Master Mo's beloved wife

Qin Xiaolou was a little funny. "If it hadn't been for me, wouldn't it have happened?

Xiao Nai, do you still want to move me with emotion? Are you not tired of using the same method

Xiaonai tightly pinched the palm of his hand, strong from calm, face has appeared a quick cry expression.

"Sister Xiaolou, I really can't help it. Please help Junfei. Mr. Mo escaped a marriage for you, and this time he will give Junfei a way to live!"

"Xiaonai, let me ask you another question. When did you catch up with ye Junfei?"

Qin Xiaolou waved away xiaonai's tightly held arm.

"I..." Xiao Nai pinched his palm

"He came to the company to look for you, but he didn't find it, so I took the opportunity to add wechat.

Since then, he has often asked me about you. Once he was drunk and mistakenly called me... "

Xiao Nai didn't say the rest, but everyone understood it.

Qin Xiaolou said with a low smile, "I know."

Turn around and leave.

"Qin Xiaolou!" Xiaonai reluctantly called the name of Qin Xiaolou.

With a smile, Qin Xiaolou left the staircase without looking back. The tears that xiaonai had left here had turned into ridicule.

"Ding Dong!"

The mobile phone prompts that the sound is on.

She took out her mobile phone, which clearly wrote the itinerary of Mo QingHan, and the sender was xiaonai.

It's going to be five o'clock in the afternoon.

The sound of picking up things, the sound of pushing and shoving of tables and chairs began to ring.

Qin Xiaolou sat at his desk, clutching his mobile phone tightly, sweating out a sticky sweat, and staring thoughtfully at a page of untouched documents in front of him.

"Xiaolou, after work, don't you go yet?"

People around us have changed a lot since last time.

"No! I still have some unfinished business

Qin Xiaolou raised a stiff smile and continued to sit at his desk.

The night outside slowly shrouded Mordor, and the neon in the distance was slowly projected through the floor glass, which made the room cool.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

She finally knocked on the heavy black wooden door.

"Come in." Ink light cold low alcohol voice through the door.

He's here!

She took a deep breath, half happy, half melancholy.

The door was gently pushed open.

Qin Xiaolou stood by the door, but he didn't go in.

Mo QingHan looks up from the mountain of documents and sees Qin Xiaolou. There is an accident in his eyes

"It's so late. Haven't you left yet?"

"Well." Qin Xiaolou low should, in his eyes, slowly moved to his front.

"What's the matter?" He asked.

"I've come to talk to you about something."

"Oh?" Ink light cold eyes flash a trace of interest, "if private, I am very busy now."

He blocked her up with a word.

"Mr. Mo, this matter is very important to me. I hope you can give me some time."

"Why?" Mo QingHan has already taken his eyes back.

"You once asked me, can I have a wish?" Qin Xiaolou took a deep breath and blurted out.

Mo QingHan was stunned and looked up again. His deep eyes shot straight at Qin Xiaolou, as if to see through her.

"I did. Go ahead." He put down the document in his hand and said faintly.

"Mr. Mo, I hope you can let ye Junfei go."

Qin Xiaolou held the palm of his hand tightly, and the heart in his chest seemed to jump out at any time.

Ink light cold convergence of the look, thin lips slightly raised, showing a hint of irony.

"Qin Xiaolou, I thought you would ask for something new."

He already knew?

Qin Xiaolou was so nervous that he looked at him without blinking.

The irony in his eyes was like a knife, straight to her heart.

She racked her brains to think about what she would like to say later, but she still found that she could not say anything. She could only repeat what she had just said

"Mr. Mo, I hope you can let ye Junfei go. He used to be your friend."

"You mean, I'm ruthless and ruthless to my former friends?" Mo QingHan asked.

"I didn't!" She quickly denied it, eager to bite off her tongue.

Why can't you say anything when you look at his face at the critical moment?

"You didn't. what do you mean?"

Mo QingHan looked at her in his spare time, as if looking at a prey.

"I'm just... Mr. Mo, the Ye family has fallen down now, and dingyang has been incorporated into Mo's section. Your goal has been achieved.

And ye Junfei is just an insignificant person. I hope you can give him a way to live. " She tried to persuade.

"Is it?" Mo QingHan suddenly gets up and comes to her

"I'll tell you now, I'm very dissatisfied, very dissatisfied!"

The scorching breath sprinkled on her face, with a faint grass breath, all of a sudden, she was firmly in control of the whole person.

"Ye Junfei also stole a very important thing from me, so I can't let him go!"

"What is it?"

Qin Xiaolou heard that there was a turning point in his words. His heart suddenly relaxed and he was surprised.

"He... Stole my little slave. How do you think I should ask him to come back?"

Qin Xiaolou was stunned and her face suddenly turned red. She understood the meaning of Mo QingHan's words and looked at him in amazement.

But just found that he is also looking at her, deep eyes light to look at her, mixed with she can not understand the meaning.

In fact, did she ever understand him?

It's like this moment.

Just because of his words, her heart seemed to jump out of her chest at any time.

Ink light cold thin lips hook up, suddenly toward her face fell down.

Qin Xiaolou's heart beat suddenly to the extreme, and she didn't open her face.

He was stunned for a moment, and his face returned to its original position as usual, with a smile on his lips.

"Mr. Mo, how can you let him go?"

Her topic is always closely around ye Junfei, which seems to make Mo QingHan's eyes flashed unhappy.

But he was very good to hide down, but the lips smile more evil spirit.

"You choose to come to my office at this time. Shouldn't you be very clear?" There was a hint of evil in his words.

Qin Xiaolou's face turned red into an apple.

"Mr. Mo, I..."

Mo QingHan didn't give her any room to explain, so he went back to the original seat, folded his long legs lazily, and closed his eyes

"You know I don't like to waste time."

Standing in the same place, her feet seem to have roots. It's extremely difficult for her to take a step.

But she still with the breath in the chest, went to the ink light cold in front of.

He knew her embarrassment very well, but he refused to give her the straw to save her life. Instead, he looked at him with a smile, as if enjoying a joke.