Cold CEO With Warm Love

But if Mo Qingling went, Shen Qixiu would not think about it. Although Mo Qingling and Shen Qixiu are not familiar with each other, Mo Qingling and Shen Qixiu love to join in the fun as much as he does, and Shen Qixiu knows that.

So when he saw Mo Qingling, he just thought that this time Mo Qingling was here, he just came with Mo Yu or song Qiaoyuan.

Otherwise, it was a person who simply came to join in the fun, so Shen Qixiu would not suspect her at all.

Not to mention suspecting that she came with Mo Xiuchen. Mo Xiuchen's temperament was cold, Mo Qingling's temperament was happy, Mo Xiuchen liked to be quiet, and Mo Qingling liked to be noisy. It was strange that Mo Xiuchen would come to such a noisy auction.

Besides, Shen Qixiu's spies in country a reported that Mo Xiuchen was still in the presidential palace. It seemed that he had been riding a horse some time ago and was recovering from a fall at home.

As everyone knows, in fact, it was mo yuanfan, not Mo Xiuchen, who fell.

Mo Qingling sees that they both disagree, and finally looks at Wen Yiyi.

She trotted to Wen Yiyi's side, holding her arm and shaking, "little sheep, would you like to go with me? How about that? "

Wen Yiyi is in some difficulty.

She subconsciously looked up at Mo Xiuchen. He also happened to look at her. Wen Yidun thought of what he had said before, then quickly turned his head and looked at the city of song.

Song Zhicheng looked at Wen Yiyi, with a gentle smile on his face, "follow Qingling to have a look."

Wenyiyi was silent for a moment before nodding.

Mo Qingling cheered, hugged Wen Yiyi's head, gave her a "MUA" kiss, pulled her and ran over there.

But there are too many people, inside and out of the already surrounded several layers, Mo Qingling pull Wen Yiyi East and West, finally to the inside.

The host is holding an empty box and shaking his hands. He is scared.

Because there are several bodyguards standing in front of him.

"Hurry up! I don't have time to spend with you. " Shen Qixiu said impatiently, and then kicked over again, "do you hear me?"

TMD, it's all gas!

One kick is not enough. Shen Qixiu wants to kick the second one, but after thinking about it, he will forget it.

Don't kick the man to death before he wants the love of the city out.

The host said bitterly: "this gentleman, I'm just in charge of this activity, others..."

"I want to say that the rest has nothing to do with you?" Shen Qixiu said the host's next words, and then a loud voice: "I'll go to your grandmother's leg! It's okay to tell me at this time? You don't know what to do before you start? "

The host looked at him bitterly, aggrieved: "I'm not a prophet..."

Where would you know that this would happen.

"I don't care! I'll give you half an hour. If you can't hand it in, I'll call the people above you. " Shen Qixiu said, waving to the bodyguard, pointing to the chair not far away, "move here, I want to sit."

It seems that the bodyguard is used to his temper, very obedient in the past, moved the chair over.

Shen Qixiu sat down and looked at the host with his legs up.

"Half an hour. There are 29 minutes and 47 seconds left."

"Twenty nine minutes and thirty seconds."

"28 minutes and 53 seconds..."

Shen Qixiu slowly counted, while taking out a cigarette box from his pocket, a bodyguard immediately came up to light it for him.

He held the cigarette between his fingers, reached to his lips, took a deep breath, and then exhaled.