High price and luxurious marriage

Seeing Watson's reaction, Mo Shaoyang is quietly observing the surrounding situation.

Before Mobei left, he motioned for him to open the blinds a little, so that he could see the situation outside.

Watson doesn't know how to use people, but he does.

In these years of Mo's, he has been practicing for a long time. What kind of person can stand in front of him and he can peel her out.

Listen to what just happened, it should be a woman, because he heard the sound of high heels.

"Mr. Mo?" Watson couldn't wait. He took a look at Mo Shaoyang. His voice was urgent: "what kind of price can you accept? You can give me accurate information!..."

This is the most maddening way. He doesn't say anything, which makes him guess a man's mind.

At this time, outside came a burst of footwork sound, is the return of Suqi.

Before, she left, but the more she thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong. In fact, there were not many people in the design department, and now she is just an assistant designer, so is Li mi. This is the territory of assistant designers, and the stranger?

The more I think about it, the more suspicious I feel.

Later, whenever she thought about it, Su Qi felt that her brain must have been pretty funny at that time. How could she run back again.

There was a business spy inside the company. She also heard about it. When she saw the strange man, her mind was full of alarm bells.

It may be a joke of a colleague, but it may also be

Think of here, Su Qi actually fought a cold war, you know, she has never done such a thrilling thing.

"Dong Dong Dong." After calming down for a while, Suqi knocked on the door which was still in front of her.

Now there are only Mo Shaoyang and Watson in the room. They listen to the sound of high-heeled shoes. In other words, that person can't be mo Bei or Watson's subordinate.

"Who?" Watson subconsciously stood up and asked warily.

If a woman comes here rashly, he can understand that if a woman comes here twice at the same time, there must be a problem.

Hearing the sound inside, Suqi calmed her breathing, and then formulated a reply: "Hello, sir, I've come to deliver tea."

"No need." Watson didn't even think about it, so he refused.

Are you kidding me? Does she think she's in an American blockbuster right now? Come here again and again in such an aboveboard way, and then say that you want to bring him tea?

Doesn't she know that he never drinks tea?

Su Qi outside the door is still thinking, what kind of way to go in, he saw the door in front of him suddenly opened, and then Mo Shaoyang in a black suit rushed out.

He rushed out with all his overbearing, violent and impatient mood.

Around as if he had brought out a wind, Suqi subconsciously put out his hand to block his eyes.

Cologne smells mixed with a smell of unscent mast, and all of them are immersed in Su Qi's nasal cavity at close range.

She slightly frowned, why such a taste will make her heart suddenly spasm up, as if a smoke in pain.

"Mr. mo." At this time, Watson also followed out, because Mo Shaoyang's reaction was too much, almost in the moment of hearing the woman's voice, he ran out.

God, who is this woman? She can make Mo Shaoyang so absent-minded.

This floor is in this building, the whole space is very large, because it is for designers, all the decoration, space is very spacious, but there are not many people here.

In order to create inspiration for these designers, they also spent a lot of time.

And here, in the open corridor, Mo Shaoyang and Su Qi look at each other, quietly watching each other, as if they were the only two in the world. From Mo Shaoyang's eyes, Watson saw deep shock, ecstasy and inconceivable.

A variety of emotions appeared in his face, and he was also surprised.

What is the relationship between the woman in front of him and how can he have such a big fluctuation in his mood.

Mo Shaoyang himself felt like he had been beaten heavily. His eyes were all black. Only the place where Su Qi was was was shining. Her image was like a slow movie, playing back slowly in his mind.

From first meeting, to meeting again, getting married, disappearing, in those joys and sorrows, her expression was finally as cautious as before, never so clear as at this time.

Those images have to fold, in the end, have become standing in front of her.

"Mr. Mo?" Watson reminds Mo Shaoyang that his performance has scared the woman in front of him, but he doesn't know it yet.

If this matter goes to the media, I don't know what to say.He had to remind her in time.

For a long time, Mo Shaoyang came back from his absence. He looked at Su Qi in front of him stupidly. He couldn't believe his eyes.

"Xiaoqi..." He murmured, trying to make sure that what he was in front of was a living person, not an illusory image that he had missed countless times.

For nearly a year, he has imagined Suqi's appearance in front of him countless times. This is the first time that she is so vividly perceived by him, and he can even feel the temperature of her body.

Suqi was a little flustered by him, and as soon as this person appeared in front of her, she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity and heaviness, which made her gasp.

My heart has been clamoring to leave, but my legs are too heavy to walk.

Just as she was about to find an excuse to leave, she heard the man in front of her call her name in an incredible tone: "Xiaoqi?"

How does he know her name?

Because of this surprised doubt, Suqi just ready to step out of the legs suddenly stay in place.

Then a strong masculine atmosphere wrapped her up, and a pair of strong arms held her tightly in his arms.

She was pressed close to his heart by him, and could even hear his rapid heartbeat clearly.

Very intense, or very excited, he didn't exercise hard, just too excited to see her.

At that moment, Su Qi's brain seemed to flash some fragments, and it seemed that there was nothing, but her heart was pained for no reason, and it seemed that she was pinched tightly by a hand.

Unprovoked, an inexplicable sadness cage on her heart, throat itching, there is an impulse to cry.

Mo Shaoyang is no better.

How long ago, every time he dreamed back in the middle of the night, he would touch a mass of images, but when he reached for a hug, he found that it was always empty.