Flowers bloom on Moshang and wait for the clouds to come

Chapter 6 This is what you owe me (6)

Jun Mo sat in the spacious office, smoking one cigarette after another. In the smog, his deep eyes were filled with deep annoyance.

It has been a long, long time since I have been so entangled in one thing. In the eyes of others, he is young master in the mall, and he can get whatever he wants. However, others don't know what he wants most, but what he wants most is what he wants less than.

Now she was back by his side, but did he get it?
She is no longer the Xia Yunxi she used to be.

In five years, things have changed and people have changed. His Yunxi, the sunshine in his life, has dissipated with the wind five years ago and will never come back.

Jun Mo pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray and grinded it hard, as if he wanted to burn a scar on the part of his heart that shouldn't be soft.

She lied to his feelings, and lost hundreds of millions for her this time, which is the price she should pay.

Ning Zehao is right, women, that's what happens when you get it.

Now he has begun to hate her, hate her self-indulgence, hate her submissiveness, I believe it will not be long before he will completely hate her, and he doesn't even want to think about it.

At that time, he will be able to truly let go, and will no longer feel sorry for this person.

Junmo dialed the internal line: "Anna, notify all departments to hold a meeting."

Junmo's house is a duplex structure, more than 300 square meters, decorated in American style, simple and elegant, low-key luxury.

Xia Yunxi chose a bedroom downstairs facing south. It had a large bay window. With the curtains drawn, one could have a panoramic view of the river.

Such a lot, let alone [-] square meters!However, for the president of Jun's Group, this is just a drizzle.

Xia Yunxi walked around upstairs and downstairs, and always felt that something was missing in the house, so she took her bag and went downstairs, took a taxi and went straight to the flower and tree market.

Three hours later, Xia Yunxi watched with satisfaction that the flower stand on the balcony was filled with all kinds of meat, flowers of various colors were blooming in a row on the ground, and a hanging chair was a few square meters.

When the weather is fine, you can sit on the hanging chair, read a book, drink tea, and draw drawings, which is pleasant.

There are also several potted plants in the room, green radishes in the corner, lilies on the dining table, and a cluster of yellow roses on the TV cabinet that are just about to bloom.

The mansion, which seemed cold at first, suddenly became full of life after she took care of it.

She won't live here for long, but this is Jun Mo's home. Thinking that this place is full of Jun Mo's atmosphere, she has a special desire to make this place comfortable so that Jun Mo can have a comfortable environment.

After a busy afternoon, she checked the time, and it was almost dinner time. Xia Yunxi opened the refrigerator, but there was only beer in it.

Xia Yunxi sighed, why didn't Jun Mo go back to live in Jun's old house?There are people who take care of everything. If you are hungry, someone will make supper, and if you are thirsty, someone will bring you tea. If you live here, you can only drink beer.

Yun Xi had no choice but to go to the supermarket again, bought vegetables, eggs, milk and fruits, and brought back big and small bags to fill up the refrigerator.

Jun Mo never called, and Yun Xi didn't know if he would come back for dinner, but she still made a lot of dumplings. She remembered that Jun Mo loved dumplings.

However, I don't know if he really loves to eat, or if he has to eat it to pretend to be a poor boy, anyway, he eats it very delicious every time.

At that time, she still thought that her father was a small contractor, and it would be very powerful if the family had a car, a house, and savings, and she dared not mention it to him, fearing that he would hurt his self-esteem and stop dating her.

It turns out that they are the authentic rich second generation, what an irony!

(End of this chapter)