Love Report: My Dear Mr.Qin

Su Mo stopped and turned his head.

"No, no! I'll go to the bathroom. I just drank too much soybean milk and couldn't help it!"

While making excuses, he covered his stomach and pretended to pee.

Everyone focused on the two protagonists in the living room and expressed deep sympathy for Su Mo, but there was nothing they could do.

After all... Not everyone can enjoy the breakfast made by Qin Yang himself.

With a stiff head, Su Mo gave everyone in the room the look for help, but the response was ignored, so she was desperate.

Sitting at the table, looking at the bowl of dark batter in front of her, Su Mo was sad.

"Can you stop eating? I'm full!"

"What do you say?"

The cold three words blocked all Su Mo's refusal words. When she picked up the chopsticks, she could feel her hands trembling.

The housekeeper standing aside took a breath. If you eat this bowl... Will it kill people? Would you like to call an ambulance or something first?

Watching Su Mo pick up chopsticks, close his eyes, feed things into his mouth, and then swallow them.

Other people are concentrating on observing Su Mo's expression and behavior. Once there is any abnormality, they will naturally call the emergency number.

Unexpectedly, nothing happened. Su Mo ate the food in the bowl one by one, as if he had lost his sense of taste.

Qin Yang frowned and looked at the woman's behavior.

He clearly knew that the food he cooked was terrible, but what did Su Mo mean by doing so?

Standing up, he directly took the food the woman was eating, and his eyes fell on the black thing. Qin Yang moved his eyes away.

"Don't eat if it tastes bad! Housekeeper, go and pour it for me!"

The next scene was even more shocking. Su Mo also stood up and looked straight at Qin Yang's black eyes.

"How could it be? It turns out that you are hiding! Although the sales are a little different, the taste is really good!"

Su Mo's very sincere eyes moved everyone at the scene. The servants and the housekeeper looked at Qin Yang with admiration. It turned out that their family was crouching tiger, hidden dragon.

Indeed, Su Mo ate seriously, so no one doubted her. Qin Yang also had a trace of confidence. Holding hope, he directly picked up chopsticks and fed things into his mouth.

About seconds later, Qin Yang's face was gloomy and rushed into the bathroom.

Su Mo burst into laughter, but then he picked up the water cup next to him and gulped for several times before he stopped.

She grabbed her bag and ran towards the door, waving her hand in the air twice.

The girl's laughter still lingered in their memories. Qin Yang's eyes were cold and had come out of the bathroom. There are still one or two drops of water left in the corners of the mouth.

Looking at the half bowl of noodles left on the table, Qin Yang silently swore in his heart that he would never cook again! Looking around, I didn't see the originator.

"Madam should have gone to work!"

The housekeeper timely reminded Qin Yang, and then stood aside in good order, waiting for orders.

"Run away? Hehe, look how long she can hide! I don't believe she won't come back!"

While dragging his casual coat, Qin Yang walked upstairs, leaving a room full of confused servants and a bowl of black things.

Both protagonists disappeared, leaving a supporting role.

Everyone looked at the bowl of dark batter on the table curiously. They wanted to know whether it was as delicious as Su Mo said or as bad as Qin Yang showed.

They all scrambled to pour this bowl of batter. About three or two people had tasted it. The taste stimulated the taste cells on the tip of the tongue.

Su Mo arrived at the company, returned to his seat and continued to deal with the plan that he had not finished yesterday.

Across a glass door, an Qingyang's eyes fell on Su Mo's quiet side face. Outside another glass door, the female assistant's eyes also fell on an Qingyang's side face.

The female assistant has hinted at an Qingyang more than once, which has no effect. She smiled at herself.

Maybe that day, she was just a tool to alleviate the physiological needs of an Qingyang. After su Mo became the second assistant, the female assistant heard the name and knew whose substitute she was.

The telephone on Su Mo's desk rang.

"Hello, I'm the assistant of president an. What can I do for you?"

Naturally, she learned how to be an assistant. Su Mo answered the phone calmly.

"Hello, is this Miss Su Mo?"

"Yes!"

"I'm at the door of the lobby downstairs of the company. There's an express that you need to sign for!"

After receiving the call, Su Mo was very confused. She came to work the next day, and she didn't remember buying things. Where did the express come from?

"Are you sure this is for me?"

"The address, telephone number and name can be right. It should be... Given to you by your lover. Please come down quickly and sign for it. I have other express deliveries to send!"

The express brother was already urging her. It was not easy to delay. He just nodded with an Qingyang and hurried to the lobby on the first floor.

Sure enough, out of the revolving door, an express boy stood at the door, holding a large handful of roses in his hand.

Only this person exists, and the sign on the express brother is very obvious. Su Mo went straight to ask about the situation.

However, the little brother who sent the express didn't disclose any information, or he didn't know anything at all. He just handed the flowers to Su Mo and asked her to sign for it, so he hurried away.

Looking at the end of the car, Su Mo held a large handful of red roses. The breeze lifted a wisp of fine hair in front of her forehead and was messy in the wind.

The smell of roses gradually spread to the olfactory cells and gradually filled the mind.

The color like a flame instantly drowned Su Mo's reason and stayed in place for about two minutes before slowly turning back to the company hall.

The more serious the working atmosphere is, the more gossip will appear. This newly hired assistant to the general manager looks very ordinary, but... It has been favored by the general manager.

And I received a big bunch of roses on the second day of work.

What is the flower language of roses? About everyone knows it very clearly. Roses represent men's courtship to women.

Men and women in formal clothes, all eyes stay on the bouquet of bright roses, and then the envy and jealousy in women's eyes show up one by one.

Always thinking about who sent this bunch of flowers, Su Mo didn't feel the eyes of the people around her. She was snow-white with bright red, which was more dazzling.

The makeup painted to cover up the pallor has become the focus of the crowd today.

Holding flowers into the elevator, Su Mo was a little uncomfortable all over.