The rich and powerful: the first lady of Mo Shao

Chapter 65
Does this man have eyes behind his back?
Leng Yan felt that he really couldn't be in the same room with this guy calmly, "Mr. Mo, I think...in order to avoid the thought that I occasionally want to offend, I can live in the vacant servant's room at the back and buy me a A bed is enough, which can also ensure you have a high-quality sleep."

He said coldly that this was according to his reaction just now, and since he satirized her impure thoughts, she simply admitted it directly.

Mo Qing buttoned up his shirt, took a few steps towards the bed, bent down, his gaze was at the same level as Leng Yan's, the distance between the two was still a little ambiguous, and for this beautiful woman who took the initiative to approach, Leng Yan subconsciously Swallowing for a while, he heard him say arrogantly, "Those attempted thoughts of yours have no power of action. You are really too confident."

Attempted?Is this ironic that I can only be eaten, but unable to resist?

However, Mo Qing seemed to be right, she could only be secretly angry in her heart, as he said, she had no power of action.

As soon as Mo Qing came down to the living room, Aunt Li respectfully brought up a box with an exquisite dark brown tie inside, "Mr. Mo, this was sent by Miss Qin yesterday."

Mo Qing glanced at it indifferently, "Return it to the address I gave you earlier."

Mrs. Li knew this would happen. Every time Qin Xiaonuo sent something, Mo Qing would always ask her to retreat to the headquarters of Fengyue Group.

As soon as Leng Yan walked down the stairs, he saw Mrs. Li holding something in her hand, but she was a little curious. When she walked to the sofa, she saw Mrs. Li stuffing the box into a courier package.

"Ms. Leng, good morning!" Aunt Li looked up and gave a dimpled smile.

"Morning!" Leng Yan was in a particularly good mood when he thought that he was going to work soon.

Mo Qing didn't go directly to the company today. It was rare to have breakfast at home. Mrs. Li was quite happy, put down the package, looked at her with a smile and said coldly: "Miss Leng, I made red bean porridge today, how much do you want to drink?" bowl."

Leng Yan nodded, and at the same time cast a sidelong glance at Mo Qing who was at the table. He was scooping up red bean porridge and putting it to his mouth very gracefully.

It's just a bowl of porridge, so why pretend like this?
Leng Yan walked over, and the two of them sat facing each other, she grabbed a fried bun casually, bit into it lightly, and the oil overflowed her mouth.

Mo Qing frowned, with a look of contempt, "Can you pay attention to your image?"

"There are no outsiders here." He replied coldly, and after he said it, he realized that he had slipped his tongue—could it be that his "ambition" was provoked by Qin Xiaonuo's sentence yesterday, "Because you are an outsider"?
While waiting for Mo Qing to refute her with cold words, Mo Qing didn't say a word—I don't know if he didn't hear it, or pretended not to hear it, and he still tasted the bland porridge elegantly and pettyly.

Is this by default?This kind of wishful thinking was quickly negated by her deep-rooted servile thoughts—according to her meticulous experience, the man usually spoke with sarcasm, and his silence was mostly with disdain.

After Mo Qing finished his breakfast, he left his seat first. Mrs. Li was about to take the wrapped tie box to the courier storage outside, when Mo Qing commanded, "From now on, don't just wait for random people to come in."

Mrs. Li is a little depressed, can Miss Qin be regarded as an idler?She is the eldest lady of Fengyue Group, or yours...

Looking up at Mo Qing's cold gaze, Aunt Li could only humbly respond, "Okay, Mr. Mo."

What are these idlers talking about, the girl from yesterday?Qin Xiaonuo's arrogant little face flashed in Leng Yan's mind, "Do you know who I am?"

Mo Qing's attitude of rejecting people thousands of miles away - she is really a little confused about the situation!

Leng Yan stretched his hand forward, just about to grab a glutinous rice cake, when an unappetizing time signal sounded in his ear: "It's 7:20, and you still have 40 minutes before your work time."

(End of this chapter)