Mo Han's face didn't change much. He turned his head and looked at Wu Heng. "It's OK in the afternoon. Let's move freely. Your old face is good. I remember it's here. Go to a meeting."

Muqiao observed that Wu Heng's face was gloomy in an instant. Muqiao said, "what are you going to do? How happy is the family? "

Mo Han squinted, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, opened a page and handed it to Wu Heng, "have a look for yourself."

Wu Heng did not understand to take over, and then, like the discovery of the new world, opened his eyes, looking at Mo Han, "where did this come from?"

"The address is at the back. After a while, I'll send you wechat and get out of here."

Wu Heng looked at Mo Han gratefully. He was overjoyed and patted him on the shoulder. "It's no waste, brother. I love you for nothing."

After Wu Heng left, Mo Han looked at Lin Shan again, "in the afternoon, I still have some business here." It means, whatever Church it is, he doesn't have time to go.

Looking at Mo Han who left, Muqiao was a little proud.

Suddenly, the pace of progress stopped, a man turned his head to wooden Joe, a pair of official tone said: "Miss Wood, afternoon business, also need you to accompany."

Muqiao responded, "Oh, yes, Mr. mo." Then, he followed quickly.

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Looking at the church in front of him, Muqiao turned his head and stared at Mohan, "are you the roundworm in my stomach?"

The man holds her waist, "don't come to see, afraid someone can't sleep at night."

Muqiao pursed his mouth and smile, "tell me honestly, why do we have one..."

"When we studied here, we were in the same class. When we graduated, we had an appointment to be here together. So, we were together, but we were a group of people."

Muqiao nodded. Well, this Lin Shan is really a character. He is a group of people, but he has to be so ambiguous.

"Why did you bring her to the company when you knew she liked you?"

Mohan took her to sit down under the chair outside the church. The wind blew gently, and the leaves fell, just falling on Muqiao's long hair. The man gently removed them for her, and then said, "in my eyes, except for you, other women have the same use as men. Don't forget, I'm a businessman, and it's my principle not to go without profit. I don't deny that I used her However, at her present height, she can't be invited with money, and that's a good reason. "

Muqiao turned his head and looked at Mohan strangely. He felt that this man was really terrible and mean.

Should he be glad that the man didn't use this meanness on himself?

The man covered her eyes, leaned over her lips and kissed her, "don't look at me with this kind of eyes, believe me, I can tell who is light and who is heavy, and I won't give her any chance."

He said so, what else can Muqiao say?

Looking back, she looked back at the church. "Let's change places."

Mohan took her arm and frowned, "what's the matter?"

Muqiao looked at him. "I'm not interested in your memories with others." Knowing that he had nothing to do with Linshan, Muqiao couldn't help teasing him.

The man's good temper did not speak, just holding her waist, some helpless nod, "OK, listen to you, say it, where do you want to go?"

Muqiao pointed to the front, and then waved his arm, "I've been to this place n times, so there's nothing I want to go to. Otherwise, you can walk with me and do nothing. It's feasible?" In China, in order to avoid leisure, the two people have never walked the streets hand in hand like this.

Mo Han casually looked at Muqiao and remembered what Wu Heng had said in his ear before he came here, "where is a woman who doesn't go shopping in France? You, be careful to blow up your card."

But until the end, Muqiao didn't buy anything. She paid for two bottles of water.

He wanted to tell Wu Heng that the woman he didn't care about was really immaterial and different.

"Mohan, will you carry me?"

She suddenly squatted on the ground, and Mo Han's eyes moved down. Only then did he find that she was wearing high-heeled shoes, but he didn't notice that she had walked such a long way. He suddenly sighed that he was not careless.

"You see, my feet are worn out." When Muqiao said this, he thought of what Le Qingyuan said, "you can't wear high heels at all."

Mo Han supported her on the rest bench, and then naturally squatted down in front of Muqiao. Looking at her worn heel, he took off her shoes and threw them into the garbage can. Then he squatted down in front of her and said, "let's go, I'll carry you. First, I'll buy a pair of shoes, and then I'll go back to the hotel."

Muqiao was originally joking. With so many people coming and going, Mohan was not embarrassed. She felt embarrassed. However, her shoes were also thrown by Mohan. Thinking about it, she still climbed on Mohan's back.

Her eyes were moist. That year, in a foreign country, she and Le Qingyuan said that her feet hurt and let him carry them, but he just asked her to wait there and he went to buy her shoes.

Later, she was not happy, Le Qingyuan said, too many people, sorry.If the details show that a man doesn't pay attention to you, there is no doubt that today's Mo Han is better than Le Qingyuan. No matter it's big or small, no matter how noble his identity is than Le Qingyuan at that time. In fact, in Muqiao's eyes, they are just the men she wanted to rely on at that time, that's all.

Two people had been born well, and then such a street back, the high rate of return, let Muqiao are a little shy.

However, about 20 minutes away, Mohan did not stop for a moment. In the middle, she suggested that they take a bus.

"I can carry you with my back. I'll carry you more."

Passing by the drugstore opened by Chinese, Mo Han bought disinfectant and band aid, disinfected her in the drugstore, and then pasted band aid. At this moment, he is no longer Mo Han, but her husband.

To a high-grade hand-made shoes shop, Mo Han let Muqiao sit on the side of the sofa rest, said to help him choose a few pairs for her.

When he saw that fluent French came out of his mouth, Muqiao was a little surprised. He realized that it was just an excuse to bring her as an entourage translator. It turned out that her Mohan was excellent.

There is a deep admiration in my eyes.

When he returned to the hotel after buying shoes, Muqiao refused to let Mo Han carry them. They entered the hotel one by one.

"I'll go to my room and wash it first." In the elevator, Muqiao said to Mohan.

"I'll go with you."

Joe frowned.

"You can't touch the water with your feet." The man said, directly out of the elevator.

Muqiao vomited his tongue to his back, but his heart was very sweet.

However, as soon as they got to the door of the room, they heard the voice of "help" coming from the next room.

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