100 Days of Honey Wars: Dictatorship Boss, flirt

As soon as he turned around, Jiang Luyao blocked his way, raising his eyebrows lightly: "Are you guilty?"

The more Qiao Mucheng behaved like this, the more she felt that there was something wrong with him.

Was he trying to hide something?

Qiao Mucheng frowned slightly as he looked at Jiang Luyao who was blocking his way.

"What's the meaning of the share transfer contract? Your compensation?" Jiang Luyao looked at his attitude, stopped holding on to the question just now, and directly asked the question that had puzzled her all day.

From Qiao Mucheng's reaction, she knew that he deliberately concealed it. Since she intentionally concealed it, even if she continued to ask, she would only be rejected. Instead of being rejected, she might as well ask something that is easier to know from him.

Looking at her puzzled expression, Qiao Mucheng's dark and gloomy eyes became deeper and deeper, "What do you think it means?"

"If it's compensation, then I'm sorry, I don't just want a subsidiary of the Imperial Group. If you want to use these petty profits to force me to leave, then I want to tell you that you underestimate me, because Mrs. Joe's I am very greedy for identity. You should have known this six years ago." Jiang Luyao's voice was gentle and sweet, flirtatious, but it exuded evil and provocation that could not be controlled.

The two of them stood so close that she could even smell the familiar smell on his body, which to her was like poppy, soaked in poison.

Up to now, she felt that she didn't need to pretend anything in front of Qiao Mucheng.

It may be more beneficial to him to show his cards with such naked appropriateness.

All these decisions started when she noticed his secret just now.

Qiao Mucheng could feel her breathing, and from the corner of his eyes, he could see the beauty on her chest. The familiar face that was close at hand was much more stubborn than it was six years ago.

Knowing the purpose of her coming back this time, he still willingly fell into the trap set by her. Knowing that she was a fire, he was also willing to jump on her, and he was willing to love her.

"It means whatever you think it means." After finishing speaking, Qiao Mucheng missed her body and walked towards the door of the living room. When he passed by her, he stood still and looked at her sideways: "If you want the Imperial Group , then take it according to your ability, and wait for it at any time."

After all, lift your foot and leave.

Hearing the footsteps behind him gradually disappearing, Jiang Luyao clenched and clenched his hands, then loosened them again, and narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked into the night.

"Madam, it's cold outside, put on some clothes." Ah Qi came out of the living room and stood beside Jiang Luyao, with a coat on her arm.

Ah Qi really didn't understand why when the husband came out just now, he didn't take out a coat, but asked him to bring out a coat when he went in, and told him not to talk too much.

Between husband and wife, is it necessary to do so much?

Wouldn't it be better to promote the relationship between the two of you if you cared about this kind of thing by yourself?

"Ah Qi, what do you say... What is the last name of the Imperial Group?" Jiang Luyao turned around, not in a hurry to pick up the jacket in Ah Qi's hand, but jokingly asked a question that Ah Qi could not understand.

"Mr.'s surname is Qiao, and the Imperial Group belongs to Mr., so naturally the surname is also Qiao." Ah Qi replied without thinking, with a tone of course.

After hearing Ah Qi's answer, Jiang Luyao looked at him without speaking, the corners of his lips slowly opened, and after a few seconds, he put on his coat and said to Ah Qi: "Thank you for your coat, it's getting late , go to bed early." Then he left.

Looking at Jiang Luyao's disappearing back, Ah Qi muttered softly, "If your surname is not Qiao, could it be that your surname is Jiang?"

After muttering, the inscrutable smile that Jiang Luyao left for him before he left instantly appeared in Ah Qi's mind, and a sense of belated annoyance rushed into his heart, and while feeling his brain congested, he muttered: " Ah Qi, are you out of your mind? You should answer that half the surname is Qiao and the other half is Jiang..."

After Jiang Luyao returned to the room, he did not rush to sleep, but took out his laptop.

Turn on the laptop, turn it on, click on the search page, quickly type the word "Qiao Mucheng" in the search bar with slender fingers, and then press the Enter key.

Looking at the displayed page, Jiang Luyao slid his index finger on the mouse back and forth, hoping to find some information about Qiao Mucheng from the Internet, or even a little information about the woman behind him.

His eyes stared at the interface, from character experience, social information, to emotional experience. When he saw the blank of emotional experience, the last tiny hope in Jiang Luyao's heart was shattered.