President spoils the dark wife

It's cold in January.

Because it is near the new year, I am also very busy, no matter who it is.

Mo Yiran runs around, and Jing mowen often shuttles around the airport. Even Cui Liji, who used to skip classes and make trouble in the past, obeyed because of the coming of the big exam.

Han Dao and Yuan Nuo haven't been looking for trouble for a long time. Mo Yutong, who fled together in the United States but slipped away halfway, hasn't heard from him.

Bai Shengyan has been busy with the company this month. It is said that he seems to have been plotted by someone. He is very busy.

As for Yan binwei, the drunkenness happened between the two people. Although everyone is still friendly on the surface, they have no contact anymore. The last time Mo Yiran met him was at Cui biejun's wedding.

Finally, Qin Yu.

Since she learned that he was not dead in the United States, she knew nothing else.

She was waiting for him to find herself, so she did not investigate or accept the information investigated by anyone.

However, after so long, there was no news at all.

Sure enough, she was too amorous.

The woman stirred the coffee in her hand and laughed at herself.

She took out her cell phone and looked at the time. It was already four o'clock in the afternoon.

Today is new year's Eve. Mo Yiran gave his employees a holiday very early.

Most of the employees of jingmowen company have left, but jingmowen still stays in the company.

Mo Yiran took his bag, went to the counter of the coffee shop, bought a Matcha thousand layers and took it away.

Although Jing mowen has a tough mouth, she will eat everything she brings.

Mo Yiran knows that Jing mowen doesn't like sweets, but he can't resist Matcha. It's really treacherous.

At this point, Jing mowen has been working all day. Later, he will go back to Jing's house for new year's Eve dinner. Now just eat a small cake to cushion his stomach.

I drove to Jing mowen's company. It was very smooth all the way.

The whole city seems to have experienced a zombie attack, empty and cold.

On the way through the most prosperous city center, there are still people, but tomorrow's Spring Festival will only be more cold?

At the downstairs of Jing mowen's company, the security is still very good, but it is not as strict as usual.

Mo Yi Ran to the building. He thought he would see the conscientious HuaQuan and Jing mowen, the flower crazy little secretary who likes gossip. However, he was quiet and there was no one.

Just walked a few steps, but behind him came the sound of high heels.

Mo Yiran thought it was the gossip secretary, turned around and saw an unexpected face.

"Why are you?"

Mo Yiran looked at this face and frowned fiercely.

The woman opposite is wearing a professional suit, but in her early twenties.

This face, how to say, is good-looking, but Mo Yiran always feels that something is missing.

"Miss Mo, long time no see."

Jiang Cheng is a little embarrassed to see Mo Yiran, as if he has completely forgotten the previous entanglement with Jing mowen in the office and was bumped into by Mo Yiran.

The woman's big clear eyes narrowed slightly because of her smile. The whole face was warm and gentle, as if she wouldn't lose her temper.

Although he was wearing a sharp suit, he was not hard at all. He had a small face, white and ruddy.

The whole person is very charming. When I smile, I feel pity at first sight.

Mo Yiran nodded. He remembered his gaffe at first sight. He was annoyed, but he didn't show it.

Her eyebrows stretched out. She smiled at Jiang orange. "I remember you're from the personnel department. It seems that you're called Jiang orange?"

"Miss Mo has a good memory. I still remember my little employee, but Miss Mo, I'm the president's secretary now."

Jiang Cheng's smile deepened again, but his dyed eyes were gloomy.

But just for a moment, she resumed her smile, slightly with a trace of Yin cold: "really? Jing mowen changed his secretary, I don't know."

Jiang Cheng was frightened by Mo Yiran's smile. His hand holding coffee trembled slightly, but his face remained silent. He still smiled and said, "the company is busy near the festival. President Xu is too busy to ignore Miss mo. Miss Mo should be more considerate."

Mo Yiran sneered: "really? Take this in and give it to him. I'll go."

Then he slipped the cake into Jiang orange's hand and left with a big step.

Jiang orange looked at the back of the woman leaving. The harmless faces of people and animals smiled with medlar. His light, clear eyes were half narrowed and dark.

"Stupid woman."

The cold words came out of the girl's mouth, which made people cold behind her.

Turn around and walk to Jing mowen's office. There is another warm spring breeze on his beautiful little face.

"Dong Dong Dong."

There was a knock at the door.

Jing mowen is answering a phone call. The other party is a very stubborn old school and has always hated Jing mowen.

In his opinion, all Jing mowen's achievements are not young and promising, but rely on Jing's support and luck.

It happened that Jing mowen offended this man for a while, so he was very upset.

The tone of voice was polite, but the handsome face was cold.

This smelly old man!

"Mr. Jing, this is orange. May I come in?"

There was a girl's weak inquiry outside the door, which made people feel pity. Even the greatest anger would be extinguished.

Jing mowen frowned, moved his mobile phone and said "come in" at the door, and then continued to talk to each other.

Jiang Cheng came in with coffee and saw Jing mowen on the phone. Knowing that he was in a bad mood, he silently put his coffee on Jing mowen's table.

Jing mowen felt that Jiang Cheng's proximity was an obstacle. At the same time, because what he talked to the smelly old man needed to be kept secret, he got up and went to the French window.

Jiang orange remained calm, turned his eyes slightly, shook his hand, and the coffee overturned with a bang.

"Ah!"

The girl screamed. Jing mowen was startled. Looking back, she found that the coffee had been turned over on Jiang orange's white and tender hand. Under the coffee stain, it was already red. It was painful to look at it.

"Oh, Mr. Jing seems very busy over there. I won't bother. We'll discuss it another day!"

The old man on the other end of the phone said coldly with a trace of irony, and then hung up the phone in chagrin.

"No, i... hello? Hello!"

Jing mowen was about to say something, but found that the other party had hung up the phone and gnashed his teeth angrily.

"Damn it!"

The man was angry and wanted to kick the giant doll bear next to him.

But suddenly I remembered that it was sent by Mo Yiran. His eyebrows and eyes were fierce, his feet turned fiercely, and kicked over the landscape tree.

The loud bang made Jiang orange tremble.

"Sorry, Mr. Jing, it's all my fault..."

The girl's soft voice came into his ears. Jing mowen looked back and found that the girl's hand was red and swollen, but he quietly hid behind him. His thin shoulders were trembling slightly because of fear, and his eyes were slightly red.

Looking at the girl's obvious grievance, she tried not to shed tears.

In a trance, Jing mowen seemed to see the man in his memory again, and his anger fell down.