After rebirth, he was favored by the CEO

Mo Jingyu stood up, grabbed his neck and pushed him onto the table.

There was a clang, and Lu Tingfei's eyes were filled with pain. Mo Jingyu's fist landed on top of his head. Lu Tingfei, who originally thought it was going to fall on his face, closed his eyes tightly.

However, Mo Jingyu finally changed his direction and punched the table less than two centimeters away from his face.

Then Mo Jingyu's voice was heard: "I don't know that people die from talking too much? Don't be afraid of death, just keep working."

"Mo Jingyu, you look like the kind of rabbit that's been cornered."

Several people waiting outside the office heard the sound of things breaking in the room. You looked at me and I looked at you. No one dared to go in.

After all, the person inside is Mo Jingyu...

Zhou Yuan and Fang Han looked at each other and involuntarily picked up Mu Yiyi's cell phone.

There will be a connection soon.

"Madam, Mr. Mo has a little problem in the office now. Can you come and persuade Mr. Mo? When Mr. Mo loses his temper, we really don't dare to come forward..."

"Okay, shall I pick you up now? What is your location?"

"Don't come to pick me up. Put together a manuscript of what happened today and send it to me. I don't have time to listen to you now. The manuscript should be short and concise."

Then, Zhou Yuan hung up without giving him a chance to speak.

It happened to be today, she drove here by herself.

Although I don't know what happened now, there were only a handful of times when Mo Jingyu was angry, so something terrible must have happened.

Zhou Yuan was still confused after hanging up the phone. Several people looked at him and asked curiously: "What did you say? Did your wife say where to pick her up?"

"My wife said that we don't need to pick her up and she can come by herself. Also, let us write a manuscript of today's events from beginning to end and send it to her..."

"Manuscript?"

Several people spoke in unison.

Zhou Yuan nodded resentfully.

Mr. Mo didn’t know what was going on inside, but they were actually thinking about how to write the manuscript outside!

Strange painting style!

In less than 10 minutes, Mu Yiyi went directly from the research institute to the downstairs of the Mo family, and successfully performed what speed and passion is on the road.

It had been a long time since she had raced a car, and this was one of the few times she had done so.

Mu Yiyi has come to the company several times, and everyone at the front desk knows her. No one dares to stop her, so she took advantage of this period of time to read the manuscripts sent to her by several people.

Logically speaking, Mo Jingyu would not be so impulsive.

How could it happen this time...

Everyone heard the elevator ringing and went to the door to pick it up one by one.

Seeing that the person coming was Mu Yiyi, everyone breathed a visible sigh of relief.

There was still the sound of things breaking in the office. Zhou Yuan and others felt their hearts tighten when they heard this, and they all looked at Mu Yiyi with pleading eyes.

"Is everything clearly stated in the manuscript? Is there anything else you want to add?"

Zhou Yuan shook his head.

Mu Yiyi walked closer and heard the curses in the room.

"Mo Jingyu, even if you beat me to death today, the result will not change."

Mu Yiyi stopped the others with her eyes, and she gently opened the door a crack and squeezed in with her whole body.

As soon as he entered the door, a folder was thrown at him. Mu Yiyi was startled and involuntarily took a step back to avoid being hit.

Mu Yiyi's face suddenly brought Mo Jingyu back from his thoughts. As Mu Yiyi approached, Lu Tingfei had a chance to breathe.

Lu Tingfei's face was black and purple on the ground, and he was twitching on the ground holding his stomach. Seeing this, Zhou Yuan and others quickly came over and took Lu Tingfei away to the hospital.

Mo Jingyu looked at Mu Yiyi blankly, like a child who had done something wrong and was at a loss.

Mu Yiyi approached, pulled Mo Jingyu who was at a loss, pulled him to the sofa, gently held his legs and squatted in front of him and said softly: "What's wrong? Why did you lose such a temper suddenly? "

Mo Jingyu stared into her eyes for a long time.

Although Mu Yiyi didn't quite understand what he wanted to express, she still looked at him seriously.

Later, Mo Jingyu slowly spit out: "Aren't you afraid of me?"

"I'm not afraid, why should I be afraid?"

"Aren't you afraid of me like this?"

Mu Yiyi stood up, bent down and hugged him gently.

"I'm not afraid. Are you hurt?"

Mo Jingyu didn't answer, so Mu Yiyi changed the position of holding him, gently pulled his hand out from behind and held it.

Mo Jingyu broke away from her hand.

Mu Yiyi quickly grabbed him and sat next to him to check whether he was injured.

Why does it feel so wet and sticky?

Looking down, they saw that their hands were already stained with red.

Mu Yiyi was startled and forced his arm back in front of her face. She rolled up her sleeves and saw that there was a long wound on his arm that was bleeding out.

Mu Yiyi raised her head and stared into his eyes, but Mo Jingyu avoided it.

This was the first time he saw Mu Yiyi like this.

"Don't move here and wait for me."

Then walked away without looking back.

As soon as Mo Jingyu stood up and was about to hold her, Mu Yiyi stared at him and froze in place.

"Sit there, sit tight, and wait for me to come back."

"Where are you going?"

Mu Yiyi ignored him, and under Mo Jingyu's gaze, she went to the lounge to find the medical box and took it out.

Seeing that Mo Jingyu was still sitting there obediently, Mu Yiyi's angry expression eased.

As she got closer, she realized that Mo Jingyu's aggrieved expression suddenly made her even more angry.

She saw Mo Jingyu sitting on the sofa, staring at her with innocent eyes, making her feel like a sinner...

You can't look at it, you can't be fooled by this man's pitiful appearance!

Close your eyes, take a deep breath and let it out, walk to him and squat down, open the medical kit and put it next to him.

"Put out your hand."

The tone was still the same cold as before, but with a lot of tenderness added to the coldness.

Mo Jingyu used his other uninjured arm to pull him up, and was pulled onto his lap before Mu Yiyi could react.

The warm breaths blended together, and Mu Yiyi suddenly couldn't remember what she was angry about.

"Let's wrap it up this way."

Mu Yiyi raised her head and met his eyes that seemed to have an endless universe unexpectedly, and her heart skipped a beat.

Calming down, he opened the medical kit and performed the movements skillfully.

"Have you studied?"

Mu Yiyi gave him a blank look: "What do I do?"

"Oh."

Mo Jingyu said nothing, looking down at her movements.

The girl's delicate and slender hands moved on his arm. At this moment, it seemed that the world was quiet and there were only the two of them.

"All right."

Mu Yiyi bandaged up, looked at Mo Jingyu's affectionate eyes that seemed to be stretched, sat next to him, held his face and told him very seriously.

"Anyone who makes you angry is not a reason for you to hurt yourself, you know?"

"Is that why you're angry?"

Just after he finished speaking, Mu Yiyi said: "Yes."

"Are you worried about me?"

There was an uncertainty in his tone and a tremor in his voice that even he didn't notice.

Seeing him like this, Mu Yiyi suddenly thought of her previous daily routine.

She still didn't give him enough sense of security...