Sweet!The boss in the Beijing circle seduces and pets the gentle and soft little fairy

Cen Yu has been in Yuncheng for so long, and this time he came to discuss a cooperation with the Qin family in Yuncheng.

Although the relationship between the two is good, there is also a clear distinction between public and private.

After communicating a few details, things are basically finalized.

Cen Yu was wearing a white shirt, the collar was buttoned up meticulously, restrained and restrained.

Qin Mo sat behind the desk with a cold and tired expression. Seeing that he didn't intend to leave for a while, he said calmly, "What's the matter?"

Cen Yu crossed his legs, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, "I saw the news on the Internet."

Qin Mo knew that what he should talk about was about himself and Jiang Wansheng.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, tapped his fingertips slowly on the clean table, his face was indifferent, "Want to send blessings?"

Cen Yu pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, "No."

Qin Mo looked at him for a while, and waited for his next words.

"Brother Qin is back."

Cen Yu used declarative sentences.

Qin Mo remained silent, but he almost guessed what this man was up to.

He leaned lazily on the back of the chair, fiddling with the ruby ​​of the tail ring.

Cen Yu still had a breezy appearance, and his voice was mellow, "Help me coordinate the time, I'll go to visit."

"What's the meeting?" Qin Mo sneered, "Tell them two that you are trying to pry a corner?"

"I didn't say that." Cen Yu still smiled.

Qin Mo's sharp eyebrows were pressed down, he examined him for a few seconds, and said calmly, "Take Qin Weizhao's initiative?"

Cen Yu was noncommittal.

"Still seducing others to take the initiative to chase after him." Qin Mo sneered, "Nephew and son-in-law have so many thoughts."

Cen Yu raised his eyebrows, his phoenix eyes under the golden silk frame were full of calculations, and he was as good as he was, "How can it compare to my little uncle."

Qin Mo curled his lips loosely, "It's really not as good as it is."

He has embraced the beauty back, but he is still struggling.

He kept his face calm, but he secretly planned to think about the secret he promised to Qin Weizhao.

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Chong Fei Garden.

Qin Weizhao went upstairs to video call his parents.

Ming Yu left soon after checking the time.

Jiang Wansheng was busy dealing with the messages and incoming calls on his mobile phone.

It's been too long since the phone was shut down, and I just focused on following the trending searches, but I haven't had time to reply.

When the public opinion was hot, his mother made a few phone calls and sent messages, but most of them accused her of not listening to her advice and going her own way, and finally suffered the consequences.And her father was silent all the time, not sending a single message.

Now that the matter was almost settled, Luo Muyan started to feel embarrassed to speak again, but her father's phone calls came frequently, and the greetings were very intimate.

But Jiang Wansheng just thought it was extremely ridiculous.

When the number of disappointments piled up, she would become numb and silent, and now she even felt bored.

She didn't reply to any of the two people, but only replied to the person on the "Haiying" side, expressing her gratitude.

At the same time, she called the Academic Affairs Office of Fuhua University to inquire about the progress of the result review.

The opposite answer should be able to announce the results during working hours tomorrow morning.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

It's finally coming to an end.

……

Qin Weizhao came down bouncingly after making the phone call.

"Sound baby, little uncle isn't coming back today?" Qin Weizhao looked at the time on his phone, it was already around six o'clock in the afternoon.

Jiang Wansheng shook his head, "I don't know either."

"You didn't ask?"

"I'm afraid it will affect his work. He must have a lot of things recently."

Qin Weizhao used to say: "Then you should come back at night. When I was young, I lived with my uncle. If he didn't come back at six or seven o'clock, he might not come back until very late."

Hearing this, Jiang Wansheng frowned slightly, "Has he always been this busy?"

Qin Weizhao took it for granted, "That's right, my little uncle was in power when he was young, and he was under a lot of pressure at that time."

Jiang Wansheng was a little silent, feeling a little bored.

Qin Weizhao took a glass of water and drank it, and asked in between, "Then what shall we have for dinner tonight, why don't we order takeaway?"

Jiang Wansheng regained consciousness, thought for a while, got up from the sofa, and walked to the kitchen wearing slippers, "Let me do it."

Qin Weizhao quickly stopped: "Don't, if my little uncle comes back and sees you cooking for me in the kitchen, I will be killed by his eyes."

Maybe, the 88 I just received this afternoon will be in vain.

Jiang Wansheng chuckled, his clear eyes were bent, and his voice was soft, "I'm too busy, I want to find something to do for myself."

She opened the refrigerator and looked, "But I can only make some simple ones. Do you like noodles?"

Qin Weizhao's almond eyes lit up, "Okay, I haven't eaten for a long time."

Jiang Wansheng smiled and took out some fresh vegetables from the refrigerator, "Okay, then go to the living room and wait."

Qin Weizhao walked into the kitchen enthusiastically, "I'll help you!"

Jiang Wansheng froze, hesitated for a long time and said, "Zhao Zhao, did you forget that last time you made love bento in the dormitory, it turned out to be a mess, and people passing by asked us if the bathroom exploded?"

Qin Weizhao was silent for two seconds.

Jiang Wansheng said quietly, "I still can't forget the way people looked at me when I came out of the dormitory in those days."

"..." Qin Weizhao smiled, "Excuse me."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked to the living room, with an arrogance written on his back that was incompatible with the kitchen.

Jiang Wansheng was washing the dishes with a smile on his brows and eyes, as clear and picturesque as a picture.

……

She stood in front of the kitchen counter, supporting the countertop with one hand, and stirring the hot noodles in the pot with the other.

With a slim figure, the apricot cotton nightdress reaches down to the calf and has a loose fit.

Thin shoulders, cold white neck, jade-like profile.

The mist curled up and wrapped the girl.

Warm and fragrant nephrite.

She was thinking about Qin Mo.

She felt a little distressed, not only wealth and status brought by being in power at a young age, but also pressure and fatigue that matched it.

He is always at ease, as if everything is under control, but he keeps silent about the hardships involved.

She stirred unconsciously, her thoughts wandering.

Suddenly, a powerful arm was wrapped around his waist, and a slight coolness came from behind him, and he could feel the rise and fall of the chest of the person behind him through the thin nightgown.

She was a little frightened, let out a soft cry, and turned to look at the man who was much taller than her.

He looked down at her, with a slight smile on his handsome and cold eyes, and he breathed hotly, "You're still distracted while cooking noodles, huh?"

As he asked, he reached out to hold her hand holding the long chopsticks, and she was forced to stir with his strength.

Leng Muxiang mixed with the fragrance on her body, she put her left hand on the arm around her waist, a little embarrassed, "It's nothing."

Qin Mo chuckled, and his loose and hoarse voice fell close to her ears, "Then I'll just pretend you miss me."

He hugged her tighter.

The satisfaction in my heart was full, and the tiredness of the day was miraculously soothed.

Never been so heart-warming.

Jiang Wansheng thought for a few seconds before asking, "Are you tired today?"

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows, and squeezed the big hand on her waist like a villain.

"Extremely tired."

Jiang Wansheng was blushing and heart beating because of his disturbance, but his heartache took up most of it, and he didn't accuse him of this small gesture.

"Then can you have noodles? Shall I make you something else?"

"It's not enough to eat noodles." He said meaningfully, "Maybe I have to eat something else."

"Then what do you want to eat?" Jiang Wansheng was defenseless.

"I can't eat now, can you bring me a warm cup of milk tonight?" Qin Mo seduced step by step, "I heard that drinking milk before going to bed can help you sleep."