Wei Zheng knew that Qiao Mianmian would not blame him.

However, if Mr. Mo sees the wound on her face for a while, he will probably get angry.

*

"Mr. Mo, the young lady is here." Wei Zheng pushed open the door of the president's office and stood at the door and said, "Mrs. Shao. Go in first, I'll make you a cup of milk tea."

Qiao Mianmian loves to drink milk tea.

After coming so many times, Wei Zheng had already figured out her preferences.

Qiao Mianmian nodded and walked into the office.

Qiao Mianmian moved her eyes away from the laptop screen, raised her head, reached out and took off the glasses on the bridge of her nose.

He rubbed his eyebrows and said, "I won't say anything to me in advance if I want to come."

Qiao Mianmian smiled and said, "What are you doing? This is not the first time I've been here."

Qiao Mianmian rarely sees Mo Yesi wearing glasses.

He looked very gentle and gentle when wearing glasses, and had a gentle and scum.

He is the kind of bad man who looks very gentleman on the surface but is actually very introverted and sexy.

She actually thought... it looked pretty good.

She walked over and picked up his glasses that were on the table: "Why are you wearing glasses? Could it be myopia, right?"

"No." Mo Yesi curled his lips, "This is not myopia glasses. It is just used to eliminate eye fatigue."

"What's wrong with your face?" Mo Yesi noticed the redness and swollen part of her face and frowned.

"Oh, I was accidentally touched by the microphone."

"Is it touched by the microphone?"

"Um."

"Where is the microphone?"

"It's the reporter downstairs."

Mo Yesi's face suddenly became even more ugly: "There aren't those reporters leaving yet?"

Qiao Mianmian nodded: "Yeah, I didn't leave."

"Didn't I say I won't accept the interview? Why are they still below?" Mo Yesi's face was a little gloomy, "So did you meet them when you came here? Was it hurt by the microphone in their hand?"

Seeing that his face was so dark, Qiao Mianmian walked to him and bent down to hug his neck: "It's not that serious injury, it will be able to swell tomorrow. I just encountered it accidentally, so don't look so ugly."

"Wei Zheng has asked the security guard to take the reporter away."

Mo Yesi reached out and pulled her into his arms.

Qiao Mianmian fell on his lap.

He lowered his head, and his slender fingers gently touched the red and swollen place with extremely light force: "Does it hurt?"

"Yes." Qiao Mianmian nodded: "A little bit."

"I'll ask someone to buy you some medicine to wipe it."

"No, this will reduce the swelling by itself."

"Why don't you?" Mo Yesi's tone was not gentle, but his eyes were extremely gentle. "If you don't apply medicine, what if you get inflamed? It's not that everyone says that your girls' faces are the most important. Why don't you care about your face at all, huh?"

After Mo Yesi finished speaking, he called a secretary in and asked the secretary to go to the pharmacy to buy some anti-swelling and anti-inflammatory medicines.

After the secretary left.

Qiao Mianmian lay on Mo Yesi's chest, and he leaned over the collar of his shirt and took a deep breath.

A man's chuck came from above his head: "What are you smelling? It doesn't seem like a woman's perfume smell."

"It's not the perfume smell of women, it's your own body fragrance." Qiao Mianmian took a deep breath as she spoke, "Mo Yesi, why do you smell so good?"

Mo Yesi said with a funny look: "Why smell?"

"Yeah, it smells very nice."

She really likes the smell on him.
Chapter completed!