Tongtong shot a sharp glance at Mo Wen, but her face was already putting on a grievance expression, "Jiao Yang, how can you be so heartless?!"
"I’ve always been heartless, it’s not like you just t !" Jiao Yang raised his face and looked at her, "At this mont, the tears haven’t even co out, you really have no talent for acting!"
Mo Wen laughed again from behind him.
This guy, his tongue is really sharp!
"You... you really break my heart!"
Tongtong was both angry and helpless, stomping her foot, she turned and ran out of his office.
Jiao Yang picked up the perfu gift box she left on the table, casually tossed it into the trash can, lifted a docunt from the table, "Make a copy for ."
Mo Wen took the docunt and walked out of the office, Jiao Yang lightly sniffed, looking at the large bouquet of flowers in front of him, just frowning.
On the desk, the flowers were not lilies, not roses, not carnations, but a large bouquet of sunflowers.
Sending flowers that are sunflowers, sending fish that are piranhas, his assistant’s taste is really unique!
The door pushed open, Mo Wen carried the docunt over, putting the copied docunt on his desk.
"The docunt you wanted."
Jiao Yang took the docunt, "Do you like sunflowers?"
"No, just thought it suited you." Mo Wen glanced at the sunflowers on the desk, "Do you know the flower language for this? Silent love, always following the sun, asking for nothing in return."
Listening to Mo Wen’s voice, Jiao Yang raised his face in confusion.
Through the lenses in front of Mo Wen’s eyes, he clearly saw a hint of playfulness in her eyes.
That look, so familiar!
"If you have nothing else, I’ll head out first!" Mo Wen quickly turned around, walked to the sofa, picked up her coat, and was about to head for the door.
Jiao Yang’s gaze swept down Mo Wen’s waist, slid all the way down, past the chest, landing on her profile.
Between Mo Wen’s short hair, the pavilion of her ear was faintly visible, and between the strands of hair a faint aqua glow shone through.
"Wait!"
Before Mo Wen walked out the door, Jiao Yang spoke urgently.
Mo Wen stopped in her tracks, turned her face to look at him, "Is there anything else you need?"
Jiao Yang stood up, walked behind Mo Wen, and looked scrutinizingly at the man’s face in front of him.
"President Jiao, what are you looking at like that for, is there sothing on my face?" Mo Wen raised her finger, touching her own face.
Raising his hand, Jiao Yang grabbed Mo Wen’s wrist in one move, at the sa ti stepping forward, pushing Mo Wen’s body against the wall, and with the other hand raised, took off the wide-rimd glasses from Mo Wen’s face, pinching Mo Wen’s chin at the sa ti.
With the glasses removed, those distinct black and white eyes were imdiately exposed.
Looking at the incredibly familiar face in front of him, Jiao Yang could only smile wryly.
"Aren’t you playing a bit too much this ti?!"
Creak!
The door that Mo Wen had just opened a crack slowly opened, Tongtong returned, looking at Jiao Yang and Mo Wen standing by the side of the door, she just stared wide-eyed in surprise.
"You two..."
Mo Wen leaned against the wall, Jiao Yang holding Mo Wen’s wrist in one hand, and hooking Mo Wen’s glasses with the other, thumb and forefinger still pinching Mo Wen’s chin.
That look, that posture, as if preparing to kiss Mo Wen.
Tongtong clearly misunderstood.
"Us?!" Jiao Yang glanced at her, suddenly curling his lips, then leaned over, kissing Mo Wen on the face, "As you can see, I like n, so... don’t bother making an effort, unless you get a gender change, then maybe I can consider it!"
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Good night. (Anyone following up on Mo Bei?)
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