President spoils the dark wife

"All right, pack up and go out!"

Jing mowen waved impatiently.

Huachi's secretary went home for the new year, and HuaQuan was also on holiday. This Jiang orange is dedicated and knows everything. He transferred her temporarily.

But now it seems that even a coffee can't be served well.

He wanted to open her, but he didn't know how to open his mouth when he saw Jiang orange's face that was four or five times similar to the person in his memory, especially when he was wronged.

"Yes, Mr. Jing."

Jiang orange nodded happily like an amnesty and quickly cleaned up his desk.

After cleaning up, he was about to leave. After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, turned back and said respectfully to Jing mowen: "by the way, Mr. Jing, a young lady just sent me a cake for me to hand over. Do you need it?"

"Miss? Which Miss?"

Jing mowen sat back at his desk and asked carelessly while turning over the documents.

Jiang orange lifted the hair beside her ears, turned her eyes, narrowed her eyes and said, "it's a very beautiful lady. She left the cake and left."

"Throw it away." Jing mowen opened his mouth coldly without thinking. He didn't want to know who the young lady in Jiang Chengkou was.

It's just some flower maniacs playing holiday cards.

"I hate sweets most. Pay attention next time. Don't dare to accept anything sent by no three or four people."

"OK." Jiang Cheng smiled more. "Mr. Jing, can I eat this cake? I'm a little hungry, hee hee."

The girl's head tilted slightly, and an embarrassed smile appeared on her pretty face.

Jing mowen gave a cold "um", and didn't even lift his head.

"Thank you, Mr. Jing!" Jiang Cheng bowed happily, but disdained in his heart.

Jing mowen, you will be in my bag sooner or later!

As soon as I turned around, my smile froze on my face.

"Mo, Mo, Miss Mo..."

When Jiang Cheng saw Mo Yiran leaning against the door, his whole face turned white.

When did she stand here? How much did you hear just now?

Jing mowen heard the sound and looked up, but he saw a light smile on his face. Mo Yiran, who leaned lazily by the door, caught a gentle smile between his cold eyebrows and eyes: "Ranran, you're coming."

Mo Yi dyed tight the tight fitting and was laughed at by Bai Shengyan more than once. He looked up like a centipede's fur, smiled at Jiang orange faintly, and Jiang orange shed a cold sweat on his forehead.

With Ran's eyes, he glanced at Jiang orange, straightened up, crossed her, stepped on high-heeled shoes, and walked slowly to Jing mowen's side.

When passing Jiang orange, Mo Yiran has a fragrance floating over her body. She doesn't feel pungent, but feels elegant. It makes people feel in a trance that she is at the dawn of summer, making her impetuous heart quiet.

As she walked along, the woman said, "I heard you're going to throw the cake I sent? I heard I'm no three no four?"

Jing mowen was stunned. He looked at his Jiang orange with his back to him and recalled what she had just said about the cake.

The eyebrows and eyes were suddenly cold.

While pulling Mo Yiran to his lap and sitting, he held the woman and gently patted her on the back to show comfort. At the same time, he said coldly to Jiang Orange: "Jiang orange? What's going on!"

Jiang orange shook, and the coffee cup in his hand didn't hold steady. "Pa" fell to the ground and split.

"General manager, President, I......"

Jiang Cheng was about to explain, but was interrupted by Mo Yiran: "all right, you clean up and go home for the new year. If you're hungry, take the cake."

When Jiang Cheng hears the speech, he looks up and sees Mo Yiran looking at him with a light smile, as if he was not angry.

Just like last time.

Why did she react like this?

Under normal circumstances, shouldn't you be mad?

Could it be that she doesn't care if Jing mowen is loyal to her?

Jiang orange collected his eyes. He wanted to find a hole in the ground, but his heart suddenly calmed down.

If so, why doesn't she take a risk?

Thinking of this, the girl's eyes turned red and said wrongfully, "Miss Mo, I, I don't have a home... I didn't say you sent the cake just now, but I hope the president can work a little longer. If the president knows that you sent the cake, the president will leave, then there will be only orange in the whole company... Orange knows he is selfish, I'm sorry..."

The girl's wronged appearance really makes people can't bear to scold her.

But Jing mowen is not a good man. He is holding out his hand to Jiang orange. His gloomy face is angry: "you did wrong! You..."

"Girls are timid. It's not a big deal. Then you can stay and work a little more. Huh?"

Halfway through Jing mowen's words, Mo Yiran stretched out his hand, grabbed the man's wrist and interrupted him with a smile.

Jing mowen looked at Mo Yiran in disbelief and lowered his voice. He gnashed his teeth in Mo Yiran's ear and said, "are you crazy!"

Mo Yiran also lowered his voice, smiled and said with some anger: "anyway, you didn't intend to go. Work is the most important. I'll go first and go with you to pay New Year's greetings to your grandmother tomorrow."

Seeing that they had not moved for a long time, Jiang orange quietly opened his eyes and looked at the past, but found that they were whispering. He didn't know what he was talking about, and frowned.

"OK, you're busy first. I'll go."

Mo Yiran was getting up, but he saw the watch in Jing mowen's hand. He just looked familiar and asked, "did you buy it?"

"Didn't you send it?" Jing mowen almost rolled his eyes.

"I sent it?"

Mo Yiran raised his eyebrows and thought deeply.

"All right, you have to go. Hurry up. I don't want you to stay and get in the way!" Jing mowen deliberately glanced at Mo Yiran.

I thought Mo Yiran would be angry, but I didn't think this woman deserved to be very refreshing.

A lady in fur turned and walked, shaking the car key on her finger. Her pace was light and her tone was slow: "that's what you said. Don't regret Jing mowen. Then you'll be naked and chase me for eight blocks. I won't take care of you!"

"You!"

Seeing Mo Yiran's natural and unrestrained, Jing mowen stood up with an angry slap on the table. His angry skull hurt and his face turned blue.

Then he saw the river orange still pestling. His gloomy face was full of impatience: "go out, don't stand here."

"Yes."

Jiang orange nodded and was turning around, but Jing mowen spoke again.

"Wait!"

Jiang Cheng turned around with a little joy: "what's the matter, Mr. Jing?"

"Leave the cake."

After the man finished, he sat down again.

Hearing this, Jiang orange turned a little white and put the cake on the desk.

Then he went out angrily.

Mo Yiran, who left jingmowen company, sat in the car with a cold face.

That Jiang orange obviously has a bad intention. Jing mowen still keeps it. What does he want to do?

The more you think about it, the more angry you get.

Angry, her liver hurts!