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Lu Chen put his hand on the desk for a little meal. Even if the patient is his friend, an expert doctor doesn't have to do everything by himself.

We need to know that most of the medical examinations now rely on some advanced instruments. As long as we can operate the machine, no matter how the doctor's skills are, the examination results are almost the same.

Fang Cheng even did the inspection himself. There was no need to do so. There was only one result, that is, he wanted to hide something.

In fact, after hearing Mo Nuan's words, he began to suspect that Mo Pingshan had controlled the general manager and the chairman of the board of directors for so many years, and his desire for power can be imagined. How could he suddenly let a daughter who was separated from the relationship in the newspaper enter the company and prepare to be placed in that crucial position, which is not only a fat job, but also a very training position, which can make a person grow rapidly, These moves are obviously looking for the rhythm of a successor.

His wife he has always known is a piece of jade, good carving, unlimited future.

It seems that Mo Pingshan probably has the same idea as him.

Lu Chen had a bad feeling in his heart that things must be more complicated than he imagined. He didn't know if Mo Nuan could accept the truth.

That girl although the heart hate, but the bottom of the heart still care about the father, otherwise the popularity after dizzy will not be so out of control.

After work, Mo warmed up a little and opened his cell phone to see Lu Chen's ambiguous text message, "it's my fault. Let me treat you well in the evening."

Mo Nuan suddenly thinks askew. Her little face turns red. She carries her bag out of the office building. Lu Chen's car has stopped at the door. She quickly walks over and opens the door to get on the car. Lu Chen laughingly looks at her. "Nuan Nuan, can't wait to see me?"

Mo warm white he one eye, for him this occasionally not the appearance of the line helpless, "I'm afraid of meeting colleagues."

"Am I so bad at it?" Lu Chen expressed his dissatisfaction.

He is such an excellent man to bring out that is absolutely a long face, how in his wife here has become a hidden object.

Mo Nuan saw that he was dissatisfied, and immediately joked: "no, I'm afraid that Mr. Lu in our family will be loved by everyone, and will daze our girls. There are a lot of girls ready to pry my corner at any time."

Lu Chen nodded, slightly twisted his pretty eyebrows, and said solemnly, "well, this is a good phenomenon. Nuan Nuan finally has the consciousness to be Mrs. Lu."

Even though she was used to his occasional narcissism, she couldn't help laughing, thinking of his date and asking him, "what are we going to do in the evening?"

"Dinner, movies, shopping." Lu Chen spat out a few words.

Don't warm up for a moment, you can't help Tucao, "the gaudy way is dead. It's not the trick to make complaints about girls when you are young. Times are changing. How come you don't know how to keep pace with the times?"

Sending flowers, eating, going to the movies, these means of chasing girls were rotten by boys ten years ago. I didn't expect him to do the same.

She was looking forward to it. She thought that this man would be different, but she didn't expect that he would still be vulgar.

When you were young? Is this beating around the Bush to say that he is old? Is he that old?

Lu Chen's tone sank, and obsidian's eyes narrowed. He twisted his eyebrows and stressed, "I'm not thirty-three yet."

Mo warm eyebrows picked, as if not a few days, she remembered that had seen his date of birth, as if it was not long after the new year.

Women don't like to talk about age with others, and men seem to be the same. They don't like people saying they are old. At present, this man seems to be stubborn about this problem.

"Haha, pure slip of tongue, don't blame Mr. Lu, don't always frown, feel..." like an old man.

Of course, Mo Nuan didn't say the words behind. She raised her lips slightly. "I feel that you can kill flies, which is harmful to your smart appearance."

Lu Chen looked at her weird little sample and knew that what she wanted to say just now was not a good thing, and did not point her out.

Nodding, he asked, "don't you like my arrangement?" When asked this sentence, the hand holding the steering wheel slightly closed.

Mo Wen hummed for a while, and said with some embarrassment: "of course I don't like it. I know you don't pay attention to it. You still use such old stalks to deal with me."

"Secretary Song said that his dating with his girlfriend is to do these things, and I specially searched the Internet, which is almost all these. If you are not satisfied, we can change our schedule at any time." Lu Chen's face was straight and his tone of discussion was calm.

In fact, after Song Zhi gave him some advice, he searched the Internet again. Most of the netizens also used these tricks. They also said that women are sentimental animals. They are right and wrong. The more vulgar they are, the more popular they are.

Why doesn't it work for Mo Nuan? You shouldn't believe it if you knew it.

"Is lavender the answer you got online?"

Lu Chen didn't make a sound. He just slightly turned his head and didn't look at Mo Nuan.

"Poof." Mo Nuan knows the answer when she looks at Lu Chen's awkward appearance. She can't help laughing at the thought of Lu Chen asking the Secretary for such a thing, or even wringing her eyebrows to find the answer on the Internet. This man seems to be so meticulous in everything he does.

She smiles, Lu Chen more chagrined, "really not?"

Mo warm face with a shallow smile, seriously looking at his eyes, "Mr. Lu, listen to your arrangement."

This kind of thing pays attention to the sincerity of the other party. This superior man is willing to do so for her. She has fully felt his intention.

Lu Chen did not understand the hair, "you women are so fickle?" A moment an idea, clearly just a look of disgust, a moment of effort and smile.

Mo nuanjiao smiles and glances at him, "you just know."

Like ordinary lovers, they went to a western restaurant for dinner first. Lu Chen was very gentlemanly during the whole process, putting a napkin cloth on her leg and helping her cut the steak into small pieces.

Mo Nuan enjoyed his considerate service with a smile. In the middle of the meal, the waiter came to her with a bunch of roses, bowed slightly and said, "madam, here are your flowers."

Mo Nuan unconsciously looks at Lu Chen, only to see his lips smile, do not want to know that this is her arrangement, Mo Nuan said thanks to the waiter and then took the flowers.

Mo Nuan lowered his head and took a sip. The fragrance of fresh roses filled his nose immediately. He looked up at him and said, "didn't you just send flowers? How can I send it again? "

"Do you like it?"

Mo nodded, dimples like flowers, "like, just 17, what is the language of flowers?"

"With you all your life." Lu Chen's light way.