President Hunting Love is too fierce

Mo Fengya opened his lips, then picked up a glass of wine, looked at the pale Ye Chuqing with a graceful smile, and said to Miss Du.

"Let's go, Miss Du, we shouldn't disturb other people's sweet time, they will resent us for not being interested."

"That's right, President Mo, let's go dance. I heard that you never dance with others."

Ye Chuqing lowered her head, bit her lip, and her heart ached. Mo Fengya's words just now made her feel like a knife.

Seeing him walking with other women, she still felt sad, and her chest seemed to be blocked. [

She could no longer watch him dance with other women.

"Sorry sir, I want to go to the bathroom."

After speaking, she hurriedly fled the scene.

Looking at her back, Gu Xiusi couldn't help feeling sad, the joy brought by what she said just now was washed away.

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"Aren't you going to come in and sit down?" An old and majestic female voice came from the balcony.

Ye Chuqing was shocked, she just wanted to come out to the second-floor terrace to get some air, but she didn't expect to meet Mrs. Mo.

She was extremely irritable and dazed, but she was much less afraid of Mrs. Mo.

She walked over and saw Mrs. Mo sitting comfortably on the big sofa specially dragged out for her, and a maid was squatting on the ground, massaging the soles of her feet.

Granny Mo was leisurely holding a cup of hot milk tea, and beside her was the fighting butler of the Feng family.

"Old lady, does this milk tea still suit your taste?" The butler looked at her, bowing his knees like seeing a queen.

Old Madam Mo took a sip and frowned slightly.

The housekeeper was startled.

"Grandma, this is a high-quality dairy cow specially raised for you by our Feng Family Farm. It only eats green and tender pastures, drinks mountain spring water, and often has special personnel to train it to exercise. The milk is just new.

Freshly squeezed out, sent over urgently. "

Old Madam Mo's piercing eyes swept across him: "It's not mellow enough, it has a slightly sour taste, this cow must be in a bad mood, didn't I tell you that I want it to listen to Mozart's music?

Only if it is pleasant in body and mind, and has elegant sentiments, the milk produced will be delicious. Next time you have to don't make mistakes again. "

The butler was taken aback when he heard it, and after hearing it, he frowned, but he didn't dare to disobey.