Master Mo, you are here to ask for money for milk powder.

Chapter 37 Or, let me hug

Lin Anan looked at the wet marks on Mo Junyu's right leg, "This, it's not convenient for me. Please, Mr. President, you have a lot, don't worry about..."

Lin Anan hadn't finished speaking when Mo Junyu turned his sitting position.

He stretched one leg out a bit.

Originally, there was a table in front of it, so it was very inconvenient for Lin Anan to reach out to wipe it.

But Lin Anan said it was inconvenient, because she wanted to say that she is a woman, men and women are different, if she can wipe the top, but it is the trousers, or the thighs...

A woman helping a man wipe the water off his trousers is too intimate.

"Don't want to wipe?" Mo Junyu looked at her and asked.

The moment he heard him speak, Lin Anan felt as if a sharp sword was across his neck, and the back of his neck suddenly felt cold.

But Lin Anan lowered his head, glanced at Mo Junyu's face from the corner of his eyes, and saw that he didn't seem to be angry, thinking that if he got angry, it would be impossible for him to be so calm with his bipolar temper .

So Lin Anan boldly asked, "Can I not wipe?"

"En." Mo Junyu responded.

Hearing Mo Junyu's answer, Lin Anan was relieved, and was about to feel that he was not that scary, but heard it again in the next second, Mo Junyu's voice sounded.

"kiss Me."

"Huh?" Lin Anan was stunned.

Looking at Lin An'an's reaction, Mo Junyu was worried that she would be frightened, so he thought for a moment and said, "Or, let me hug her, that's fine."

Lin Anan: "..."

Before Lin Anan recovered, she was stunned again.

His rascally words were a natural request, and his expression was calm and extremely natural.

He, he, he... she, she, she...

Didn't she explicitly reject him yesterday?And he let her go too.

Suddenly, Lin An'an seemed to understand something. Just now when Mo Junyu asked her if she regretted what she said, he must have misunderstood something.

Mo Junyu saw that Lin An'an was still not moving, his brown eyes stared at her, and he moved his thin lips again, "If you are obedient, take the initiative, I will forget what happened yesterday."

His voice was low and cold.

Like a tyrant's benevolent handout.

Let the past go, these four words, like she made a mistake, need him to let the past go.But Lin An'an hoped that he would always take the blame for what he said yesterday, and wanted to tell him where he misunderstood today.

But you have to be careful with your words, after all, Mo Junyu has bipolar disorder and has a bad temper.

Just as Lin Anan was thinking about how to speak, he pushed the waiter away from the door, and a person came in.

"An'an! It's really you! An'an..." Han Zhengyu happily walked in front of Lin Anan, and was about to embrace her in his arms.

But Lin Anan took a step back.

Seeing Lin Anan's actions, Han Zhengyu froze slightly, but soon, a smile appeared on his face again.

Han Zhengyu looked at Lin Anan, and said joyfully, "I was downstairs just now and saw your figure from a distance. I didn't expect it was really you!"

When he was downstairs just now, he could only see the bust of Lin Anan upstairs, and he could still see it through the hollowed out large carved wooden wall panels.

After such a distance, I just felt like it, so I hurried over to confirm it regardless.

Fortunately, he came to confirm, and he has developed a habit over the years. Whenever he sees a figure, he will go to confirm immediately.

"Where have you been these years? Why don't you go home?"

"My uncles and aunts and I looked for you everywhere, and we called the police to ask the police to help you find you, but we couldn't find you."

"My uncles and aunts thought you were killed abroad..."

(End of this chapter)