Mysterious president, get away from me!

Maybe it's because you like him. This sentence circulated several times between Shen Jinqi's lips and teeth, but he didn't say it in the end. He took a look at the tissue in her hand, which had been soaked with tears. He reluctantly pulled the corner of his lip and simply stuffed the whole carton into her arms.

He said in a warm voice, "cry. If you cry, you will feel comfortable."

Mo Ling quickly pulled several paper towels and wiped the tears on her face. She said in a low voice, "if you don't cry, I won't shed tears for that bastard. He's too irresponsible. He's gone. What can Xi Chen do?"

Even if the heart is still uncomfortable, eyes or inexplicable want to cry, she did not allow herself to be weak.

Xichen now has only her. If she continues to be so weak and incompetent, how can she protect her children? If pan Xiangning doesn't get rid of it, she and her children will live in danger. She must be strong and take the responsibility of protecting them.

After a moment, she wiped away her tears. Although her eyes were red, they were clear and resolute. She turned to look at Shen Jinqi, "Mr. Shen, thank you for helping me out just now. I'm fine."

"You're fine." Shen Jinqi smiles.

Just then, the assistant came back panting and handed the new suit to Mo Ling. Shen Jinqi got off the car with a gentlemanly manner and said, "change your clothes in the car."

"Well, thank you."

There is a film on the glass of the car. People outside the car can't see clearly what's inside, but people inside the car can see clearly what's outside. Maureen sees that his back is facing the car and there is no one else in the parking place. However, she still feels uncomfortable changing clothes in public.

She quickly changed her clothes, then put the dirty clothes and shoes into a paper bag, straightened her hair, opened the door and got out of the car with a slight hot cheek.

Mo Ling went to Shen Jinqi, stroked his clothes and showed an uncomfortable smile, "I'm going to sign a contract with the customer, so I won't delay your time."

Shen Jinqi's gentle eyes moved on her for a moment, and suddenly he said with a smile, "the tag is still there, do you want to hang it to see the customer?"

"I almost forgot." Mo Ling was embarrassed and found a stainless steel folding knife from her briefcase.

"Do you still have this with you?" Shen Jinqi chuckled and took the knife from her hand. "Turn around, I'll help you get rid of it."

Mo Ling originally wanted to let the assistant help her, but he took the knife away, had to turn around, casually replied, "self-defense."

"You are going to talk business, not to fight with others. What's your defense?" Shen Jinqi joked, holding the tag with his fingers and cutting it with a knife.

Mo Ling droops Mou, light way, "used to."

Five years ago, after running away from Mu's house, she developed the habit of carrying a knife with her. She didn't feel safe and didn't dare to go to bed at night. Everywhere she walked, she felt that someone was staring at her. She was afraid of strangers and felt that they would hurt her at any time. For this reason, she also received psychological treatment for a long time. Later, she broke through her psychological barriers, but retained the habit of carrying a knife.

"All right." Shen Jinqi folded the knife and gave it to her. He said with a meaningful smile, "sharp weapons hurt people. They can hurt others as well as themselves. Be careful when using them."

"I see. I'm going. Goodbye. " Maureen also laughed at him, then called on the assistant, rushed to sign a contract with the customer.

Shen Jinqi's hands are inserted in her trouser pocket at will. Her deep eyes stay on her back for a moment, and her lips are slightly raised.

He appreciates a strong and independent woman. He thought, he is very satisfied with this marriage partner.

"Mr. Mo, Mr. Mo?" Assistant Lydia found that their brilliant and capable president Mo was not quite right today. Since signing a contract with a client and returning to the company, she has been wandering around the world carelessly.

"Ah? What? " Mo Ling suddenly recovered and found that all the department managers in the meeting room were staring at him with bright eyes.

Lydia coughed and reminded her, "the cooperation plan with Huian group has been submitted to you. Do you have any questions?"

Mo Ling roughly looked through the previous cooperation plan. She had seen the contents before. There was no problem, but she added a few new clauses. She couldn't calm down for a moment. After thinking about it, she said, "I'll put the cooperation plan here first, and I'll make a decision after I've read it. Is there anything else? "

Everyone shook their heads one after another. Mo Ling closed the document and said, "well, today's meeting will be over here. Let's finish. We've worked hard."

When the crowd dispersed, only Maureen and Lydia were left in the conference room. Maureen leaned back in her chair, pinched her eyebrows with her fingers, and her face was slightly tired.

Lydia said with concern, "Mr. Mo, do you have something on your mind?"

"Nothing." Maureen looked up at her and said with a smile, "I'm not in good shape today. It's bothering you."

"It's very kind of you. That's what I should do. Mr. Mo, it's time to leave work. Go home early and have a rest. "

Maureen nodded, "OK."

Lydia laughed. "I'll go out to work first."

"Go ahead."

The empty conference room was so quiet that Mo Ling put her right hand on her chest and felt her heart beat. She was very tired.

The sense of emptiness, which surged like the tide, wrapped her tightly. As soon as she thought that the person was no longer in the world, she felt dull pain in her heart. She didn't understand why she was like this. She didn't care about him.

Mo Ling stands in front of the window, looking at the busy streets downstairs. Pedestrians are in a hurry. The watch on her wrist and the second hand are spinning. Time is passing by. It's time to get off work. The employees outside are leaving one by one. She should also go to the kindergarten to pick up the children.

At present, faced with another major problem, how should she tell Xi Chen about the death of Mu Chenhan?

From the company to the kindergarten, and then from the kindergarten to the home, such a long distance, Maureen still did not think about how to speak.

As the car was about to enter the villa area, Xichen's black eyes suddenly looked at her and said, "Auntie, are you worried today? Why don't you talk all the time? "

Through the rearview mirror, Mo Ling saw his innocent and lovely little face. His heart was sour and painful, but he still had to smile on his face. He pretended to be normal and said, "no, aunt is just a little tired."