Sir, I will not marry!

Chapter 69 The Stolen Fish Is the Best
[-] p.m., EA.

The internal phone in Xia Mo's office rang.

"Director Xia, there is a lady at the front desk looking for you. She claims to be your—girlfriend."

Xia Mo frowned slightly, closed the documents on the table, and said, "Tell her to wait, I'll come out right away."

Ten minutes later, Xia Mo came out of EA with a briefcase and a suit hanging on his arm.

Song Xiaoqi sat on the sofa, and when she saw Xia Mo, she smiled just right.

Under the surprised eyes of the girl at the front desk, Song Xiaoqi took Xia Mo's arm, "Why so long?!"

Xia Moen let out a sigh, and said to the girl at the front desk: "I'll go first, if you need anything, ask the director of the Design Department."

The girl was so surprised that she forgot to respond, stared blankly at the arrogant woman, and walked out of EA holding Xia Mo's hand.

As soon as Xia Mo and Song Xiaoqi walked out of EA, they ran into Zhou Xinying at the corner.

She had just bought coffee downstairs and was thinking about work, so she didn't pay attention and bumped into Song Xiaoqi directly.

The coffee cup in her hand shook, Zhou Xinying's hand was scalded by the hot coffee, and she subconsciously let go.

The coffee stained a large white shirt on her chest. Before Zhou Xinying could frown, she raised her head and slapped her hard on the cheek!
The sharp nails scratched the flesh of her cheeks, leaving a few horrible red marks on Zhou Xinying's fair face, which were burning with pain.

"You don't have eyes when you walk!" Song Xiaoqi frowned and stared at the few coffee stains splashed on her chest, and said sharply.

Only then did Zhou Xinying see the person in front of her clearly, her eyes fell on Song Xiaoqi holding Xia Mo's hand, and she was slightly taken aback.

is her.

Xia Mo stood aside, frowned at Zhou Xinying who was in a mess, and said, "Let's get off work first, sorry."

Song Xiaoqi was dissatisfied, "Why do you have to apologize to her, she was the one who bumped into me! I just bought this dress! I bought it from Milan, it's all ruined!"

Xia Mo said: "She is my assistant, so just treat it as a face to me, okay?"

Hearing what Xia Mo said, Song Xiaoqi took a serious look at Zhou Xinying, then raised her eyebrows and said, "That's it, then—for Xia Mo's sake, forget it this time. Let's go!"

Song Xiaoqi glanced at Zhou Xinying who was standing there in embarrassment with downcast eyes, raised her beautiful chin, and left proudly.

When the two returned to the car, Xia Mo said, "Didn't I tell you not to come to the company to look for me?"

Song Xiaoqi said: "I called you and you turned off the phone. I couldn't find you, so I had to come to the company! Xia Mo, shouldn't you explain to me what happened to that Jiang Xiaonuan?!"

At the mention of this name, Xia Mo's hand paused slightly, and he moved the car as if nothing had happened, and said, "It seems that you have put in a lot of effort in the past two days, why? Have you investigated all the family background of the other party?"

Song Xiaoqi was furious, "No way, that little bitch won't be able to catch her if she doesn't come to school."

Xia Mo said: "Xiaoqi, it's really just a game. I don't want a beautiful and smart girlfriend like you. How could you be ambiguous with other people?"

Song Xiaoqi looked pale, and said: "Who knows, I heard that the stolen fish is the best. Are you sure it's just a game? Why did I check it out, and someone said that you and her have a good relationship in private?"

"She is my student, she is very talented, and I am just a teacher-student relationship with her. Xiaoqi, stop guessing."

Song Xiaoqi turned to look at him, "Xia Mo, why didn't you announce our relationship to the outside world? If you do this, how can I not make random guesses?"

Xia Mo freed up a hand and squeezed Song Xiaoqi's hand, "Xiaoqi, you are only 18 years old this year. The entertainment industry is much more complicated than you imagined. I don't want those things to affect your life."

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Author's Note: It's time to push the mainline.

(End of this chapter)