Divorce contract: President please sign

The Mid-Autumn Festival has passed, but the weather is still not cool. It is still extremely hot at noon, and the sunlight outside is so strong that it is dazzling.

Mo Changan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office on the top floor of Qiao's, looking at the midday sun outside, he couldn't help but sighed softly.

"What's the matter? Mr. Mo, why did you sigh so well?"

Meng Cheng just came in to bring her a drink, and asked a question when she heard this.

Mo Changan looked back at her, smiled slightly, and pointed out, "The sun is too poisonous, and I know how hard it is to start construction on this day, but after a while when the weather cools down, there will be more rain, and the project will be difficult." There will be delays, so we can only let those construction workers step up to start work this day, such a hot day..."

The smile on Mo Changan's face became more and more helpless, "I always feel that I am becoming more and more like a capitalist who kills without blood..."

Meng Cheng smiled and put the cup in her hand down on her table, and then said, "Haha, but Mr. Mo, your feeling like this proves that capitalism still has a conscience, doesn't it?"

"You can comfort people." Mo Changan smiled, sat down on the chair, and drank from a cup. It was her favorite avocado milkshake, and now the people in her secretary's office can do it very well. up.

Shen Boyan asked that Shen's store to deliver a box a week. She ate it early and late. Although she wasn't tired of eating, she felt that she might soon be getting ready.

"Recently, Meng Shuang has done a good job. I have read all the meeting minutes she made. They are very detailed. She is as serious as you in the past. She is a talent." Mo Changan praised, raised his eyebrows Looking at Meng Cheng, he continued, "Don't be so strict with her. Isn't she still young? Let her do it slowly. Don't be so aggressive with her. I saw her doing it last time. Wiping tears secretly alone in the tea room, you are really incompetent as a sister."

Meng Cheng looked slightly embarrassed, but said nothing.

It's just that Mo Chang'an thought about it and felt that he didn't seem to be a competent sister. It seemed that he had no position to criticize Meng Cheng, so he didn't say anything.

Think of the name sister.

The tip of her eyebrows twitched slightly, and a sunny and heroic smile appeared in her mind.

The big boy who always opened his mouth and kept calling her sister.

So people just don't think about it, and suddenly think of that child Bai Luo in their minds.

After going out for dinner with Shen Boyan at noon, when I came back to the company, I learned that there was a visitor.

It was indeed Bai Luo.

He has darkened a lot, his complexion has been tanned to a healthy wheat color, he is still young and handsome, and he still smiles brightly, showing a row of white teeth.

Sitting on a chair in the reception room, wearing a simple attire, T-shirt and denim shorts, still carrying a backpack, sunglasses hanging on his chest, and a peaked cap hanging on the bag.

He cut his hair neatly. Mo Changan looked at his ball head and couldn't help being stunned for a moment. It was the first time he saw a young boy cut his head so well.

He seemed a little tired. He didn't know what to do before, and the sweat on his forehead hadn't dried yet, so his forehead looked greasy.

At noon, he seemed to be a little sleepy, sitting on the chair and dozing off bit by bit.

He woke up when he heard footsteps, and when he saw Mo Changan standing at the door, he was overjoyed, and immediately jumped up from the chair with a smile on his face, "Sister! Me, me! Changkang!"

Mo Changan frowned slightly. The name Changkang always made her feel a little strange for no reason.

It's just that Bai Luo's smiling face is hard to refuse. Mo Changan frowned slightly and said, "Changkang, what Changkang, are you sesame oil? It's a hot day, it's noon, don't take a good rest, come to me to make it What?"

Mo Changan said this grumpily, but looking at his oily forehead, he couldn't help but took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to him, "The sweat on his head is so dirty, wipe it off quickly. .Sweaty all over."

Bai Luo was not angry, but was even happier after hearing what she said. He took the handkerchief and wiped his forehead vigorously, then put the handkerchief back into his pocket.

Only then did he stand beside Mo Changan, and said proudly, "I don't stink, I smell very fragrant, if you don't believe me, smell it."

Mo Changan was a little helpless, for some reason, it seemed that she had always been very helpless towards this boy.

It's just that he just stood beside her so tall, the breath on his body passed into her nostrils leisurely, and it really didn't smell bad.

Fragrant, slightly fresh.

Mo Changan pointed to the chair, "Sit down, have something to drink, I'll ask the secretary to bring it over."

For such a half-grown boy, she didn't have much malice, and sometimes she was a little friendly.

She sat down first, only to feel that her legs were liberated, and she really didn't need to stand when her belly was big.

"Drink ice water. Have more ice cubes." Bai Luo didn't feel embarrassed, so he said it directly, and then sat down next to Mo Changan, with a sunny smile on his face, "I just went to the gym and came out , That's why those who have taken a bath will not smell bad, otherwise it will be like what you said, sister, covered in stinky sweat."

As he spoke, Bai Luo began to rummage through his backpack, trying to get something out of it, but as soon as he raised his hand, he couldn't help but gasped, as if it was pain.

Mo Changan frowned, "What's wrong? Where is the injury?"

Seeing him raise his hand to cover his shoulder, it must have been injured on the shoulder, Mo Changan moved quickly, his fingers quickly lifted up the short sleeve of his T-shirt, and the large bruise on the shoulder came into view.

She frowned, "Did you fall?"

After thinking for a while, no, "Are you fighting with someone?"

I still remember that this kid has very good skills.At that time, he didn't see him suffer a lot when he was facing several times. This injury, could it be that he fell out of it?

Mo Changan stretched out his hand to poke the bruise, and Bai Luo grinned at the side, "Sister, be merciful, it hurts..."

He said aggrievedly, and then pulled down the short sleeve of the T-shirt to cover the bruise, "I didn't fight anyone, but it's considered a fight... You know I practice wrestling Well, so my skills are better. Brother, he gave me a fitness card very early on. I have been going there all the time. I am invincible, but I went today and found a new taekwondo coach. I am good at fighting. Taekwondo has always been practiced for fun, it is relatively weak, and it turned out... that's it."

Speaking of this, Bai Luo thought of the female taekwondo coach who didn't have much expression but was so good at it...

He's so handsome, it's the first time he was hurt by a woman.