Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

Zhining nodded. I see.

"I recognized you when I saw you in the crowd just now."

Ink string praised from the heart, "real people are more beautiful than photos."

……

Empire group.

Just came out of the conference room and ended the long meeting.

Mu Shaoyan returned to the office and lit a cigarette. As soon as he took a sip, the mobile phone rang with dense wechat messages.

He picked up his cell phone. Mo Xian didn't know when he pulled a group. There were only Huo Jingyi and him in the group.

Turn up the news.

Moxian: brothers!

Moxian: good news!

Mo Xian: I feel that Yuelao is beginning to lead me a red line!

Mo Xian: just today, I met my heart girl.

Mo Xian: she was alone in the hospital. She was as fragile as porcelain on display in the window.

Mo Xian: God must see that she is too poor, so he sent me to appear and save her.

Huo Jingyi:???

Mo Xian: Yes, you guessed right. It's her!

Huo Jingyi: what did I guess?

Mo Xian: my heart girl, Gu Zhining.

Huo Jingyi:

Huo Jingyi: did you meet her in the hospital?

Mo Xian: Yes, we also exchanged contact information. As for the future development, it depends on my efforts!

Huo Jingyi: is she all right?

Seeing the chat record, Mu Shaoyan took a smoke and choked in his throat.

He coughed violently.

The handsome and threatening face suddenly turned red. Holding the cigarette, he pressed hard into the ashtray.

He didn't withdraw his hand until the last wisp of white smoke disappeared into the air.

Type quickly with your mobile phone.

Mu Shaoyan: what's going on?

After a pause, he was afraid that Mo Xian couldn't understand, he added.

Mu Shaoyan: are you pursuing her?

Mo Xian: Yes, that's right!

Mo Xian: I announce that we are now officially pursuing Zhining. You two have been in love and experienced, but you are not allowed to hide. Give me advice.

Mo Xian: how to pursue a girl to impress her?

Come up with an idea?

Mu Shaoyan's lips are cold and hissed. He has been rejected. How do you give him advice?

The mobile phone was thrown on the desktop, feeling inexplicably upset.

Like an indelible haze, it shrouds in the heart and makes people bored for no reason.

Touch the cigarette box, take out one, hold it in your mouth, grab the lighter and light it with your head down.

Wechat news is still ringing.

Obviously, Mo Xian and Huo Jingyi are still talking.

As soon as he extended his long arm, he picked up his mobile phone and opened the message without interruption.

Out of sight, out of mind.

The act of hiding one's ears and stealing a bell can't bring any benefit to his depressed mood. On the contrary, he has been thinking about it in his mind.

…

Looking back from the hospital, Zhining went back to her bedroom to have a rest.

When I was sleepy, the mobile phone on the pillow rang.

She didn't intend to pay attention.

Close your eyes and go to sleep.

But the bell was so annoying that it didn't mean to stop at all.

She opened her heavy eyelids, picked up her cell phone and said, "hello."

The voice was soft and weak, with morbid weakness.

"Are you sick?"

Mu Shaoyan's voice was cold, like quenched ice.

"Yes." She answered weakly.

"Is it serious?"

"Cold."

He heard it.

It should be a bad cold with a nasal sound.

"What about that?" He asked inexplicably.

Zhining is really tired. In addition, he has taken cold medicine. Now the whole person is too tired to open his eyes, "what?"

"When you are ill, who brings me porridge?"

When is it? He's still trying to squeeze her?

Zhining was so angry that she opened her eyes. An unknown fire sprang up in her heart, "where do you want to drink porridge, I'll give you some takeout. If you want some takeout, I'll give you some!"

"I want you to send it."