Sorry, I can't love you

Liang Junjun hurriedly raised his elbow and stabbed Xia Liang,

"Xiao Liang, don't hurry to show the interview draft to president Tang. We won't ask about any taboos later."

This little cool sound made Tang Mo's eyes sink slightly and fall on Liang Junxiu's face.

Xia Liang just regained his mind and hurriedly took out the interview draft and handed it to Tang Mo, bowing his body and afraid to look up,

"President Tang, this is the interview draft we prepared. Please have a look first."

Tang Mo looked at her expressionless, stretched out a slender and clean hand, took the interview draft, only looked at it, and handed it directly to the assistant on his side,

"You can do it."

The assistant knew Xia Liang. When he received the interview, his eyes swept over Xia Liang's face. It was a little complicated.

Xia Liang's face was tight and cramped. He didn't dare to relax at all.

"You, go and pour me a glass of water."

In front of him came a low and magnetic voice. Xia Liang raised his head in surprise and just hit Tang Mo's cold eyes. There seemed to be a touch of provocation in his eyes.

Her breathing suddenly stagnated.

Tang Mo's temper was not good, especially to her.

"Mr. Tang, I'll go..." the voice of the female assistant sounded, resolving the short-term embarrassment.

"No,"

Before Xia Liang could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Tang Mo's voice interrupt the female assistant's words. The passage was concise and powerful, with a tough voice that can't be refused,

"Anyway, she is idle and just pour a glass of water."

The atmosphere in the lounge suddenly changed, and it seemed that a chill was penetrating every corner.

In the tone of Tang Mo's words, everyone could hear the contempt. The people in the room couldn't help looking at Tang Mo more, and then looked suspiciously at the female reporter Xia Liang opposite him.

"No problem."

Xia Liang pursed his lips, took a deep breath and raised his head, "I'll pour water. Mr. Tang, please prepare for the interview first."

We all know it's her. Why hide it? We can't hide from those who should come.

After pouring the tea back to the office, Xia Liang saw that the camera was in place on the tripod. When facing Tang Mo, there was a recording pen on the tea table. Liang Junjun sat opposite Tang Mo and seemed to be ready to start the interview.

Xia Liang didn't open the door much. Everyone in the lounge was still looking at Tang Mo Shi and Liang Junjun, but Tang Mo's cough brought all his eyes back to Xia Liang.

"Does it take so long to pour water?"

Xia Liang frowned, hurriedly went to Tang Mo, handed over the water and whispered,

"Sorry,"

Tang Mo glanced at her and held out his hand towards the water cup she was holding.

Xia Liang held his breath, but his heart beat faster and faster.

I felt that the man's cool fingertips touched the back of his hand, as if it was an electric shock. The water cup shook slightly. Such shaking made Xia Liang subconsciously look up to see Tang Mo, but he just hit a pair of deep eyes.

The heart seemed to hit the chest hard.

With the sound of "Hua La", the water cup suddenly fell out of her hand with the surprised voice of the people.

Tang Mo's action when he got up was almost a cold wind for Xia Liang, which chilly poured into her eyes, heart, and even the whole pores.

She quickly lowered her head and tried to avoid Tang Mo's eyes, but as soon as she lowered her head, she saw the shiny vamp watered by hot water, which exploded in her mind.

"Sorry..."

Almost without thinking, she immediately squatted down and hurriedly took out a paper towel from her shoulder bag.

There was a confused sound in the lounge.