The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 71: Ink depth, my man!

Out of the office, the warm season is still thinking that Grandpa and Mo Jingshen’s father will have a fierce battle recently, and they don’t know who is the winner of the “Sun Sisters” war between Laozi and his son.

But the fundamental victory and defeat seems to be the key to Mo Jingshen.

Just thinking, suddenly Mo Jingshen took her wrist to the direction of the elevator, she saw a female employee passing by, was looking envious and surprised to see this direction.

Is it so high-profile in the company to show such love directly?

The season is warm and I have to pull out my hand. The ink depth of the scene has increased the strength of holding it in her hand, and did not give her the opportunity to leave.

I am about to walk to the exclusive elevator. I can see that the female employees are holding their hearts and being careful, but they can't hear what they are doing.

How could she know that anyone in the company’s employees could not be shocked when they saw this scene.

In the company, Mr. Mo said that he is a cold-faced person. The employees are afraid of a little mistake in front of the president. After all, Moh is not so good, no one can casually mix people here. In the company, Mr. Mo has never been so patient and harmonious. He will not easily be furious, but he is definitely not so good. Everyone in your heart is not cold except for high cold...

But who can think of the total of such a favorite wife? !

Just now, Mr. Mo’s gentle smile at the warmth of the season is just a matter of human life.

"Ink total." Just when the exclusive elevator stopped at the top, the door did not open, and the voice of the secretary was suddenly heard.

The warmth of the season heard the voice and turned to look at her first step.

Ann Secretary’s gaze is to stare at Mo Jingshen.

Ink depth did not look back, the sound line was light and cold: "What?"

"You have a meeting with the DC Group CEO at 2 pm, and go to the conference room at 4 pm to hear the monthly summary of the Finance Department. Are you going out now? Do you need me to move your afternoon trip to tomorrow?"

An Shuyan’s eyes looked at Mo Jingshen without hesitation. During this time, I didn’t look at the warm season from beginning to end.

Mo Jing Shen's tone is very weak: "DC's meeting moved to tomorrow morning, I will return to the company before four o'clock."

An Shuyan’s expression is unchanged, but it is a soft reminder: “But Mr. Mo, the CEO of DC Group has already met you for more than a month, and finally got the approval. Today, I can finally negotiate with you personally...”

The warmth of the season is in the side of Mo Jingshen, with only the voice he can hear, saying: "You will be busy first in the afternoon. I just mentioned a hot pot just now, and it is not necessary to eat."

When the voice just fell, the palm of his hand was pinched by his quiet voice, and her hand was held in his palm.

The season warmth did not say.

The secretary of the security said that he was "busy" in the afternoon, and said that she did not believe it to her.

Although the secretary is a secretary, Mo Jingshen is the person in charge of the company. Everything he has mastered is a matter of degree. If Mo Jingshen does not feel that it is necessary to give the company a face too much, the warm season is not conscious.

"Ink, it’s almost two o'clock. If you don't have anything important, wait until the DC people have seen it and then come out..." An Shuyan is still a formulaic tone, and his eyes are still staring at the side of Mo Jingshen. face.

The darkness of the ink is natural and unusual, and the tone is faint: "The season is warm and hungry, can't wait."

Very an understatement.

The season smiled silently and wanted to marry him.

She is not a starving ghost, who said she can't wait!

She whispered quietly, didn't yell at him, and didn't look at the secretary again. She only used her nails to tie his palms, but he changed his grip tighter.

Ann booked a pause, his face calmed, slowly nodded, and then smiled: "Okay, I know, ink total."

From the small to the big have seen these times, Mo Jingshen has always been a man who is alienated from indifference, but for the first time let her feel that his alienation is farther, his indifference is colder, and the distance is obviously more than before. .

Until the two entered the elevator, An Shuyan saw the door slowly close in the elevator. She held the file in her hand and silenced for a long time. She turned and walked away without change.

"She seems to be an opponent..." The season was warm in the elevator, and at the side of Mo Jingshen, he said with a low voice.

Inkeye gave her a deep look: "Well?"

"She is very calm." Seasonal warm evaluation.

It is the calmness of the man who is in the position of Mo Jingshen, and it is not calm in the eyes of the existence of the warm season.

Calm to the point of stimulating the warmth of the season, the hand will hold the arm of Mo Jingshen, firmly said: "But some people are good and then confident and can not be inserted into other people's marriage to do Xiaosan, Mo Jingshen, No matter how many women you are staring at, it can only be my man!"

Ink deep and dumb smile: "Well, you man."

The warmth of the season raised his eyes and looked at the mirror in the reflective door of the elevator. They stood together.

The man is very ordinary, the gray shirt is clear and temperament, the hair is as clean as a day after being washed thousands of times, no need to send the glue and do not need any shape, it is already handsome and can't be opened, he is just like this. Casual standing is very straight, he is looking at her side, and there is a slight smile on his lips.

......

The place to go is downstairs in his company. The two did not drive and walked directly.

After entering the hot pot city, the season warm asked: "Are you sure you can eat spicy?"

She is a bit too much to eat, but sometimes she is a bit embarrassed and wants to eat, but she seems to have a special understanding of the taste of the ink.

This ink is too shameful...

When Mo Jing Shen entered the door, she gave her a deep and gaze, and apparently had some prejudice about her common sense problem.

The season is warm and I don't talk. I went to find a place to sit down. I just couldn't make a reservation, but fortunately there are not many people dining in this time. A good location on the second floor by the window is empty.

"Welcome, how many meals do you have?" The waiter came over.

"Two people." Season warm answer.

Mo Jingshen did not speak, sat down directly opposite her, took the menu from the waiter, and looked at her without looking at it: "Like what you like."

Seeing the president of Mexico University, there is nothing to adapt to the place where the scent of the hot pot is floating. The season warms down and looks at the menu. I paint the checkmark on the top and draw it for a while and look up at him: "You like it. ... eat green vegetables or meat? Meat, is lamb or beef? Eat duck sausage and venetian?"

After the question was finished, I saw that Mo Jingshen was very very eye-catching and looked at her.

The warmth of the season raised her hand and stroked her forehead. She didn't understand her husband's preferences. She didn't want to, so she must know more and remember all of them!

(End of this chapter)