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Chapter 738 Brother Mu, let's talk about the truth
After sleeping for half a day in the morning, discussing marriage with Mu Qingxun in the afternoon and... in an inexplicable state of excitement, Qiao Yimo was passive and sabotaged her work.

At night, Qiao Yimo planned to calm down and study Chinese medicine books.

But sitting on the sofa in the study, Qiao Yimo found that he couldn't see it at all.But her brain kept running at a high speed, thinking about whether there were any things that she and Mu Qingxun had missed and needed to pay attention to and prepare for the marriage.

Although there are still a few months before the two people decide to hold their wedding at the end of the year, there are a lot of things that need to be prepared and implemented for the wedding. Privately, Qiao Yimo doesn't want others to organize their wedding, she wants to do it herself.

Therefore, time is not enough.

Qiao Yimo thought and thought, and finally thought of one.

Without hesitation, Qiao Yimo put down the medical books that he had always loved so much. He glanced at Mu Qingxun, who was sitting on the executive chair, staring at the documents and didn't know if he had read them. people follow themselves
Like myself, I have no mood to do other things at all.

Pursing his lips, Qiao Yimo picked up the phone on the bench, got up, and walked towards the door of the study without saying anything to Mu Qingxun.

"Jojo."

After a few steps forward, a man's clear voice came from behind.

Qiao Yimo chuckled, stopped, turned her head to look at Mu Qingxun, who was sitting in the executive chair, staring at her questioningly, "I'll make a phone call, I'll be back soon."

Mu Qingxun closed her lips, looked at Qiao Yimo quietly, was silent for a few seconds, and said, "Yeah."

Mu Qingxun wanted to say, is there any phone call that cannot be made in front of him?Why bother to go out?

But these words rolled in his mind, and he didn't say it.

He didn't want her to feel like he didn't trust her, limit her!
Qiao Yimo didn't think much, and left the study briskly.

With Qiao Yimo's departure, Mu Qingxun, who was already in no mood to work, was even less in the mood to work.

Mu Qingxun frowned slightly, leaned back on the chair with a broad back, hooked the lighter and cigarette case on the table with her slender fingers, and when she was about to pick it up, the phone on the side of the desk vibrated at the right time.

Mu Qingxun lightly tapped her fingertips.

……

master bedroom.

Qiao Yimo sat on the edge of the bed, holding the phone in one hand and sticking it to his ear.

"Hello."

After the phone was connected, a strange female voice came from the microphone, Qiao Yimo's expression froze slightly, and her clear eyes were full of confusion.

Did she make a typo?impossible!

Qiao Yimo took down the phone suspiciously, looked at the call note displayed on the screen of the phone, and made sure that he did not make a mistake.

Qiao Yimo held the phone to her ear again, with a confused voice, "I'm looking for the owner of the phone... who are you?"

"..." The voice on the other end of the phone disappeared for a few seconds, and the female voice came again in a low voice, "Wait a minute."

Qiao Yimo, "..."

Three forty seconds passed.

After a quick wind came from the phone, a middle-aged man's slightly tense voice came, "Good girl."

Qiao Yimo frowned slightly, "Dad."

"The company's off-line factory equipment failed, and the leader sent me to the factory to check what happened. When you called Dad just now, Dad happened to be checking the equipment that found the problem. It was inconvenient to carry the mobile phone on him, so he asked the colleagues in the factory to check the problem.

Help dad hold it temporarily. "

Qiao An's voice changed from being anxious at the beginning of the explanation to the naturalness when he finished talking with her.

"Hmm." Qiao Yimo lowered her eyelashes, her voice was unrecognizable.

"... My dear daughter, you call Dad right now, do you have any good news to tell Dad and share with Dad?"

Listening to Qiao An's unknowingly ingratiating and accommodating tone, Qiao Yimo raised her brows gloomyly.

Without extra foreshadowing or euphemism, Qiao Yimo lowered her eyelids and said directly, "I met someone I like, and we discussed NO.19 to get married, and the wedding will be held at the end of the year."

Probably too shocked, Qiao An suddenly fell silent.

Qiao Yimo expected Qiao An to have such a reaction.

It was only three or four months before what happened at her and Mo Xiaolan's wedding.

Qiao An probably hadn't recovered yet, but she suddenly informed him that she... was getting married again.

If he accepted it calmly, I'm afraid it would be abnormal!

Qiao Yimo sighed inwardly, and said softly, "Dad, I'm sorry that I made the decision without discussing it with you..."

For the marriage with Mo Xiaolan, Qiao Yimo is willing at the moment, but she is also quite passive.

From deciding to get married to holding the wedding day, the Mo family is in charge of all the power. She is the "bride" in name, but in fact she doesn't even have the right to participate.

Not to mention discussing with Qiao An before getting married.

And this time, it was equally sudden, an impatient decision made by emotion.

She is not forced by any situation, she is willing, and even takes the initiative for a large part of the decision to get married.

It can be said that this is the result and marriage she wanted.

Compared with before, Qiao Yimo is more determined and more realistic!

"Is that the man?"

Thinking, Qiao An's dignified voice came.

that man?

Qiao Yimo was in a daze, and then she heard Qiao An say, "Momo, are you telling Dad, or do you also mean to ask Dad's opinion?"

Qiao Yimo paused for a while, and pursed her lips, "Dad, NO.19 is just for obtaining a certificate. The wedding is expected to be held at the end of the year. I will tell you when the specific time is set."

Qiao Yimo didn't answer Qiao An directly, but said this.

But she knew that Qiao An would not fail to understand what she wanted to express.

"..."

……

After finishing the call with Qiao An, Qiao Yimo held the phone and sat on the bed in a daze.

His thoughts went from the female voice who answered Qiao An's phone at the beginning to Qiao An's weak sigh from the phone's microphone at the end.

Although Qiao An didn't say anything against it, Qiao Yimo could feel that Qiao An didn't agree.

The reason why he didn't make a rebuttal probably stemmed from Qiao An's deep guilt and debt to Qiao Yimo.

But, is there only guilt and debt?
Qiao Yimo stared at the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window in confusion.

……

After sitting in the master bedroom for a while, he just got up to go to the study, when the door of the bedroom was opened from the outside.

Looking into the eyes of the man who appeared at the door, Qiao Yimo twitched her eyebrows, concealed all her emotions, and said, "I'm going to the study."

Mu Qingping looked at her flatly, and when she came in, she closed and locked the door.

When Qiao Yimo saw it, her jet-black eyes rolled left and right.

Mu Qingxun walked into Qiao Yimo with a cane, and stared at her deeply with lowered eyes, "Why is it so long?"

Mu Qingxun's voice was quiet, but it still made Qiao Yimo feel dissatisfied.

Qiao Yimo glanced at the quartz clock on the wall, and looked at Mu Qingyan with clear eyes, "It's only four or ten minutes."

talent?
Mu Qingxun pursed her thin lips, raised her brows lightly, stretched out her arms to wrap around Qiao Yimo's waist, pulled her into her arms, looked down at her with dark eyes, "Compensation."

Qiao Yimo, "..." What?

Mu Qingxun stared at her closely, "Once you leave, I can't do anything. Do you know how much business I can handle in four or 10 minutes, because how much money will I get after handling these business things?"

Qiao Yimo was dumbfounded, and looked at Mu Qingxun nonchalantly, "Is this... Is it my fault?"

Qiao Yimo wanted to say, she just came out to make a phone call, why couldn't he do anything?It's not like she hooked his soul away!
She was not convinced by this gun!serious face!

"It's your fault!" Mu Qing narrowed her eyes.

Qiao Yimo stared wide-eyed, "...Brother Mu, let's be reasonable..."

"I can't see you with my eyes, but I miss you all the time in my heart and mind, and I can't do anything."

Before Qiao Yimo finished speaking, Mu Qingxun interrupted her in a low voice.

Qiao Yimo was slightly stunned, her cheeks heated up little by little, staring at Mu Qingxun's big eyes, trembling slightly because of the throbbing.

Mu Qingxun tightened her waist, her pupils were deep and dark, and two thick black and violent hurricanes swirled, sweeping towards Qiao Yimo in waves.

Qiao Yimo took a deep breath, looked at Mu Qingxun, and burst out laughing.

This man, what else can she do besides pampering him?
……

From the moment he decided to get married, Qiao Yimo's mind was filled with plans.

She is now fully focused on his and her wedding, but Qiao Yimo also understands that she must not forget the public because of personal interests.

So, Qiao Yimo secretly made a three-chapter agreement with himself.

When working, you are not allowed to think about things other than work, and work hard.

Therefore, from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] am the next day, Qiao Yimo devoted all his mind to research.

Just as she was about to take a break before continuing, there was a sudden knock on the study door, followed by a respectful voice coming through the door.

"Boss, Mr. Zhan and the others are here."

Mr. Zhan?
Qiao Yi turned to look at Mu Qingxun in a daze.

Mu Qingxun seemed to know it beforehand, without the slightest surprise on her face, and said in a calm voice, "I see."

There was no sound from outside the study.

Mu Qingxun stood up from the chair, picked up the crutches on the side, walked around the desk, and stretched out a hand to Qiao Yimo, "Come on, I'll show you to meet people."

"?"

……

Downstairs living room.

Qiao Yimo sat beside Mu Qingxun in a daze, staring blankly at the five men and one woman sitting on the sofa opposite them with big beautiful clear eyes.

Uh……

Although the sofa is long enough, six people can sit on one sofa...is it really not crowded?

Qiao Yimo looked at them, and they also looked at Qiao Yimo, as if competing for strength!

"...cough cough."

One of the men coughed suddenly.

Joey flicked his eyelashes and focused his gaze on him.

"...Brother, don't you feel a little embarrassed?" Zhai Simo twitched the corner of his mouth and glanced at Mu Qingxun.

elder brother?
This person...has a younger brother?

Qiao Yimo looked at Mu Qingxun beside her in surprise.

Mu Qingxun shook her hand with a soft expression.

And this kind of softness is different from the peace he usually has when facing his other subordinates, it has more real warmth.

"As long as you are in a hurry."

Zhai Simo curled his lips, "They're just pretending to be better than me, I showed it in a hurry, they're holding back!"

The other four slanted Zhai Simo coldly.

Zhai Simo inhaled, his back straightened slightly, "I didn't say anything just now!"

"Hey." Nie Xiangsi leaned beside Zhan Tingshen, looking at Zhai Simo happily like a little fool.

"Little kid!" Zhai Simo glared at Nie Xiangsi pretending to be fierce, "Laugh, be careful not to laugh off your front teeth!"

"I'll be 15 in a while, so I'm not a kid!" Nie Xiangsi gritted her teeth. The boss was not happy that Zhai Simo called her a "little kid" and said, "You can't let go of my third master and the others." , You know how to bully me, despise me!

"

"Just bully you, just a little bit~" Zhai Simo looked like he didn't want to be beaten.

Nie Xiangsi, "..." He may only be five years old!
(End of this chapter)