in one fell swoop.

"Remember, no matter life or business, always have PlanB, but never use PlanB!"

Zhong Lin's eyebrow letter had a ripple in his heart. Sometimes, he always had to ponder over the words of Mo Liancheng, which seemed to be able to understand the profound meaning.

"Yes, yes, I have benefited a lot..." Zhong Lin nodded his head seriously, but his brain was still spinning.

"Is Qing Qing here?" Mo Liancheng got up and put on his coat and walked outside the door.

"In terms of time, it should be here." Zhong Lin follows after Mo Liancheng, reporting.

"What does it mean? Did you not call or send a text message?" Mo Liancheng repeatedly told Mu Qingqing that as soon as he arrived at an'cheng, he immediately called to report peace. And Mu Qingqing also promised to be happy. Don't mention it.

Seeing that Zhong Lin didn't speak, Mo Liancheng picked up the phone and called Mu Qingqing. A series of busy voices fell out of favor and occupied the telephone line. Until a moment later, the noisy sound came from the other end of the phone.

"Where are you?" Mo Liancheng's tone is obviously a little displeased and hard.

For a moment, the speaker is not mu Qingqing, but Cheng Xi, "you look for Qing Qing, she went to the bathroom, and call back later."

"You..." Mo Liancheng's voice has not yet been exported, the phone was hung up in a strange way. It's a strange voice, which can be recognized by moliancheng.

If Mo Liancheng is naive, it is even more naive. He was deliberately taking advantage of Mu Qingqing's absence to answer the phone call from Mo Liancheng. He made a response to what happened at the airport this morning.

Mo Liancheng's good mood was gone and got on the car.

"Mr. Mo, return to Donglin villa?" Zhong Lin asked carefully, his eyes fell on the face of Mo Liancheng through the rearview mirror.

"I don't want to go back, just drive and have a drive..." Mo Liancheng said, the window opened a gap, turned to look out of the window. Mu Qingqing is not in Donglin villa, and Mo Liancheng has no hope of going back. It's still early, so he takes Zhong Lin to visit Jiangcheng at night.

Of course, this is not the first time.

"Mr. Mo, would you like to call Miss Mu again?" Zhong Lin couldn't help it. While driving around the coastal highway, he tentatively said, "Mr. Mo, you've looked at the phone 18 times in one hour. Otherwise, you can take the initiative to call in the past..."

Hearing Zhong Lin's heartless disclosure of his own feelings, Mo Liancheng's face seemed a little embarrassed. He glared at Zhong Lin and said forcefully, "you are really more and more courageous. Do you still want to teach the boss to do things now?"Seeing this, Zhong Lin shut his mouth immediately. But he knew that as long as Mu Qingqing didn't call Mo Liancheng tonight, he seemed to have no time to go home to sleep.

Sea breeze from the window of the gap in the cunning drill in, will be mo Liancheng wrapped up. The cold sea breeze with a trace of salty, will be the memory of Mo Liancheng pulled back to the last time and Mu Qingqing in the seaside chatting.

Just at this time, the phone in the hands of Mo Liancheng rings, and the first person to smile is Zhong Lin.

To be seen through by subordinates, it is extremely humiliating for Mo Liancheng. Only Zhong Lin had ever seen this kind of time. If one day moliancheng gets angry, it may be Zhong Lin who is the first to suffer.

See Zhong Lin a face to look forward to secretly aim at the back seat, Mo Liancheng a angry, then raised the front and rear seat between the baffle. He used to do so only when he made a secret phone call, and the driver was not Zhong Lin but someone else. But this time, he didn't want Zhong Lin to hear the conversation between him and Mu Qingqing.

Sliding away the flashing screen, Mo Liancheng picked up Mu Qingqing's phone call.