I’m Secretly Married to a Big Shot

"Yes, President Mo."

When Wei Zheng left, he gave Qiao Mianmian a worried look.

President Mo looked very angry.

For a while, don't quarrel with the young lady.

However, it is also normal for Mrs. Mo and his predecessor to make such news, and Mo always gets angry.

If you change to any man, you will not be too indifferent after seeing such news.

Especially, Mr. Mo cares so much about Mrs. Shao.

Instead of standing in the position of President Mo, he could not bear it.

Probably, you will be so angry that Su's bankruptcy will happen right away.

Think of this Su Ze is enough to die.

Before sending the young lady flowers, President Mo was very angry.

Now, he even made such a proposal to the young lady in public on the street.

It can be said that it is quite dead.

This time, it is estimated that it really angered President Mo.

Although, when he first told President Mo of this matter, President Mo had no expression on his face, he did not get angry, and he seemed calm...

However, he has been with Mozambique for many years, and it is too clear that in such a situation, the more silent, the more terrifying will erupt behind.

This Su Ze is destined to be cold.

After Wei Zheng left, he gently took the office door.

When he was gone, Mo Yesi raised his finger at Qiao Mianmian and motioned her to move closer.

The air pressure on his body was too low, and his eyes were too cold. Although it seemed indistinguishable from usual, the whole person showed a cold indifference of "Do not get close to others".

For a time, Qiao Mianmian dared not approach him.

She stood there for a few seconds.

It was these few seconds that made the eyes of the man's eyes colder.

The breath of "Don't be close to others" on his body was even stronger.

It was so intense that for a moment, Qiao Mianmian wanted to turn around and escape from the office.

Seeing that she was standing still, Mo Yesi reached out and dragged her into her arms forcibly.

Qiao Mianmian yelled, hitting his head on his sturdy chest, and was forced to sit on his lap by being pressed.

Before she lifted her head, there was a low voice above her head: "Where did you go today?"

"What are you doing before coming to me?"

There was a hint of danger hidden in the man's seemingly calm voice.

Qiao Mianmian heard it, she struggled twice, and frowned, shouting softly, "Mo Yesi, you let me go."

The man's arm was like a soldering iron, tightly wrapped around her waist.

The strength was so great that she was going to cut off her waist.

She was very uncomfortable.

"Baby, you haven't answered me yet." Mo Yeji reached out and squeezed her jaw, using some force to force her to raise her head to look at him, and no emotion could be heard in the cold voice. "Before you come to Mo's, you go Where is it? What did you do?"

"Mo Yesi."

Although he didn't exert much effort, Qiao Mianmian was still sore and wrinkled, and his eyes were a little red. He bit his lips and glared at him angrily. "Release, bastard, you hurt me. "

Seeing that her eyes were red, Mo Yesi seemed to be awake, and her full anger instantly disappeared.

The arm around her waist loosened a little, but she was still overbearing and strong around her, not completely loosened.

"Answer my question, Mianmian." The man is persistent on this question and repeats again, "Where did you go before?"

"Mo Yesi, did you see my dark material?"

Qiao Mianmian stared at him for a few seconds, and crossed his mind with a guess and asked directly.