The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 70 The entire office is your vinegar taste

Ink deep language is low: "An Secretary is transferred directly from the United States by my father. Whether it is the reason for being transferred here, or the seriousness and professionalism of her work, it is not critical."

The warmth of the season is faint, and the smile is not up to the bottom of the eye: "My grandfather said that she is very good. It seems to be true. Even people who can't pick you up, should I feel a little crisis now?"

Ink's deep music refers to a light tap on her forehead: "The whole office is your vinegar smell. She is limited to the work connection here. We don't see more than the company in the company."

The warm season is very hard to say that he is not careful, but after all, his father wants to put people in the meaning of putting it here, and it must not be there.

"I didn't eat vinegar indiscriminately, but Mr. Mo, I have to clarify the words." The warmth of the season is colder and more calm: "Since I am Mrs. Me, I will not easily give up any woman." I am also very clear, after all, Grandpa said that the elders had to give you the name of the surname, but you have always been interested in her, since there was no interest, with your habits, the next few decades The year should not give her any interest that she should not have."

Ink did not speak, and looked at her silently.

It is not difficult to see that he is in a good mood because of her words.

"But even if I know this, the secretary is not a simple secretary. Every day in your company, at work, at meetings, during business trips, or when you socialize, you will inevitably have contact. I will be in my heart. There are flaws, and it is more likely that it will be inconceivable because of the long time, affecting the most basic thinking judgment of emotional influence on your trust."

After saying this, the warm season will turn directly and go out: "I only said this. I will not mention this matter in the future. I am hungry and go to the hot pot."

Mo Jingshen looked at the "warm grandmother today's words here" like the warmth of the season, laughing.

She is really free and easy.

The warm season is about to leave the office, no matter whether he has time to accompany her to eat.

Suddenly, the hand was held vigorously, and the next second was taken back, almost hit back into the man's arms, she subconsciously stood back, and Mo Jingshen directly pressed her into her arms. Did not give her room to retreat.

He smiled at the lips: "It's not a good thing to look at your half-heartedness, and it's not a good thing to be above the wayward. It's better to spleen with me."

"I don't have any temper, people are so good, how can I have a temper." Do not look at him in the warm season.

In the end, Mo Jingshen couldn’t help but laugh, and stunned her with a small face that was full of insinuation: "I didn't plan to stay with her for how long."

The warm season only gave him a look: "How long is it?"

"An Secretary is very valued in the eyes of the two parents. Her relationship with the Mohist family and her relationship with me are destined not to tear the face too fast to catch people. Give me two weeks, I will give you a satisfactory answer. Ok?"

Seasonal warm face expressionless: "The relationship with you? She actually likes you right? Otherwise, it is impossible to say that she is returning to China after returning to China. After all, Shine is the real root enterprise of Moh, and her development there will be even more Ok, coming here can only show that her purpose is you."

The season warmth suddenly thought of her last life.

The decade he left.

At that time, the ink scene was already the real power of Shine in the United States. It was raining over the clouds. Have there been any contact between the secretary and him in those years?

Thinking of her, this still calm heart suddenly turned, and rationally told her that she could not be dissatisfied with this kind of thing, but she was still affected by the emotions, and she slammed her lips to push him away and said: "I Hungry, go to dinner, let go."

The result was not only unable to retreat from his arms, but the whole person passively stepped back a few steps.

When she reflected, her back had already reached the door of the office -

The man just licked the hand on her waist and half supported on the door panel behind her ear.

The warm heart of the season shivered for a moment, but tried to raise the voice to speak up to support his bottom line. He said: "What do you do with Mo Jing Shen! I am hungry, I am going to eat! If you don't have time, I will go by myself!"

"Through the words clearly, I can't always look at you and go out like this." Mo Jingshen lowered her head and looked at her face. She said gently: "You are not emotional, don't, how can you talk to you?" ”

"I don't need you to say anything to me! Didn't you just let me give you two weeks? I have no objection, I have already promised, what else do you want to say?" The warm season is not so close and I don't want to be so close to him. The distance speaks.

"My wife, now you are, and will only be you in the future."

His tone is calm and calm, but it is serious that cannot be ignored.

The warmth of the season did not speak, and he only looked at him with his mouth open.

Mo Jingshen saw her clearly like a grievance but refused to reveal her appearance. She couldn’t smell the slightest sigh. She bowed her kiss on her lips and stopped at her lips and said: "Mr. Me, although jealous means you. I care about me, but if you feel wronged, I will feel bad."

The season is warm.

I thought that since I was distressed, I still have to let me endure for two weeks?

Mo Jingshen suddenly smiled low and lowered her lips: "One week, huh?"

Seasonal warmth: "..."

Isn't this man really going to read minds?

But the warm season is not so unreasonable: "One week, one week, say it, don't allow any physical contact with her in these days! Even if she gives you a document when the meeting is held, your hands can't touch it! ”

Mo Jingshen couldn’t help but laugh: "Okay."

The warm season is soft in front of him and no longer resists.

"Not angry?" he asked.

"There was no such thing as gas." The warm season is still hard.

Ink deep smiled and said: "Let's go."

"Where are you going?"

"Don't you want to eat hot pot?"

The warmth of the season is apologetic: "It’s been half past now, it’s working time. Isn’t this bad?”

"I am the boss, who dares to say a word?"

Although the words are like this, the warmth of the season still moved away from the front of the door, and when I saw the ink, I went back and picked up the suit jacket and walked over. A small cockroach in my heart directly blurted out: "The secretary, is it true? I like you very much?"

"Maybe, not too much attention."

"..."

What is this answer?

"Isn't the Mohist family very familiar with their family? You haven't known for many years?"

"The two parents of Mo'an are the world's best. I have been in China for a long time. When I went to the United States to study, I didn't have too much contact with my family. How could I have any contact with Anjia?" Mo Jingshen apparently did not intend to be an secretary. This unimportant topic stayed for too long, and the tone was rather weak: "I have seen it a few times, and I don’t have a deep impression. When I came back from a business trip, I saw a new secretary who suddenly appeared, and I remembered that there was such a person."

(End of this chapter)