Li Yaqing is also a smart woman. She caught the hesitation in Mo Xiuchen's eyes. She continued while the iron was hot: "Mr. Mo, our ** Weekly is not an ordinary media newspaper, not only..."

"Cleaning the dust!"

Before Li Yaqing could finish her words, she was interrupted by Wen Ran who was walking behind Mo Xiuchen.

Wen Ran did not directly stop Li Yaqing from talking. She just called Mo Xiuchen's name, but with such a soft call, Mo Xiuchen immediately turned around. Li Yaqing's words did not have the meaning of continuing to say them.

"Ranran."

When Mo Xiuchen turned to look at Wen Ran, the coldness in his deep eyes instantly thawed, and the flowers bloomed in spring, and a trace of gentleness spread out.

Even if he couldn't see his face, Li Yaqing could feel the sudden warming breath of Mo Xiuchen. His voice "Ranran" seemed to seep into the deep affection and affection for a lifetime.

She felt envious when she listened.

Wen Ran's smile was bright and beautiful between her eyebrows and eyes. The happiness of a woman in love was unconcealed and filled with the corners of her eyebrows and eyes. She and Mo Xiuchen looked at each other, holding their hands together very naturally, ignoring the other people's fingers.

"Xiuchen, don't do anything you don't like to do for me. I don't want to show off any of the limelight, nor do I want all women in the world to envy you, nor do I want so many people to know your goodness."

Wen Ran didn't look at Li Yaqing. Since she walked from the sofa to the door, her eyes kept looking at Mo Xiuchen's handsome face.

Mo Xiuchen's slight hesitation just now suddenly dissipated into Wen Ran's gentle words.

He curled his lips and smiled, and said docitly: "Okay!"

"Mr. Mo..."

Li Yaqing's face suddenly changed.

Wen Ran then turned his gaze away from Mo Xiuchen and looked at Li Yaqing.

Li Yaqing pursed her lips and met Wen Ran's gaze with an elegant smile on her face: "Miss Wen, you are so unconfident, afraid that more women will snatch it from Mr. Mo?"

Wen Ran smiled softly, and Li Yaqing was not annoyed. Her smile remained on the delicately made face, but a touch of mockery passed by in the depths of her eyes:

"What are Miss Wen laughing at?"

Li Yaqing had never seen Wen Ran before, but she heard that in order to convince Mo Xiuchen, she did her homework. She felt that Wen Ran was not a very outstanding woman, she was just lucky. She saved Mo Xiuchen once, which made him miss him.

If it weren't for this, how could she, a childish little girl, be able to get into Mo Xiuchen's eyes?

There are several years apart between them. They all say that there is a generation gap of three years. There are two generation gaps between Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran. One is a shopping mall elite, smart, wise, handsome and cold. The other is a spoiled little woman who has just graduated and knows nothing.

In her opinion, it is childish and ignorant.

How can I compare with a professional woman like her? As long as Mo Xiuchen has no problem with his vision, he should like a woman like her who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

Wen Ran didn't respond, but just looked at Li Yaqing carefully. She was tall and beautiful, and was wrapped in a sexy body with a famous brand. She showed the charm of a woman in every move. Such a smile on her face was indeed elegant and beautiful.

Mo Xiuchen narrowed his eyes and saw Wen Ran looking at Li Yaqing, he endured it and didn't speak.

When the elevator door opened, two security guards ran out and came to them quickly. Li Yaqing frowned and was about to speak, but Wen Ran spoke first: "If I guess correctly, Miss Li, I am here today not for the so-called business, but to attract Xiu Chen's attention, right?"

Li Yaqing's face changed and she asked, "Can I do that? Miss Wen thinks that every time a woman appears beside Mr. Mo, it is your rival?"

Wen Ran chuckled and shook his head: "How could Miss Li think so? I don't think you are the rival of love. In fact, I don't think that any woman is my rival of love. It seems that Miss Li has a bit of a bias towards the word "Advantage of love."

Li Yaqing!

Wen Ran has seen her photos, not only her own photos and archives, but also her photos of the ten women who Mo Jingteng wanted Xiu Chen to date blind dates.

Of course it was not what Xiu Chen told her.

She knew that Li Yaqing was a woman with a successful career, strong ability, beautiful person, good family background, and a sense of superiority in her capillaries.

In Mo Jingteng's words, any woman he found for Xiu Chen was better than her Wen Ran.

Wen Ran does not deny that there are more women who are better than her. In fact, she also feels that she is not perfect, not smart, nor excellent, and she even has many shortcomings.

But who is perfect? ​​The woman Mo Jingteng mentioned before is just a feeling of self-feeling that women in the world are not as good as her? Such a woman has elegance only on the surface, and she really doesn't like the arrogance that looks down on others in her bones.

The smile on Li Yaqing's face was a little stiff, and she was already angry, "Ms. Wen is really confident. She thinks you are the best and perfect woman in the world. Can anyone compare it to?"

"No, how could I be the best and perfect? ​​Miss Li is better than me, more beautiful than me, more charming and charming than me?" Wen Ran said with a smile, looking up at Mo Xiuchen, facing the gentle eyes he had been staring at her, and the smile between her eyebrows and eyes was stained with gentle happiness:

"I mean, as long as there is no other woman in Xiu Chen's eyes, then no woman will become my rival."

Wen Ran's tone was very light, and compared to the ridicule and hint in Li Yaqing's words, she seemed to be a simple chat.

However, this casualness, confidence and lightness made Li Yaqing's superficial elegance almost collapse. She pursed her lips and returned to the topic just now: "What does Miss Wen mean just now?"

"What do you mean?" Wen Ran blinked and forgot!

Li Yaqing wanted to vomit blood, and her tone became slightly cold and hard: "Ms. Wen is so forgetful. What do you mean by saying just now, I want to attract Mr. Mo's attention?"

Wen Ran felt suddenly, "Isn't Miss Li?"

"Of course not. I am the editor-in-chief of ** Weekly. I came to see Mr. Mo today to give him an exclusive interview."

Wen Ran looked at Li Yaqing's annoyance in surprise, and the smile between her eyebrows was calm. Qingli looked at Li Yaqing with a hint of coldness. Qinghong's watery eyes were fixed. "If Miss Li really did an interview, she should know the principle of making an appointment first. She would definitely not come to the door directly and force her to meet the interviewee. In addition, even if Miss Li doesn't wear professional clothes, she should wear it in line with your noble status. If I remember correctly, your dress is matched with a silk scarf, and the collar is exposed so much, which is easy to cause misunderstanding."

"you……"
Chapter completed!