My first love with the boss

Mu Wan didn't dare to let Mo Jianxing wait more, so he trotted to Mo Jianxing.

The ink gradually became dignified, and the clouds opened a little, and the rain stopped.

He took a deep look at Mu Wan and opened his thin lips: "Miss mu, follow closely. If you are like this, I'm afraid it's not easy to find it in the crowd."

Mu Wan's eyes widened in amazement. Is this saying that she is a passer-by?

There was a little disbelief in her heart.

President Mo Da, it was me, a passer-by, who slept with you!

However, Mu Wan knew that she was not as spineful as she thought. She could almost be sure that what was forced to happen was the inverse scale of ink gradually. If she dared to speak indiscriminately, all her previous hard work would be in vain.

She loosened her slightly clenched fist and her face was calm.

"OK, Mr. Mo, I'll keep up. I won't give you any trouble."

Mu Wan's reaction was too calm, just like that night. Inexplicably, Mo gradually became hot and dry. He frowned, stopped talking, turned and walked gracefully to the car, crossed the road, looked for a car, got on the car, with a handsome posture and finished at one go.

When he got on the bus and didn't see Mu Wan, he was stunned to find that Mu Wan didn't catch up.

There is a small flame flickering in the heart of the gradually moving ink, that woman!

Who said just now that he would follow closely?

He looked up and looked back, but he saw that Mu Wan was still on the side of the road, blocked by traffic and couldn't come over.

Ink gradually goes: "..."

For a moment, he doubted that he was moved by her temperament? Will choose to stand firmly by her side? Put her in charge of such a big advertising case of his company?

He reluctantly took a deep breath, got off the bus decisively, walked a few steps to the side of the road, and glanced at Mu Wan, who was looking at the traffic flow from left to right.

Mu Wan's face was anxious. His eyes ran down a speeding car and hit the deep eyes of Mo gradually.

She opened her mouth and wanted to say, I can explain this

However, she could say nothing but politely show a guilty smile.

Mo gradually walked. There were fewer cars over there. He walked towards the road with long legs. He skillfully avoided a car and walked a few steps to Mu Wan's side. There was more traffic.

Mu Wan widened his eyes and couldn't help holding his forehead.

That was it.

When Mo gradually walked past, it was as if this was an empty road. She just lagged behind Mo gradually and was inserted in front of her by a car.

When she walked around the car from the other side, the traffic suddenly increased and didn't stop until just now.

Now Mo is coming, and there are fewer cars. It's still less from him

Mu Wan: "

A saying came out of her mind: when people are unlucky, drinking cold water will plug their teeth.

Similarly, God and Buddha can't stop people when they have great luck.

This is a true portrayal of her and Mo Jianxing.

She is the unlucky one. The ink is gradually shining, just like the son of luck.

Mo gradually stood in front of Mu Wan, and his eyebrows seemed to be locked by a lock.

Mu Wan whispered, "I'm sorry, thank you for coming to me."

I can't tell why, Mo gradually became discouraged. "Miss mu, you can't even cross the road?"

As soon as Mu Wan's heart is tight, is she disgusted that she is a fool?

She silently looked at the ink gradually, and her brain was running at a high speed. How could she be smarter in front of the gold Lord?

With a silent sigh, she opened her mouth and said a self mockery calmly.

"Maybe I'm too good-looking to keep people at the airport?"

The ink gradually went, and the little flame in the chest just now magically disappeared.

"Miss Mu! Can't you see that you have the talent to tell jokes?" Mo gradually looked at Mu Wan with a smile.

Mu Wan smiled briefly. "After more contact, you will know that my business ability is also good."

"OK, I'll see!"

Mu Wan's heart relaxed.

The traffic stopped gradually, and the ink gradually went. He looked at Mu Wan silently, with a warning in his eyes.

Mu Wan naturally interpreted that look as: keep up, lose it again this time, you look good!

In her heart, she kept up with Mo's gradual steps until she crossed the road smoothly and got to the side of the car smoothly.

Mo gradually got on the car in a handsome posture, looked at the front and said solemnly: "get on the car."

Mu Wan looked at the front passenger and the back. A trace of entanglement flashed on his face. Finally, he bit his teeth, loosened his hand holding the back door, sat on the front passenger and fastened his seat belt silently.

When she was a child, she met a client and elder with her father.

My father said that the back seat is for distinguished guests or elders. If your identity is higher than that of the driver, there is no problem sitting in the back seat.

However, if your status is lower than that of the other party or the same generation, you'd better sit in the passenger seat, so that you can get closer to the other party and appear more respectful, because if you sit in the back seat, it's not convenient for you to speak, and the other party looks like a driver.

Of course, this is a conventional etiquette. If someone is uncomfortable or used to being a co driver, it's another matter. Everything should be based on the other party's comfort.

This is the social etiquette given to her by her father. Although it was rarely used later, Mu Wan always remembered it.

From the inner point of view, she has some embarrassment and instinctive alienation from Mo gradually.

But from a business point of view, Mo Jianxing is her gold Lord. She ate the bear heart and leopard courage and dared not let Mo Jianxing be her driver.

The ink gradually went and the corners of his lips were slightly raised. This time, he finally didn't say anything and slowly started the car.

The car quickly drove out of the airport and got on the airport expressway. Mo gradually asked:

"Where are you going?"

Mu Wan frowned slightly. She asked for leave today. She should have gone home, but instinctively didn't want Mo Jianxing to know where she lived.

She thought for a moment and whispered, "I want to go back to the company. I'm not on the same road with mo. when I get to the city, please let me down where I can take a taxi."

The ink gradually became dark like the eyes of the night, looked at her without emotion, and looked at the front: "company address!"

"Mr. Mo, I really don't need it. Your time is very precious. I'll be very sorry for wasting your time."

Mo gradually turned a sharp corner calmly and skillfully.

"Miss mu, my time is very precious, so can you not let me say it again?"

"Er?" Mu Wan was stunned.

"Company address!" Mo Jianxing said again, in a bad tone.

Mu Wan was silent and quickly reported an address.

Mo gradually nodded and didn't speak again.

Silence ferments in a narrow space.

Mu Wan just relaxed, and his nerves tightened up again soon.

The atmosphere between her and Mo is always so strange. The pores of her body are nervous and ready to deal with all kinds of brain twists at any time.

Mo Jianxing is a complex problem. She could have avoided it, but she still plunged into the problem sea.