Master Mo's beloved wife

Qin Xiaolou turned around and walked towards the door.

Mo QingHan doesn't believe her at all. Why does she lie in front of him like crazy?

I'm about to walk through that door.

She stopped suddenly, unwilling to turn back.

Ink cold face hidden in the sun, his eyelashes are very long, casting a light shadow on his face, writing the usual difficult to see fragile.

This is not like him at all. He is a high spirited and high-ranking general manager of mo.

And at this time, he finally seems to be ink light cold, eyebrows and eyes written fragile, his body more almost human flavor.

She couldn't bear it. She couldn't bear the emotion in his eyes.

Don't know where the courage, she suddenly walked to the ink light cold in front of a head into the seemingly lonely figure.

Mo QingHan is stiff all over, and his complicated eyes fall on Qin Xiaolou.

"Yes! I'm a fool. I'll stand in front of you at all costs... In front of you bastard! "

Her brain is almost blank, more like a paste, and her words are incoherent and illogical.

Her little face was full of tears, and there was no beauty in it.

It makes her look more like a wretch.

At that moment, Mo QingHan's eyes showed disgust, but strangely, he didn't push her away.

His complicated eyes fell on her head. He watched her wipe her tears and snot on his expensive suit, and then spread a suspicious trace on the cloth.

If it were someone else, he couldn't even imagine.

But this person, is Qin Xiaolou, crying so elegantly, not even like a woman.

But his heart, however, faintly revealed a bit of intolerance.

"Asshole, Mo QingHan, can't you have a good word with me?" Qin Xiaolou is still complaining wrongly.

"Qin Xiaolou, have you cried enough?" He raised his hand and then slowly lowered it.

"Not enough, not at all!"

She clung to his clothes and cried in a fragile way

"Mo QingHan, you saved me. Why don't you admit it?"

Crying, crying, she seems to smile again, smile is very embarrassed.

"Brother QingHan, I knew that you were still my brother QingHan. Even if you hated me, didn't you save me?"

She was crying and laughing like a madman.

"Enough, Qin Xiaolou. If you are mad enough, you will go out."

Ink light cold finally hand pushed away in front of the person, cold face flashed a bit embarrassed.

Qin Xiaolou is still like a piece of cowhide candy, sticking to him with determination

"Brother QingHan, you asked me to let go, but this time I won't let go!"

Mo QingHan was laughed by Qin Xiaolou's rascal, and his lips suddenly raised a smile of evil spirit and approached Qin Xiaolou step by step.

"Qin Xiaolou, just a few days later, you just hold a man's hand, hungry and thirsty?"

His voice was mellow and charming.

Qin Xiaolou flustered, and her hand faintly showed signs of loosening. Just for a moment, she grasped it more tightly.

"So what? I don't want to let you go today anyway. " She opened her eyes firmly

"Brother QingHan, no matter what, I will stand by your side."

Her words had a pious flavor, which made people want to believe.

Ink light cold drop Mou, looking at tightly grasp own hand, the corner of the mouth suddenly rises.

"This is what you said, Qin Xiaolou. There is no chance to go back on what you said."

Suddenly he came close to her, and his breath poured in towards her.

"I won't regret it."

"Dong Dong Dong!"

Li Li anxiously opened the door, saw the scene in front of him, coughed slightly, "Mr. Mo, shareholders are waiting for you."

Mo QingHan's eyes fell on the hand still holding his clothes tightly. His eyes were funny.

"Qin Xiaolou, why do you want to follow me to the meeting room?"

A touch of shyness flashed across Qin Xiaolou's face and he quickly released his hand

"I'm sorry, I'm not..." she wanted to explain, but she said it without any sound.

"Stay here and wait for me."

With that, Mo QingHan walked out of the office quickly, leaving her a natural back.

This time, it seems that things are really serious. The board of directors held a whole afternoon.

Qin Xiaolou stayed in the office and did not dare to go anywhere. She sat on the sofa and looked around at the decoration.

White walls, black furniture and simple black and white rooms show the decisive character of the master.

The sun is setting outside the window, and the rest of the light is sprinkled on Qin Xiaolou who is lying on the sofa.

She waited too long. Her eyes were sour after tears. Fortunately, she dozed off on the sofa.

Finally, when the sun completely disappeared on the horizon, she woke up. Her confused eyes swept around, but when she touched the figure in front of her, she suddenly woke up.

She got up in a panic and her blanket slipped down.

"Sorry, Mr. Mo just now... Why didn't you wake me up?"

Mo QingHan's eyes were quiet. He just looked at the person in front of him and said:

"Hungry?"

In this way, her stomach rings, especially in the open office.

She hung her head shyly.

"It's nice to have a restaurant downstairs." Mo light cold simply said, picked up one side of the coat ready to go out.

He's taking her to dinner?

Qin Xiaolou was surprised at the gentleness of the people in front of him. He couldn't react and followed him.

"Hiss!"

All of a sudden, she bumped into his broad back, and there was a pain on his forehead.

"Are you all right?" Mo QingHan quickly embraces the person in front of her and looks at her forehead with concern.

Qin Xiaolou looked at Mo QingHan in a daze, and said, "no... nothing."

But he suddenly let go, leaving a sentence, "walk carefully." Then he went inside without looking back.

"Hello, Mr. Mo!"

When the waiter saw him, he said hello warmly. It was obvious that he was a regular customer of the shop.

Qin Xiaolou left his back inexplicably, and quickly followed him at his feet.

Just now, he seemed to care about her?

His fingertips were cool, but it felt as if there was a fire on her skin. The fire overflowed her blood and ran through her internal organs, as if it was going to burn her out.

Her mouth can't help but hook up, and her eyes are filled with a smile.

"Do you... Believe me?" There was a little hope in her eyes.

Mo QingHan is holding a glass of red wine in his hand. Under the dim light, it is shining charmingly.

He looked at the red wine in his hand quietly. His face was hidden in the shadow. He couldn't really see it