C1689

"Oh, how about respect? Mount you on the wall as an ancestor? Three delicacies a day give you three pillars of fragrance. "

"You." Young master Huang stared at Lu Yao angrily. The man even cursed him to death.

"What are you doing with such a big eyes? One is bigger and the other is smaller. It's a pity that you still squint. It's even uglier." Lu Yao raised his hand and patted Mr. Huang on the face.

"You, you, you..." Mr. Huang was so angry that he couldn't speak.

The first time I saw such a person with a mean mouth, it was really a small white face, so I could speak with my mouth. I had no other ability.

"Tut Tut, look at your cultivation. You can stutter whenever you move. You have no right to stand beside Mo Youan and roll wherever you come from. Don't be a disgrace to your mother." Lu Yao pushes a handful of Mr. Huang.

His strength is heavy. All the gentleness in his life is only given to Mo Youan. Mr. Huang is pushed to the ground directly and looks at him hatefully.

"What are you looking at? I want to fight with this little white face. Come on. " Lu Yao clenched his fist and creaked.

Young master Huang was horrified. He didn't expect that this man had such ability.

"You don't want to bully."

"How can I? I'm a little white face raised in a boudoir. Are you afraid of me? It shouldn't be. Come on, come on. "

Mo Youan can't help laughing. Does this man come here to make fun of her boring work? Do you want to be funny?

I don't care about the dignity of his big man.

"Yaoyaoge."

"Xiao'an, you have a good meal. Just leave these things to your man."

"Xiao'an" was called from Lu Yao's mouth. Mo Youan felt goosebumps had fallen all over the place. He quickly bowed his head to eat.

Even if Lu Yao smiled at his lips, when he saw him like this, he was still instinctively afraid, "you violent man."

"Didn't you say I was a little white face? Don't let you see the power of my little white face. You really think I'm a vegetarian. "

"Stop, you stay away from me, or I'll call the police."

"May I dial for you?"

"You, you, you..."

"Xiaoan." Mr. Huang turned his eyes to Mo You'an again.

Mo Youan knows that Lu Yao is angry. At this time, he won't ask for help. Otherwise, Lu Yao will die in a rage.

"Look, people still like my little white face. I can't help it. Who makes me look good?" Lu Yao is very proud.

Young master Huang was so angry that he was about to spit blood.

No matter how good the sound insulation is, there is no way to stop such a big noise in the office. People outside can hear some words, such as "little white face" and "Xiao an".

The company is also a breeding ground for gossip. It's lunch time. Someone is watching at the door, and the gossip is spreading.

"Chairman, do you listen to a gossip?"

Don't look up. "What's the matter?"

"Now the company is passing on. Mr. Mo has a white face. Now Mr. Huang is quarreling with people in the office. They quarrel fiercely."

"Little white face? Is it Lu Yao? "

The Secretary smiled. "I don't know. I didn't see it."

"Whatever they do, it's Lu Yao." Few people can enter Mo Youan's office.

There used to be a Yeyue. Now I hear that Mino said that when they talk about a little girl friend, they won't come here to have fun.

"Is that not to be dealt with?"

"Lu Yao will deal with it by himself. We can't help it."

Lu's men are all the masters of their beloved wives. How can they allow others to think about their wives.

After a while, someone saw that Mr. Huang had been thrown out and his mouth was still bruised.

"Too much, you are too much, little white face."

Mo Youan's secretary quickly helped up Mr. Huang, "Mr. Huang, let me take you downstairs."

"I'm not going to work with Morse."

When the door opened, Mo Youan came out with a cold face, "OK, you have signed the contract anyway. If you don't cooperate, you should pay liquidated damages. We are not rare."

Mr. Huang's face is as ugly as constipation.

The Secretary grinned, thinking that they are not always mud Bodhisattvas? There was no fire at all.

Mr. Mo has been bothered by this man for a long time, waiting for this day.

The liquidated damages for that day's price. Mr. Huang has no ability to make decisions. Mr. Huang always refuses.

"Xiao'an, you can't do this to me."

"By the way, I'll tell you again. The man in it is my man. I don't want others to insult him, let alone make him unhappy."

"All of you remember, if you mess with him, just get out of my way and stop working in the company." Later, Mo Youan said this to the onlookers.

"Let's break up quickly. What's going on here?" The Secretary rushed the people away.

He has been with Mo Youan for a long time. Naturally, he knows Lu Yao's friendship with her, but he didn't know when they became in love.

"I don't believe it." Mr. Huang still doesn't give up.

"Ask the security guard to drag people away. Don't make trouble here."

Mr. Huang's pig like cry made Lu Yao hook up his lips, but when he heard Mo Youan closing the door, he collapsed again.

Seeing Lu Yao sitting calmly on the sofa, Mo Youan went over and hugged his neck, "brother Yao Yao."

"Xiaoan." Lu Yao looks at Mo Youan.

"Can you stop calling me that? I have goose bumps all over me. "

"I don't think you enjoy it."

Mo Youan curled his mouth and leaned on Lu Yao. "Didn't you hear what I said? How can you be so jealous? "

"When others come to my wife's office to express their love, do I have to open the door happily? I don't like grass growing on my head. "

"Nonsense, who let the grass grow on your head?"

"If I don't come again, I think it will be soon."

"I don't want to talk to you."

Mo Youan is angry too. He goes back to his place to deal with the work.

"Hey, Mo You'an, aren't you going to explain anything? Is that your attitude? "

"This is my attitude. If you don't want to see it, you can go away and look at me sparingly."

"Mo Xiaoan, you are getting hotter and hotter."

"That's it."

Lu Yao couldn't laugh or cry. Sitting on Mo You'an's desk, he raised her chin and looked at her tenderly. "But I don't care how angry you look."

Mo Youan gave him a white look and clapped his hand. "Are you a masochist?"

"Probably."

Mo You'an can't be angry with Lu Yao at all. He gave her a meal at noon. She was too happy to make trouble with him.

"Xiao'an, I'm not angry."

"Another name."

"Wife." "That Mr. Huang is an old client of Morse. His father talked with his aunt all the time. Now he is ready to let him take over the company and let him talk about things. My aunt has also entrusted this cooperation to me. I also want to stabilize this client."