Hey, I'm Leaving Again

The response of the new design in the market is particularly good, and Mo Qianxing's tight heart is finally relaxed.

But even if the new products have been listed, they still start a new round of design without stopping. After this incident, Mo Qianxing will never allow himself to be attacked by Qi group again.

There was never anyone in Mo Qian's office. He was always at the forefront of production, so that because of staying up late and being outside for a long time, the whole person looked a little more vicissitudes, but he couldn't get rid of that heroic spirit.

"Mr. Mo, this is our next preview. Take a look first and see if there is anything to improve." it is the designer Lin Yurou invited from France who is asking for opinions. It is also because of his timely design draft that Mo got out of danger this time.

The man in front of him is beautiful. Although a duck tongue hat masks his handsome, his three-dimensional facial features still fascinate the little sisters of many companies all day.

The people in the company are generally divided into two factions. One is the diehard fan of Mo Qian's punishment, and the other has been fascinated by the new south wind.

"We still need to change the details. What we do is the most high-end and unique product."

"OK."

"Wait, what's your name?" Mo Qianxing remembered that he had not asked the name of the great hero.

"South wind."

"Have you been in France before?"

"When I was ten years old."

France is a city with the strongest artistic atmosphere. No wonder the manuscript designed by this man is so different, but it is not his background that Mo Qianxing is curious about.

"How do you know Lin Yurou?"

Although the crisis is Shanglin Yurou's intervention, Mo Qianxing still can't completely trust her.

"Of course she paid me to come." Nanfeng said casually.

"It's all right, you go to work." Mo Qian said faintly.

As soon as Nanfeng left, he sent a message to Si mu.

"Nanfeng's information and work resume will be sent to me before 10 o'clock tonight."

Si mu, who is processing the report of Mo Qian's punishment in the office, has been tortured by this huge workload. He knows that he has to check the details of Nanfeng, and his mentality has completely collapsed.

"This workaholic keeps busy all day and delays me from flirting with my sister."

After Tucao finished, Si Mu still went to work obediently. Who allowed moqian to make complaints about him?

After a busy day's work, Mo Qianxing didn't even return home. He continued to work overtime directly in the office. It was almost ten o'clock, but Si Mu's information still didn't come. He had begun Si Mu's recent work ability.

On a rare occasion, Mo Qianxing took the initiative to call Si mu.

"Did you find the information of Nanfeng? Why is it so slow." Mo Qianxing scolded as soon as he got through the phone.

"Hey, it's uploaded. Do you want me to rest? I've been working overtime for several days. I'm busy from morning to night. You don't even give me dating time in the evening. What's your stimulation?"

Si Mu wanted to hit himself in the face after saying this. He knew that Mo Qian was in a bad mood because of the child's affairs these days, and he couldn't speak in his head.

Before Si Mu finished, Mo Qian hung up the phone.

Yes, he was really stimulated, and it was still a great stimulus. He had to take turns for 24 hours to make him forget the pain temporarily.

After a while, Si Mu uploaded Nanfeng's information to Mo Qianxing. Indeed, his family emigrated to France when he was ten years old, but strangely, his work experience was a blank paper.

Is it his first time to work, but the manuscript he designed is completely in line with the business development trend. People who have not fallen and rolled in the mall will not have such a clear idea.

This makes Mo Qianxing doubt what purpose this person is to help himself, whether he really wants to help himself or is working undercover for others.

At one o'clock in the morning, song ran lay alone in bed and never fell asleep.

When she thought of things during the day, she felt that her current relationship with Qi Jun was really embarrassing. She found it difficult to breathe when she met and talked every day. Especially with children, song ran felt that she had become jumpy. She even suspected that Qi Jun wanted to find a chance to kill her children.

Although Qi Jun said countless times that he would help her take care of her children and would not care about his true identity, song ran would never believe such words.

The more anxious she is, the more song ran wants to escape. But this place like a bird cage is equipped with cameras. If she goes a little more, someone will follow up and ask her about her.

It's like installing a monitor on her and observing her whereabouts 24 hours a day.

In such an environment, song ran was almost suffocating.

Just then, a man full of wine pushed the door in. It happened that song ran forgot to lock the door today. When he saw that the other party was Qi Jun, he was really shocked. His illness was absolutely not allowed to drink.

But he seems to have drunk a lot.

"Qi Jun, what are you doing in here so late?" Song ran said puzzled, and her body had already sat up from the bed.

Qi Jun, who was drunk at this time, looked at Song ran with a bad smile and said, "I want to drink. I haven't drunk for a long time."

Seeing his childish way of speaking, song ran guessed that he must be drunk. The smell alone made song ran want to sleep in another room.

"How can you drink? Do you forget that you have a heart disease? You're joking about your health, you know."

Although song ran hates Qi Jun very much now, he doesn't want him to die. He still remembers that Qi Jun saved her in deep water.

Hearing that song ran was still concerned about himself, Qi Jun immediately Su, looked at Song ran and said, "you still know that you care about my life and death. You have a conscience. Do you know why I want to drink?"

Qi Jun kept pointing at Song ran when he spoke, and his arm was shaking around Song ran.

Song ran looked at the man shaking around and was about to faint by him.

"I don't want to know at all. I have to sleep. Go to sleep, too."

Looking at Song ran, who was impatient at this time, Qi Jun was even more angry.

"I just want to tell you the truth. Can't you listen to my heart?"

Song ran was at a loss when she first saw the drunken Qi Jun.

He was no less drunk than Mo Qian's punishment.