President's wife

Since that time when he opened his heart to her, Long Qingye felt much more relieved, and he was no longer oppressed so that he could not breathe.

But every time they met, the temperature of the atmosphere dropped to zero. In a space alone, she seldom spoke. Unless it was him asking questions, she seldom made a sound.

She is his personal assistant, and she can't avoid seeing each other, but her tone is more euphemistic and unfamiliar than before.

It's like two people playing a game, he enters, she retreats.

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Today, Mo Chaodong heard that Long Qingye had skipped work for many days, and he would not believe it if he was beaten to death, but then he thought, could it be that Long Qingye was seriously injured and paralyzed, so he had no choice but to rest at home.

The anxiety in his heart caused him to leave the beautiful woman in his arms and rush to Yunhua Pavilion. The Long Qingye he saw was still alive and well, and he almost put a vase on Long Qingye's head.

"That's all you got hurt?"

"Didn't you see it?" Long Qingye wondered if he was blind, the bandage was wrapped around his shoulder.

"Or are you internally injured?" Mo Chaodong asked him. Once before, Long Qingye was shot in the abdomen. He was only in his early twenties at that time. Mo Chaodong tried his best to persuade him to recover from his injury, but he took out the bullet on the first day. The next day he went to work as usual, even Mo Chaodong thought he was going to die.

"There is nothing, just here." There are internal injuries, and they are also invisible internal injuries.

Mo Chaodong clicked his lips, confirming that the injury was not in the limbs, but in the brain.

In the kitchen, the coffee has been ground, but Uncle Luo only ground one cup, it is best not to drink coffee for Long Qingye's wound, tea is the best.

"Dad, I'll help you send it up." Roland wanted to take it.

Uncle Luo said, "Wait a minute, we need to add three teaspoons of half-fat milk."

Three spoonfuls of half-fat milk?That person also likes to add three spoonfuls of half-fat milk to his coffee.

"Dad, I'll come." Roland lived in Yunhua Pavilion for a few days, and knew about some kitchen utensils and seasonings. She quickly found half-fat milk.

She scooped it up with a small spoon and poured it over the coffee. Before she knew it, she drew a snowflake pattern.

Uncle Luo praised her, "Lan Lan, it's really a waste if you don't become a barista."

"Dad, I just draw casually." She really only draws casually, but when she holds half-cream milk in her hand, she always thinks of that person in a trance.

Uncle Luo muttered, "This half-fat milk is prepared for Young Master Mo, and it is only used when he comes occasionally."

Mo?Roland shook his head. What else did she think about, but it was just the same surname.

"Dad, I'll just take it up." Roland picked up the chassis, and the phone rang in her pocket. She put down the chassis and checked who it was. It turned out that it was just a survey call for a certain software.

By the time she hung up the phone, Uncle Luo had already picked up the chassis and delivered drinks.

study.Mo Chaodong joked with Long Qingye, saying that he would teach him how to chase women, but Long Qingye sneered at him for wanting to eat, even if it was a woman.

Seeing Uncle Luo come in, Mo Chaodong swallowed back all the years of experience he was going to hand over to him.

"Uncle Luo, you really understand my appetite." Uncle Luo was at the door, and he could already smell the aroma of coffee and half-cream milk.

"Master Mo has to drink every time he comes here, how could this old man forget?"

Uncle Luo put down his coffee and left. Mo Chaodong gracefully picked up the cup, ready to savor the bitterness that had affected his lovesickness for eight years, but his eyes widened suddenly.

snowflake!how come?

Long Qingye took a sip of tea to relieve his dry mouth, and said, "How much background have you found out about the head of Tumi Sect?"

There was no voice to answer him, Long Qingye turned his head and saw that he was holding the cup, and it was almost touching his lips, but he was staring straight at it, he didn't feel sour?

Long Qingye kicked him, and Mo Chaodong came back to his senses, "What are you doing?" He held the cup in both hands, afraid that this precious thing would leak.

"What are you thinking? What about my question to you?"

"What did you ask me?" Mo Chaodong was wandering just now, so he couldn't hear what Long Qingye asked him.

"I asked you, how much background have you found out about the head of Tumi Sect?" Long Qingye repeated, don't let him say it a third time, his patience is limited.

Mo Chaodong took a sip, this was the longing that had lingered in his heart for a long time, he closed his eyes, enjoyed the taste of pleasure in bitterness, and opened his eyes, "Qing Ye, why is your coffee so delicious?"