Good Morning, Dear

Mo Li really doesn't understand. How can a woman's face be thick to this extent? What about chastity? What about morality? Men and women don't know... All kinds of constraints come to her and are fed to the dog?

Sleep together?

In his company, sleeping with his assistant, did she ask him?

Grab her arm and drag it all the way to the bathroom: "wash it for me. Wash it well. What kind of chief secretary does it look like?"

Cheng Qingyao didn't wash it, but also splashed water on him: "the Chief Secretary can't be unkempt when he wakes up. Who stipulated this provision? Which law wrote it? You're the president. Please be reasonable, okay?"

Mo Li couldn't escape. Her face and body were full of water from her. She was suddenly angry and speechless. What a bold smelly girl with a hard mouth and a big temper. Go to the company and ask, who dares to lift water from him???

His chest was undulating, his face was livid, and his lips were trembling with anger. He wiped the water on his face and looked down at the water on his body: "OK, you have the ability. The Chief Secretary sees more, and you have the ability. That's how Nan Youjin taught you these years?"

"Work is work, and private life is private life. Don't pull Nan Youjin out without clear logic. I tell you, Niannian is mine, and saving Niannian is also my personal idea. It has nothing to do with Nan Youjin, and he doesn't owe you anything."

"Are you still reasonable?"

"I'm not afraid to travel all over the world..."

"Cheng Qingyao!"

"..." there was another loud roar, which made her tremble. He kicked the door of the bathroom with his back foot. Yes, it was a heavy kick. Zhang Yangfei couldn't get in if he wanted to come in to fight the fire: "you, a newly appointed chief secretary, flirted with the president's assistant on the first day, and slept with him face to face the next day. What would others say if people saw such a scene? How much harm does gossip do you don't understand?"

Cheng Qingyao smiled and looked at him with a look of admiration: "as the Chief Secretary of President Mo, I should calmly face gossip like the president and treat gossip like dirt."

What's the implication? You're full of gossip. Why aren't you afraid? You're not afraid to make me afraid. Do you really think I'm not brave?

Mo Li choked again and couldn't say a few words. He had to change words: "you've been married, divorced and had children. You've gone through all the procedures that women should go, but what about Zhang Yangfei? He hasn't been in love once, and the woman's hand hasn't been held. It's still a place to say white dot! You have the heart to discredit him and make him unable to find a partner in the future..."

"Stop!" Cheng Qingyao listened more and more wrong, raised her hand and seriously interrupted: "do you look down on our divorced single mother? Do you think we are not qualified to find a better man. We can only pick up garbage in the waste dump and find a garbage man to spend our life?"

"Cheng... Qing... Yao... Shut up. Did I let you speak? Did I let you speak???" Mo Li is going to be angry. He is really going to be angry. If he is with her in the future, is he the garbage pulled out of the waste dump?

She's rubbish.

Her family is rubbish.

He is the king of diamonds, and his whole body is full of diamond like light... Hehe, Cheng Qingyao said that it is also a diamond like garbage light... Don't leave Cheng Qingyao to speak, don't leave yourself

He was so angry that he made a circle and untied all the buttons of his suit to dissipate heat, otherwise there was a real risk of spontaneous combustion: "Cheng Qingyao, I admire being a woman as thick as you. But I still want to remind you that you don't want face, Nan Youjin still wants face, and I still want face. If you dare to play office romance with Zhang Yangfei in the future, I dare to be seriously anaemic, so that you can't draw out a drop of blood."

Cheng Qingyao smiled, spread her hands, and said, "OK, you won." he moved out his thoughts. What else could she fight for? There was nothing to talk about, so she had to admit defeat.

Mo Li is not used to it. She's stupid there. That's it? That's how he won? Look at her again. She has bowed her head and washed her face and mouth. Her gentle movements and calm look are completely unaffected by his mood.

It seems that his existence, his anger, his warning... Have nothing to do with her.

But he went up and down in one breath. How could he be calm and calm before? What the hell? He could make thousands of people, but he couldn't make her alone?

After washing her face, she arranged her hair again. Her long hair was rolled into balls and tied behind her head. It looked very concise. There was also a beautiful temperament of a gentle lady, which was pleasing to the eyes. After finishing, she washed her face again, and then took out a paper towel to wipe the water on her face.

It was not urgent or slow. It was as if there were no one else. I really regarded him as an invisible person. I gathered up a paper towel and threw it into the dustbin to pass by him.

That's it.

That's it?

Has his problem been solved? Will she never be so close to Zhang Yangfei, or will she never sleep face to face with Zhang Yangfei? Moli feels a little confused and can't accurately understand what she means by "you won".

Stop her: "let's go? The problem is solved? Will you keep a distance from Zhang Yangfei in the future?"

Cheng Qingyao looked back and smiled, "what do you say?"

"..." Mo Li has the feeling and pain of meeting a nemesis, he said? He wants to know what he'll ask? That's what the monkey sent him. All right, fight.

Mo Li straightened up, straightened his face, slowly walked up to her and asked, "don't blame me for being rude to you if this thing happens first, and then mess around later. However, now, let me ask you what Zhao Rui meant that day? Is the child you lost mine?"

The evil on Cheng Qingyao's face was a little stiff on his face, and the light in his eyes sank deeper and deeper. He calmly replied, "No."

"It's not mine. Whose is it? There's a fourth man in Mo's family..."

"Is the word he said 'mo'? If it is mo, it must be you mo, not other mo..."

"I can tell whether it's my Mo or my woman." then I raised my hand, clasped her chin at a lightning speed, and pulled her face in front of me.

Cheng Qingyao's face slowly turned white and panicked. She also struggled to shake her head, but the more she struggled, she couldn't take it off. Her jaw hurt so much that she wanted to cry. His face was getting closer and closer, and his breath rushed to her face, fast and hot.

His eyes are also poisonous. He doesn't look at her eyebrows, doesn't look at her eyes, and only stares at her lips. His lips leaned over and gently opened: "losing memory makes me don't remember the past, but my heart and feeling are there. Are you my woman and have you ever been pregnant with my child? I'll know with a kiss..."