Young Master Mo, you have been tricked

Lin Jiawei was a little confused by the scolding, she didn't see Su Mi come out at all, how could there be nothing in the office?

She was looking for an opportunity to confirm, when the general secretary Tang Jing walked in and said: "Everyone is off work now, and the next time will be busy with new projects. I am afraid that we will have to work overtime frequently. Don't work overtime today."

When everyone heard this, they all started to pack their things and leave work. Lin Jiawei wanted to dawdle for a while to see what happened, but the general secretary kept hanging around the door. She couldn't be too outstanding, so she had to leave work with everyone.

Tang Jing is a woman in her 30s, she is very strict and doesn't like her, so Lin Jiawei is a little afraid of this woman.

Lin Jiawei is also aware of the other party's hostility. After all, she can't sit in the president's secretary's office on her terms, so she has always been low-key, hardworking, and cautious.

It was getting late and night was falling, and a dim light was on in the lounge, and the lights and neon lights of thousands of houses were shining outside the window.

Su Mi slumped on the bed without any image, watching Mo Hanchen standing beside the bed buttoning his buttons in a serious manner, with a cold and restrained expression, he couldn't tell at all that this was the crazy man who just went from the desk to the bathroom and then to the lounge.

He buttoned the buttons without haste, slowly smoothed the cuffs, glanced at her, and said lightly, "Get up, and take you to eat."

Su Mi didn't intend to start, she said casually, "I have something for you, take the key from my bag and ask your assistant to take out the box in my car."

Mo Hanchen never bothered to do this kind of errand, but when he heard that something was being given to him, he turned around and walked out without saying a word.

Ren Zhe brought up the box, but it was Tang Jing who carried the box to the door. After all, she was afraid of seeing something she shouldn't see, so it was safer for a woman to deliver it.

When Mo Hanchen took the box to the lounge, Su Mi had already got up, but she was wearing the shirt he had changed and was swaying casually in the room. There was nothing under the shirt, and a pair of straight legs were dangling in front of his eyes. I felt a bloody smell surging in my throat.

this woman...

Suddenly, Su Mi ran over, took the box and opened it. Inside the box lay an embroidered cheongsam with a delicate neckline that caught the eye.

Mo Hanchen glanced at it, wasn't it for him?His expression was a little indifferent.

But Su Mi said with an expression of asking for credit: "Does it look good? It's for your mother, don't say I made it!"

Did she do it herself?He asked, "Why?"

Su Mi said cautiously: "Oh! I think your mother doesn't like me a little bit!"

Mo Hanchen's expression softened, and he walked over and sat beside her, reaching out to touch the clothes, but she quickly grabbed his hand, and said nervously: "Don't scratch the silk, I've been embroidering for a long time !"

She actually embroidered it by herself.

He put his hands around her waist, held her in his arms, looked down at her and asked, "Don't leave your name, isn't it embroidered for nothing?"

"It's only white embroidery if it's not worn by famous people! As long as it looks good on her body, I'm satisfied." Su Mi said with a smile on her face.

This was the second weapon she used to attack him. It was indeed embroidered for a long time. She originally planned to sacrifice this dress if he ruthlessly drove her out of the house. Who would have thought that everything would go well.

But Mo Hanchen's fucking reaction just now made her decide to take out her clothes now.

After all, his mother's sudden attack was so strange that she had to be extra careful just in case.

Mo Hanchen picked her up and put her on his lap, circled her and asked, "What did you say in the car that day? Huh?"