President spoils the dark wife

In the dry and cold air, scattered fallen leaves made a circle in the air and fell.

The dusk darkened and the wind became colder.

Mo Yiran went back to the company to deal with some matters, and then asked the employees to go back from work for the holidays in advance.

It's rare that ah Qing didn't wash away first this time. He dallied abnormally to the end.

"Why, have something to tell me?"

Mo Yiran was packing up when he saw that everyone was gone, and the boy was still grinding haw's clothes.

So he asked directly.

Ah Qing zipped up his down jacket and smiled, "I can't hide anything from my sister."

"You are too obvious." Mo Yiran glanced at him.

The boy took out a shopping paper bag from his cabinet and put it on the table in front of Mo Yiran.

Ranran raised her eyebrows and looked at the boy unclean.

The young man has beautiful eyes, red lips and white teeth. A pair of clear big eyes narrowed slightly because of his smile.

He flattered and pushed the gift in the direction of Mo Yiran, saying: "my sister is elegant, intellectual and beautiful. It is natural to receive gifts during the holidays. This new Color Lip Glaze of Armani shows the skin color and is most suitable for my sister's white skin."

"Why, what are you doing?" Mo Yiran looked at the small paper bag and smiled.

Ah Qing blinked and his smile became more and more bright: "sister, I want to take a week off."

"Please again? You know you've been busy lately."

Mo Yiran frowns slightly.

The young man bowed his head slightly and looked wronged: "I know..."

Seeing that the teenager was ready to sell again, she could guess what ah Qing would say next.

It's not this aunt's breast cancer. It's the second cancer of her husband.

Mo Yiran shook his head and sighed helplessly, "I can give you leave, but ah Qing, you're here to work, not to take a holiday. Asking for leave for three or two days is not a matter. You can weigh it yourself."

The boy's head hung lower, the black ink hair moved, and the bangs covered his eyes.

"Go quickly, and come back as soon as you're done." Mo Yiran's fingers knocked on the marble table, and his slender fingers lifted the small paper bag on the table and put it firmly in front of the boy.

"If you take away the gift, I won't be down to a child."

Seeing Mo Yiran's release, the boy immediately raised a smile on his face, raised his head happily and said, "thank you, sister. I'll come back as soon as possible! Take this gift as a Christmas gift. Sister, I'll go first!"

After ah Qing said that, without giving Mo Yiran a chance to refute, he picked up his things and rushed out of the door.

"Slow down and don't fall!"

Yiran shook her head, looked at the lipstick bag, then threw the bag into his previous shopping bag and left the company.

When we arrived at the restaurant for the appointment, it was already 6 p.m.

The appointment time is five forty.

She was twenty minutes late.

As soon as Mo Yiran entered the restaurant door, he saw Shao Zhuangyi's impatient face.

But the moment Shao Zhuangyi saw himself, the spring breeze immediately brushed his face.

"I'm sorry, aunt. There's a traffic jam on the road. I'm late. I've kept you waiting."

Mo Yiran goes to the table and sits opposite Shao Zhuangyi.

This is a Malaysian Restaurant. The overall decoration is mainly dark red. The style is very distinctive and unconventional.

Shao Zhuangyi was wearing a very exaggerated fur, and the makeup on his face was a little thick.

With precious jewelry in hand, Gucci's bag was put aside.

This dress reminds Mo Yiran of Baisheng smoke again.

I remember a time when Bai Shengyan broke up with Yan binwei. He was nervous and liked to dress up like a lady every day.

But also like to swagger through the market

"It doesn't matter. I asked you. It's too sudden."

Shao Zhuangyi said with a smile. When he saw the shopping bag put on the table by Yiran, his smile suddenly brightened.

"Oh, you child, you're coming. What gifts do you bring? Really."

He said so, but he couldn't hide his joy at all.

Don't dye your hair, gift?

Looking down Shao Zhuangyi's line of sight, he is seeing his shopping bag.

It was the perfume she bought in the afternoon, and it was the Christmas gift that she was going to give to Bai Sheng Yan and Jing Mo Wen.

But in this scene, she can't say anything.

Anyway, these things can be bought in the mall. Just buy them later.

So he raised a smile and pushed one of the shopping bags with perfume into Shao Zhuangyi's face. "Is it not Christmas today?" he said. "It's time to take some gifts and get ready to give them away. My aunt asked me to dinner, and this is late again, and it's natural to apologize."

Shao Zhuangyi looked at the perfume shopping bag that he had dyed and pushed, and his eyes quietly took another look at him. He didn't dye his Prada shopping bag near his hand.

But he still took the paper bag and smiled, "it's bothering you to dye."

All Shao Zhuangyi's expressions were dyed to the bottom of his eyes.

The woman frowned and said nothing.

Greedy, greedy, dissatisfied, there will be no good results.

Mo Yiran has no shame.

It's not for you, it's just for your face.

"Yiran, let's see what to eat and order."

Shao Zhuangyi handed over the menu.

Mo Yiran looked at it and was not polite. Anyway, he must have paid for it himself, so he ordered a few things he liked.

Then he handed the menu back to Shao Zhuangyi.

After ordering the dishes, Shao Zhuangyi said, "Yiran, I heard that you run your own company? It's very powerful."

Hearing the speech, don't use Ranran to restrain his eyes, so he makes a sad sigh: "It's hard. Apart from sleeping every day, the rest of the time is working. Every day I think about whether I can get a salary this month and how much money I have to earn to maintain the cost. I'm afraid every day that I'm afraid of a crisis and betray everyone's trust in me. If something happens, others can panic. Only I have to pretend to be calm."

As he spoke, Mo Yiran quietly raised his eyes to pay attention to Shao Zhuangyi's reaction.

Sure enough, Shao Zhuangyi's face became more and more ugly.

Today, the purpose of Shao Zhuangyi's appointment is to find out his reality.

See if you are useful and can bring benefits to her.

Outside the window, the snow had cleared up. Only a row of Wutong trees still had snow, falling from time to time.

The cold wind blew, and the branches of Wutong tree shook.

Don't touch the teacup with dye's hand, lift it up and take a sip.

Shao Zhuangyi on the opposite side is still smiling, but he has been a lot colder.

"To dye..."

She spoke, and her tone was not as good as before.

Mo Yiran sent someone to check Shao Zhuangyi. She knew that this woman was impatient and made decisions very quickly and ruthlessly.

If there is no use value, it will be abandoned immediately.

Mo Yiran had no intention of talking nonsense with Shao Zhuangyi. She came to the appointment just to see what she wanted to do.

Now it seems that nine times out of ten, he advised himself to leave on his own initiative.

"You said."

Mo Yiran smiled indifferently, drank a cup of tea and looked at the woman opposite.