True Love Lasts

She is completely relying on her own strength to climb up this position, so even now, she doesn't want to let others know her relationship with Tang Lu, so as to avoid others gossiping and guessing about the hidden rules. And her relationship with Tang Lu's boyfriend and girlfriend is just a company party. They left late and chatted more. Tang Lu suddenly opened up

Ding did not know why. In any case, a month's Association, in addition to holding hands, there is nothing else! Ding Mo Mo even thought that. A month ago, did you drink too much and have hallucinations?

"What are you nervous about?" Tang Lu was in a good mood and laughed. He went over and gently straightened out her broken hair. "You are my girlfriend. You don't have to be shy with me, do you? "

His low voice with a touch of doting made Ding Mo's heart tremble, but he still didn't want to understand - what did such a president, who was full of advantages, like himself?

"Good." She grinned dryly, covered up her embarrassment and stepped back quietly. Subconsciously, she didn't adapt to such intimate contact with him.

So. "What do you eat on Sunday?" she said

"Then you can eat whatever you want!" Tang Lu opened his mouth and pointed to the folder she held in her hand. "This task may be a little tired. The other party has a long history. Do you want me to help you?"

Just in front of so many people, he directly pushed the work to her alone, which seems to be a little inhuman. In fact, he is selfish. He deliberately arranges for her to work hard, and then helps herself to increase the chance of meeting

"No, no!" It happened that someone didn't understand the customs. Ding Momo waved his hand to Tang Road. "It's just to receive someone. Don't worry. I can handle this job."

With that, without waiting for Tang Lu to respond, he left the meeting room with a smile.

Looking at the door of the conference room closed, Tang Lu's eyes can not help but surge into a layer of loneliness - Ding Mo Mo, Ding Mo Mo, when can you understand my heart, or can you not be so dull

After lunch, Ding Momo had time to look at the material, but when he turned a few pages and saw the name of the person in charge of the other party. Can't help but frown - it's him!

Foster!

It turns out that he not only owns his own private island, but also is a member of the royal family of Y country, with a title. I can't imagine the gap between them. It's not a little bit!

Thinking of that night on the beach, Ding Mo laughs it off, but never regrets it.

But is she really going to meet him in the afternoon?

After such a long time, how should she face him? Does he remember that she was the one who was on the beach in those days? Would he say anything to her?

Ding Mo can't help but have a headache. He is not in the mood for lunch break. When he goes to work at one o'clock in the afternoon, he looks sick and listless.

"Foam. Why do you look so ugly? " In the tea room, the secretary group leader, sister Chen, stopped her with a worried look on her face. "Is she ill?"

As she spoke, she touched Ding Mo Mo's forehead with concern.

On the contrary, she reminded Ding Momo and made her face happy. She pushed the boat: "sister Chen, I'm so sick. I think I'm ill. I want to take a leave to go home this afternoon. Can you help me to meet someone?"

"You're talking about welcoming that foster, aren't you?" Sister Chen pulled the corner of her mouth. He laughed in embarrassment.

In the meeting room this morning, everyone was watching the task that the president gave her.

"Yes." Ding mormo nodded, expecting sister Chen's approval and flatteringly discussed with her, "I'm going to ask for leave now, and then talk to the president, do you think I can..."

Sister Chen shook her head helplessly. Looking at Ding Momo's small face collapse, a trace of intolerance flashed on his face, but he soon recovered his usual dignity.

"Mo Mo, it's not sister Chen who doesn't help you." With a low sigh, sister Chen pointed to the direction of the president's office, "the president had an emergency meeting at noon, and we couldn't find him. Even if you want me to help you, you must get the approval of the president. You know, the president hates to be good at changing jobs. "

What elder sister Chen said is true. Tang Lu is a real person. He always arranges his work. They all like to arrange for individuals, and finally hope that individuals can give him results.

"Then..." Ding Mo can't help but panic, between the wings of the nose are exuding small beads of sweat, thought to meet St. She was at a loss.

"Well, well, anyway, I'll meet you today and arrange the check-in." Sister Chen comforted her, "you just feel sick. Hold on, too. I'll talk to the president later. If you have arranged for that person, don't come back to work and leave early! "

Elder sister Chen patted her on the shoulder and gave a few words of advice. Then she went out, leaving Ding Mo with numb scalp. It seems that she had to go to pick up the plane

During the hour waiting at the pick-up, Ding Mo Mo thought about a thousand possible embarrassments or reactions, but he didn't think Ste doesn't know her anymore!He has completely forgotten her!

He walked out of the airport with no expression on his face. He went straight to the stunned Ding Mo Mo and looked at the sign she was holding. He saw that she still didn't respond and finally frowned. He bent his index finger and knocked on the plastic board: "Miss Ding?"

The company here said that there would be a secretary named Joe to meet him. Unexpectedly, he was such a dull woman.

“…… Miss Ding Ding Mo stared at him blankly, repeating this strange name, and his tongue almost rolled.

"Aren't you?" Stern frowned more closely, and saw her blank eyes. Can't help but look at the plastic board again - he didn't seem to read his name wrong!

"Yes, yes Feeling his eyes, Ding Mo suddenly woke up and explained in a hurry, "Hello, Mr. st! My name is Ding Momo. I'm in charge of all your food, daily life and negotiation. If you need anything, you can come to me. I can arrange it for you... "

By the time she finished the routine, some sweat had oozed from her forehead.

Almost make a big joke, what is "any need can come to me"? She this let a person imagine the words, is not oneself seek to die?

But st didn't seem to find the loophole in her words, or this kind of high sounding routine. He didn't pay attention to it. He just nodded mechanically and threw his briefcase to Ding Mo: "let's go."