Cold CEO With Warm Love

That laughter, is simply not too obscene - trivial!

Wen Yiyi listened to her unkind laughter. Somehow, her back was cold.

She looked back, quickly turned around, rubbed her goose bumped arms, and sped up to the second floor.

Mo Qingling looks at her figure that disappears quickly. He laughs and lowers his head to eat noodles.

Then, as if thinking of something, he opened the drawer under the coffee table, took out a small square mirror and looked at his face.

He grinned at the corner of his mouth.

Well, it's OK. It's not too obscene, just a little bit.

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the door of the study is half closed. When Wen Yiyi passes by the study, his pace slows down unconsciously, and then he stops.

The remaining light of the eyes glanced slightly towards the study, and saw the man sitting in front of the desk to deal with business.

It's said that men at work are serious and handsome. Wen Yiyi thinks it's true.

She stood by the door, through the only gap, looking at the man who worked hard in the room.

He should be reviewing information and so on, holding a pen between his slender fingers, and writing and checking on the paper on the desk from time to time.

He works very seriously. His deep eyes are fixed on the desk. Maybe he sees some bad content in the materials. His thick eyebrows are slightly wrinkled and flattened after a moment.

Wen Yiyi looked at him and couldn't help staring at him.

Mo Xiuchen focuses on reading materials, and doesn't find that there is one more person at the door.

Feet suddenly came hairy touch, Wen Yiyi startled, subconsciously back a step.

Did not pay attention to good strength, slippers on the floor, issued a clear sound, immediately attracted the attention of people in the study.

Mo Xiuchen raised his head, looked to the door, but saw the bottom of the door gap, Xiaoxi squatted there, the tail behind him was shaking vigorously.

See is small West, Mo Xiu Chen glanced at it a few eyes, just about to take back the line of sight, suddenly catch a glimpse of a piece of light blue cloth that the small West behind the back exposes.

The color of the cloth is familiar. If he remembers correctly, the skirt that Wen Yiyi is wearing today is the cloth of this color.

Mo Xiuchen's eyes were deep, and he raised his pen again. He looked at the contents of the materials and said in a light tone: "when do you want to stand outside? Now that you're here, come in. "

A low and hoarse voice came from the room and floated into her ears. Wen Yiyi listened and her heart beat unconsciously. Well, he found it.

Wen Yiyi pinched her palm, went to the door and explained, "I didn't want to stand until when, I just Passing by, passing by... "

Back to the room where she was sleeping, I really wanted to pass by his study.

But if she is really just passing by, how can she stand outside the study and not go?

Mo Xiu Chen raised Mou to look toward the door, looking at her red face, black and slippery Eye Bead son to turn to turn to go to, don't look at him.

I felt funny.

"Come here." He said to her.

"Ah? That I don't need to come in. I still have homework to do... " Wen Yiyi shook his head, white tender fingers holding the skirt corner, cramped way: "if nothing, I'll go back to do my homework, you continue..."

Continue busy you, four words haven't said, Wen Yiyi has stepped into the study.