Love Report: My Dear Mr.Qin

"I don't have much time to brag with you now. I have to go to work later! A butt of debt is killing me!"

Su Mo took a long breath and felt the hardship of life.

"Your husband is a billionaire president. You told me that debt would kill you!"

In a tone of disdain, Yaozi enjoyed the quiet time now, slept until noon and stretched his waist.

While talking with Su Mo, she turned her eyes to the messy sheets. Just looking at the bedroom, she could infer how fierce it was last night.

Qin manganese needed to go to work, so he got up early. In the morning, they couldn't help being gentle again.

After listening to his best friend's words for a long time, he didn't say a word to the point, so he gave an ultimatum.

"I'll give you one last chance. You quickly explain to me what happened last night!"

"What else could happen? You were drunk, drugged and taken away. Finally, when I found you, you rubbed against me, almost making me think there was something wrong with your sexual orientation!"

Hearing the unpleasant words, Su Mo almost wanted to find a crack to drill in.

"What happened later? How did I get back to the Qin family?"

More concerned about the future, Su Mo continued to ask.

"I'm calling for help! I'm a weak woman. How can I take you unconscious home? You're drugged and delirious. What if you accidentally do something to me?"

"Who did you call for help? It won't be..."

Su Mo already had a guess in his heart, and the situation last night was all connected into a line to form a complete picture. The guess was interrupted by the woman at the other end of the phone without completely saying it.

"Who else could it be, your husband? They took you away in a hurry and were drugged. Today they can go to work! It seems that your husband made a lot of efforts yesterday!"

"What Kung Fu?"

Only after he asked and got the answer did Su Mo feel regretful. Why did he ask Yaozi these questions.

"Hey, hey, when you're the antidote! Su Mo, you're also my best friend. Can you learn more from me? No matter how you don't get on the road and follow me, you can at least learn some!"

Like an adult teaching a child, Su Mo was speechless to his best friend. He said goodbye and hung up.

This call brought many answers, but it also brought questions.

So... Did Su Mo really have a relationship with Qin Yang last night?

But I don't feel the pain in my body. Is it that I haven't had that for too long, so I don't feel it?

Thinking, Su Mo blushed.

I worked hard all afternoon. In fact, I just sorted out documents and made forms.

The main contents of the form include an Qingyang's various meeting schedules, food, drink, accommodation and other private affairs.

After another assistant finished his task, Su Mo summarized it. As long as he thought about what to eat in the morning, what to eat at noon, what to eat at night and what to eat with meals.

I suddenly feel that being an assistant is not particularly difficult.

Su Mo excitedly listed all the contents, and then saved the document.

When it was time to get off work, all the staff went to dinner. Su Mo looked at the text message on his mobile phone and couldn't do anything.

[do you remember the contents of the wife's agreement? I'll make a spot check on time at o'clock today. Let me remind you that the point in the agreement is that you must go home before seven o'clock.]

It's already six o'clock. If you go home after dinner, you'll be... Late.

Su Mo hurriedly packed up his things and left in the direction of the exit with his handbag and high heels.

Coincidentally, an Qingyang suddenly appeared at the door at this time. And he was still blocked outside the door. Su Mo couldn't get in and out.

"Mr. an, I'm sorry. Please excuse me. That... I'm off work now and need to go home!"

An Qingyang looked at the worried expression on her face and intuitively felt that it was not just going home.

"Then I'll send you!"

"No, no, thank you, Mr. an. I can go back by myself!" she quickly rejected an Qingyang. Su Mo suddenly felt that the man in front of her made her a little upset.

The image of those gentle and modest gentlemen in the past collapsed in an instant, and Su Mo was burning.

The bus takes about minutes, and it takes ten minutes to walk after getting off the bus. It takes about five minutes to reach the downstairs of the company from the current position, so... There is not much time left for her now.

Really helpless, Su Mo can only answer an Qingyang's words and promise him to send himself home.

Men are polite all the way, reflecting the gentleman's demeanor. And occasionally talked about the past. After su Mo showed disgust, he immediately changed the topic.

After a while, the topic shifted back and brought up the past of the two people again.

Su Mo frowned and couldn't listen.

"Mr. an, people can't always live in the past! I think we should all look forward, not always recall the past!"

After saying this, Su Mo was surprised when he could say such philosophical words.

The man next to him didn't take it seriously on the surface, but his hand holding the steering wheel became tighter and tighter, his finger joints protruded, and even the outline of his face became colder and colder.

An Qingyang sneered in his heart. Don't live in the past? Who will avenge my sister? Who will be responsible for the destruction of his family?

After all the way speechless, the car stopped at the door of the villa, and the iron door didn't open.

Next to the French window of the study on the second floor, Qin Yang stood with a cup of hot tea in his hand and his right hand in his trouser pocket.

An Qingyang deliberately turned his eyes to the villa, then his eyes fell on Su Mo's face, and his hand slowly stretched out towards Su Mo's face.

Frowning, Su Mo was stunned by the sudden action, and then instinctively hid behind.

But an Qingyang didn't give up. His hand still touched her head and took down a white hair from Su Mo's hair. I don't know when it was stained.

Hold Mao in his hand and look at Su Mo gently.

Five seconds ago, Su Mo thought too much and looked at the white in the man's hand.

"Thank you!"

Spoiled shook his head. An Qingyang shook his hand into a fist and put it into his trouser pocket.

"I have a request. Can you stop calling me president an after work? If you have no other feelings for me now, at least we are still friends!"

These words can be regarded as speaking of Su Mo's heart. Looking at the other party's so sincere expression, he was slightly stunned.

In the sun, the girl's brilliant smile is so dazzling that it can be comparable to the sun.

Yes, at least I'm still a friend!

"Qing Yang, thank you!"

This is probably Su Mo's first sincere thanks, but he doesn't know the reason for it.

The conversation and laughter of men and women were completely printed into Qin Yang's eyes. The eyes were dark and choppy.