Chapter 52 Xiao Qi's doubts

Zhang Xiaoqi pouted, put on another shoe and walked in.

I really don't understand what Mo Yirou is thinking. Back then, the pursuit of Qiao Minghui, a senior at the school grass level, was considered vigorous. Buying breakfast, sending flowers...Mo Yirou did almost all the things that boys should do to pursue girls;
After graduation, he followed him to Kyoto without hesitation, relying on the relationship of Senior Qiao to reluctantly enter the company as a small employee.

Letting Miss Qianjin not do it, but wanting to humble herself in front of Senior Qiao.

She knew about Mo Yirou's family background, she followed her to her house for a holiday that summer vacation, big villas, gardens, luxury cars... In short, it was something ordinary people could only see on TV.

Zhang Xiaoqi couldn't figure out why Mo Yirou wanted to hide her family background, even though she was wearing famous brands, she wanted to lie to Senior Qiao that they were fakes.

In the room, Mo Yirou's obedient voice came out, "I know, don't be angry, Minghui~husband~"

Although he couldn't see it, Zhang Xiaoqi could imagine how flattering Mo Yirou's appearance was at this moment.

In fact, she is a bit worthless for her best friend!
In the Mo family, her parents and elder brother cherished Yirou, and she had seen it with her own eyes.

Maybe because Mo Yirou is the youngest in the family, even her twin sister who quietly walked out of a painting let her in.

He was held in the palm of his hand like a treasure at home, but in front of senior Qiao, he was not even as good as a grass.

Zhang Xiaoqi didn't seem to have heard Senior Qiao's lecture, walked to the room, knocked and opened the door, and asked harmlessly, "Senior Qiao, can you lend me Yirou for a while?"

Qiao Minghui stood in the room with a cold face, and Mo Yirou wrapped his neck around him, trying to please him, when Zhang Xiaoqi broke in suddenly, and both of them looked over.

"Hey, didn't I bother you?" Zhang Xiaoqi asked knowingly, and then secretly winked at Mo Yirou.

Mo Yirou was anxious, her best friend went to work at Ji Shaochen's company on the first day, and she didn't know how they were going.

But if you are in a hurry, you still have to coax the male ticket first, and pouted coquettishly around Qiao Minghui's neck, "Minghui, I won't spend money recklessly next time,"

Qiao Minghui lowered his eyes and said seriously with a sullen face, "This is not an example."

"Yeah, let's not be an example!" Mo Yirou nodded like a pest, smacked Qiao Minghui's face, let him go and ran over, and the two girls walked towards the sofa arm in arm.

In the room, Qiao Minghui shook his head helplessly and sighed as he watched the pile of high imitations that Mo Yirou had "scavenged" on the Internet.

Zhang Xiaoqi brought back the food directly, and after changing into comfortable home sportswear, the two girls huddled together on the sofa.

Zhang Xiaoqi is holding a box of jelly, Mo Yirou is lying on her lap holding the phone, Zhang Xiaoqi feeds herself a mouthful of jelly, and then Mo Yirou...

"Xiao Qi, how is things going? Is it going well?"

Mo Yirou started to browse for clothes on the Internet again, and opened her mouth while speaking.

Zhang Xiaoqi picked out a chopstick of jelly and fed it to her, and asked without answering, "Yirou, is it true that Ji Shaochen opened Xiangxiang Investment Company by himself?"

Mo Yirou opened his mouth to take the jelly, and asked vaguely while chewing, "Otherwise? Do you think such a flirtatious man will work for others?"

Zhang Xiaoqi thought about it, and while stirring the jelly in his hand, he frowned suspiciously, "You said he is such a stinky fart, can the company make money?"

"Why do you say that?" Mo Yirou opened his mouth again.

(End of this chapter)

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