Deserted Island: The Survival Journey of a Beautiful President

Hearing that Mo Qing wanted to start a self-media company, Han Ling said: "Then why don't I fund a self-media company for you?
That way you can be the boss and do what you want to do.”

At this moment, Mo Qing felt like being taken care of by a rich woman.

"There's no need for such a big fanfare. I just want to try. Whether I can succeed or not is another matter. There is no need to make such a big investment," Mo Qing declined.

Although being taken care of by a rich woman is very cool, but he is a man, he should not just be a little boy who is raised by a woman, but should start his own career down-to-earth.

When the career is shattered and the ideal is no longer, it is not too late to fall into the arms of the rich woman.

"You don't have to have a psychological burden on my investment in you, the company has invested more in foreign countries"

"In the company, you are not the only one who has the final say. I also have my own plans."

Although Han Ling is now the president of the Han Group, she still has to face a group of veterans on the board of directors.

When Mo Qing was still working in the group, he heard about the intrigue of the upper-level leaders.

Some old guys on the board of directors have a lot of opinions on Han Ling, a young junior.

Han Ling also endured the pressure and walked all the way to today.

"All right"

Seeing Mo Qing's insistence, Han Ling didn't say any more.

"By the way, I was talking about meeting your family earlier. When will I officially visit you?" Mo Qing asked.

Men should marry, women should marry.

The two have already reached the age to talk about marriage.

But before they get married, they must meet each other's parents.

Han Ling's eyes were complicated, she was biting the straw of the milk tea, as if she was thinking about what to say to Mo Qing.

"Did you encounter any problem?"

"There is no rush to see your parents. After a while, wait for your job to stabilize."

“Also good”

The two chatted for a while again.

Until Mo Qing felt a little tired, he stayed in the hospital all night last night, got up in the morning and took the car back to Rongcheng. He didn't have much rest.

"I'm a little tired, let's go back first"

"I'll see you off, the car is at the door"

Han Ling took Mo Qing's hand, but his eyes lingered on the girls at the next table for a while.

Head held up slightly, like a noble white swan.

Walking to the door, Han Ling said, "Do you know the girl who talked to you just now?"

"Oh. Came to strike up a conversation"

Han Ling held Mo Qing's hand tightly, "Have you added friends yet?"

"No, I'm not interested in this kind of brat"

Mo Qing turned her head, squeezed Han Ling's chin, and smiled charmingly, "I like you, Yujie."

"This is a public place, don't mess around!" Han Ling warned.

Mo Qing whispered next to her ear, "Does that mean you can mess around in a place where no one is around?"

Han Ling's eyes were bright, shy and excited, "Then why are you going to mess around?"

She put her hand lightly on Mo Qing's abdominal muscles, her nails running through the clothes.

This is really a grinding goblin.

After a fierce exchange of eyes between the two, Han Ling said, "Where are we going next?"

"Hotel"

It is impossible to go home, the atmosphere has been enhanced here, if you don't do something, you will be sorry for yourself.

"You drive the car"

Han Ling directly threw the Maserati car keys to Mo Qing.

Mo Qing took the key, "Please trust me, the old driver's skills, to ensure that the car can be driven safely and steadily, and the cooperation between the accelerator and the brake is close to perfect."

"rogue"

The two drove to the hotel.

After an hour and a half.

Mo Qing reluctantly looked at Han Ling who was getting dressed.

"Are you going back so soon?"

"Well, I have something to do at home"

"Be careful on the road, do you want me to call you a driver?"

Han Ling rolled his eyes at him, "It's not to the point where you can't drive, you friend, you step on the accelerator so hard, you don't have the smoothness that an old driver should have."

"on top"

Mo Qing got up with a smile, pulled Han Ling who was buttoning up, and kissed her fair neck with moist lips.

Han Ling couldn't stop the warm touch from the man. She reached out to push it away, but the force was very weak, and she felt like she wanted to refuse and welcome.

"No, don't, don't come, I'll get down to business later"

"Really not?"

Mo Qing exhaled hot air, and the air lingered around her ears, making her ears a little moist and itchy.

"I will never be subdued by your masculinity!" Han Ling said firmly.

Mo Qing whispered a few words in her ear.

Her face was a little ruddy again, and there was a look of curiosity in her eyes.

After half an hour.

"I'm really leaving this time, so stop messing around!"

Han Ling warned while buttoning his buttons.

"Well, be careful on the road"

Mo Qing repeated it again.

It wasn't until he saw Han Ling leave the room that he lay down on the bed again. Today was a really tiring day.

This sleep lasted until five o'clock in the afternoon.

Mo Qing was awakened by a phone call from his father, Mo Jianguo.

"Hey, Dad, what's up?"

"Where are you? Are you coming back for dinner?"

"return"

"Okay, don't stay out too late"

"Uh-huh"

After hanging up the phone, Mo Qing put on his clothes and left the hotel.

When I got home, it was already six o'clock in the afternoon.

In summer, the sky gets darker later, leaving more daylight for people.

The old man walked on the road with his grandson returning home from school, and the social animals returned home exhausted from work.

Tired birds return to the forest, this is a scene that is performed every day in the city.

The sound of cooking in some residents' homes can already be heard in the community. The lard is sizzling in the pot, and the smell permeates the whole street.

"Dad, Mom, Ayi, I'm back"

Mo Qing pushed open the door and shouted into the room.

Mother Yang Yujuan's voice came from the kitchen, "The dishes will be ready soon."

At this time, Ayi took a brisk walk and ran from the sofa to Mo Qing. She waved her sleeves, gave a blessing, and shouted: "The daughter of the people pays her respects to the prince!"

Mo Qing was dumbfounded, "This, is the Qing Dynasty restored?"

Mo Jianguo came over, and said with helpless eyes: "I'm afraid this girl is stupid and fascinated by watching TV dramas. As soon as I came back, she rushed over to call me the emperor, and said that the emperor is auspicious."

"Also call your mother the Queen"

Mo Qing remembered that before leaving home yesterday, Ayi should have watched a dog-blooded family drama, why did it suddenly become Gongdou?
"What TV show is she watching?" Mo Qing asked.

"It seems to be called something, Palace Lock Bead Curtain"

Mo Qing was a little lucky, because it was a time-travel drama. If he watched The Legend of Zhen Huan and The Legend of Mi Yue, it would be a lot of fun.

Maybe in the future, the family will have to stage Gongdou opera every day.

"Ayi, I bought you a mobile phone, and I will teach you how to use it later"

Mo Qing handed Ayi a paper bag.

In modern society, without a mobile phone, it is impossible to move an inch.

So it is necessary to teach Ah Yi to use a smartphone.

Ayi looked at Mo Qing's paper bag, "Thank you, the crown prince, for the reward, but this thing is too expensive, and the girl is afraid that the eighth elder brother will misunderstand it"

"..."