Master Mo's beloved wife

Not long ago, Mo Fu was standing in this position, looking out of the window, pointing to the most prosperous business district in the city

"Light cold, a mountain can not be two tigers, dingyang sooner or later is our biggest enemy, now the opportunity has come, you don't blame me ruthless."

"I don't understand what father means."

"Light cold, you really don't understand or fake don't understand, this time, I don't care.

But it doesn't mean I'm blind. You take care of that mean woman.

Even for her almost killed XiuXiu, let your sister at great risk for artificial heart

Speaking of this, Mo Fu sighed a long time:

"Those who achieve great things don't care about small things. Since ye Junfei likes her, why don't you let her go to dingyang?"

"But she's not a fool."

"Women are usually emotional, but they can give up everything for love."

"If not? Ye Junfei is not a fool. "

"No? It's just a lowly person. Let's have a try. "

When Mo Fu talks, he is cold and heartless. This is the real Mo Dong!

In this world, there is nothing that can't be calculated, that is to say, he is better to Qin Xiaolou during this period of time.

"Father, I can't do it."

"If you can't, I'll have to do it."

Mo Fu took a deep look at his son, and a complicated light flashed in his eyes. "Light cold, you never let me down."

Mo QingHan, a gifted young man, is burdened with the future of Mohism and his father's strict expectations.

But who can see the sadness behind the light?

He never let his father down, this sentence is like a curse on him, deep into the blood.

"Don't forget, that woman is your enemy." Mo Fu has always been good at attacking the heart.

Mo QingHan stands in the same place, but what comes to mind is that Qin Xiaolou rushes in foolishly just now, holding him and calling brother QingHan.

Ding Yang.

Ye Junfei sits lazily in his office chair, holding his hands in front of his chest. His slender legs overlap at will, so that he can look at Qin Xiaolou in front of him.

"Why, dumb?" The ending is slightly selected, showing a kind of Bohemian temperament.

Qin Xiaolou lowered his head, squeezed a corner tightly, and bit the lower lip tightly

"Since you don't speak, you'd better come back when you think about it!" Ye Junfei suddenly straightened up.

Qin Xiaolou's face turned white, summoned up the courage to say, "what do you want me to do?"

"What do you want to do?"

Ye Junfei chuckles and looks at Qin Xiaolou recklessly. "You say, what do I want you to do?"

Hearing the expected answer, Qin Xiaolou's heart sank to the bottom.

She wanted to turn around and leave, but both reason and emotion nailed her to the spot.

The hand touched the button of the shirt bit by bit, trembling slightly, unable to make up his mind.

Qin Xiaolou looked up, with a stubborn look in his eyes, "if I do, can you let Mo go?"

Ye Junfei was slightly stunned, and the ghost axe nodded.

The deal is much better than he thought it would be!

Outside.

"Mr. Mo, you can't go in. The president is busy!"

Dingyang people want to stop Mo QingHan, think of the heroic feat of Mo QingHan last time, but they don't dare to go forward.

"Pa!"

The door was forced open, raising a small dust.

Both of them were surprised.

Mo QingHan could not help but pull Qin Xiaolou's hand. There was anger in his voice

"Should I say you are simple or stupid? You think ye Junfei can let Mo go easily with you

Qin Xiaolou laughed and was very happy.

"Brother QingHan, here you are." Qin Xiaolou looks at Mo QingHan like a fool.

Mo light cold eyebrow a wrinkly, "Qin small building, follow me to walk."

But Qin Xiaolou broke away from Mo QingHan's hand and shook his head.

There was a burst of applause in the air. Ye Junfei laughed and clapped. "It seems that Mo Zong is really a man of love and righteousness. I lost."

Lost?

Mo QingHan looks at the two people in front of him suspiciously.

Just now, Qin Xiaolou's hand on the button was suddenly released. She looked at ye Junfei and said:

"I know that ye always needs a woman like me. Why don't we make a bet?"

"What bet?" He raised his eyebrows with interest.

"How about gambling that Mo will come to me in an hour?" A smile flashed around Qin Xiaolou's mouth

"Mr. Ye must also be curious. Will Mo always care about my little assistant?"

"Bet on what?"

"If I win, the contract will be signed according to Mohist's reserve price. How about that?"

"What if you lose?"

"Then I'll be willing to be Mr. Ye's person and let you send me."

"Assistant Qin, you seem to take yourself too seriously!"

"It depends on whether Mr. Ye's vision is worth it."

Qin Xiaolou raised his head and exposed the whole delicate face to ye Junfei's sight. His eyes were very clear, but his expression revealed a kind of flattery.

Ye Junfei eyes color a deep, raised a touch of ambition in must smile, "that I naturally want to bet ink light cold... Won't come."

"As Mr. Ye said."

At this moment, the three people in the office look different, but unexpectedly harmonious.

"Mr. Ye, what do you think?" Qin Xiaolou said.

"Good." Ye Junfei is not upset after losing the bet at all, "such a game will be challenging."

"That's not as good as..." Qin Xiaolou hastily added, hoping to take this opportunity to sign the contract.

Ye Jun raised his eyebrows and said in a rogue way:

"Did I say that when he came, he would sign you a contract? Now that QingHan is here, take your assistant back quickly. "

"Naturally." Mo QingHan could not help but pull Qin Xiaolou out.

"Mr. Ye, you rascal!"

Qin Xiaolou exclaimed in disbelief, how can a businessman compare with a scoundrel?

"Why, can't you give up?"

The curtain fell in Mo QingHan's eyes, which naturally became the scene of Qin Xiaolou not giving up ye Junfei. His eyes sank, showing some anger.

Qin Xiaolou quickly explained, "no, he and I..."

"Enough, I don't want to hear your nonsense!"

Mo light coldly interrupted her and strode out. After all, he came. He didn't know whether he was right or wrong?

He knew his father's plan, but when he asked him to watch Qin Xiaolou jump into the fire pit, his heart was unexpectedly depressed.

"Look! Isn't that Mo's mild cold? "

"Yes, yes! God, Mo QingHan is so handsome! "

Mo QingHan is the focus of the crowd everywhere he goes. In the elevator, the female staff next to him whispers, glances at him from time to time, and then quickly retracts.

Ink light cold face.

Qin Xiaolou was silent.

"Ding Dong!" The elevator door opened.

Qin Xiaolou came back, but the woman next to him rushed to Mo QingHan and pushed Qin Xiaolou back.