The routine of marriage first and love later is slightly sweet

Lin Xiaosen glanced at the message again, and simply swiped it away. She was not willing to do such a thankless thing.

　Turning off the social software and turning on the camera, she gently pulled down her small suit a little, exposing half of her shoulders, then leaned against the car window, chose a nice angle and pressed the shutter.

　The car parked steadily in front of Jun's door, Jun Mofan snatched the phone from Lin Xiaosen, and pulled her into his arms, the two of them pressed tightly together, their movements were very ambiguous.

　Before Lin Xiaosen adjusted his posture, Jun Mofan pressed the shutter without hesitation.

　Lin Xiaosen sat up and straightened his clothes.

　"Hey, Jun Mofan!"

　Jun Mofan raised the corners of his mouth without hesitation.

　"Since I want to leave your photo on my phone, wouldn't the ambiguous group photo be more impactful?"

　Lin Xiaosen was devastated, he couldn't speak for him.In order to escape this suffocating atmosphere, she opened the door and left the scene without looking back.

　Jun Mofan watched her walk into the building, turned on the phone, clicked on the photo he just took, set it as the phone wallpaper, and then drove to the building behind.

　Lin Xiaosen touched his hot face, stomped his feet and cursed Jun Mofan a hundred times in his heart.

　That man always treats her like this.

　While pretending to be serious, she aggressively challenged her endurance limit over and over again.

　But for some reason, she didn't dislike his approaching these few times, as if she still enjoyed it a little.

　Not too radical, nor too alienated, he can always keep the most ambiguous distance between the two of them, making Lin Xiaosen deeply trapped in his ink-like eyes, unable to extricate himself.

　The relationship between the two has taken a big turn, and it seems that they have returned to the original state step by step.

　Embracing each other's small thoughts, they approached each other blushing and heartbeating.

　His domineering eyes, and the love words that make people blush and heartbeat; his inadvertent approach, and the familiar temperature of his palm all made her fall again little by little.

　What the hell does this happen?

　Lin Xiaosen just stood there, completely unaware of where he was.

　A small employee passing by in the company looked at her rosy face and dull expression, and approached her warmly to ask her.

　"Mr. Lin, what's wrong with you? Your face looks very red, are you sick? Do you need me to do anything?"

　Lin Xiaosen's thoughts were in vain, watching her wave her hands again and again.

　"No, I'm fine. Go and do your work."

　As if being poked into something, Lin Xiaosen left quickly and fled into her exclusive elevator.

　Jun Mofan, who parted with Lin Xiaosen, was in a good mood, with the air-conditioning and car windows turned on, he seemed to enjoy the feeling of the two worlds of ice and fire.

　There is often a smile on the corner of his mouth, and when passing by the employee area, every employee's face is full of expressions of astonishment.

　After all, when they were abroad, their boss never smiled. Occasionally bending the corner of his mouth was enough to make them gossip all day, but now he had a relaxed smile the whole time.

　Just thinking about it gives me chills down my spine.

　Only Zhou Ziyue knew what was going on.

　The order has basically been processed, and he can relax for a while.

　The gossip soul made him follow Jun Mofan into his office.

　After closing the door, he began to laugh out loud.

　"Hey, you're in such a good mood, did something good happen?"

　Jun Mofan raised his eyes, and what caught his eyes was Zhou Ziyue's obscene gaze.

　"Put away the inappropriate thoughts in your head."

　He suppressed his smile and turned on the computer. Zhou Ziyue had already sent today's successful cooperation orders to his mailbox. He opened the mailbox and began to proofread it one by one.

　"Okay, I know it even if you don't tell me. It's just that some people don't seem to be that happy."

　Zhou Ziyue glanced at the delicacies in the trash can, and clicked his tongue regretfully.

　Jun Mofan is in a good mood, and he doesn't want his gossip to ruin his rare good mood.

　"If you think there is too little work, I don't mind giving you more."

　Hearing the subtext in Jun Mofan's words, Zhou Ziyue thoughtfully planned to leave.

　"correct."

Jun Mofan took out an envelope from the drawer, "This is a sample of the opening invitation. You follow the list I made last time and send out all the invitations before this Friday. The banquet will be next Saturday."

　Zhou Ziyue took the envelope, "Okay!"

　After Irene came out of Jun Mofan's company, she called Han Rui to report the situation.

　As a result, the phone rang for a long time and no one answered, so she had to give up.

　Just after hanging up the phone, a person came out and blocked her way. She raised her head and saw a familiar face.

　The two sat opposite each other in the coffee shop. Irene gently stirred the sugared coffee with a spoon, and lowered her head so as not to look at the face of the person opposite.

　After searching for several days, she finally found her whereabouts. Su Mozhe was very happy, but he still restrained his emotions.

　"Why did you leave the hospital?"

　Hearing these words of concern or questioning, Irene suddenly felt ridiculous.

　"What position are you asking me?"

　She raised her head and looked at him no longer avoiding her eyes, but there was a hint of sadness and disappointment mixed in.

　"You left so suddenly that I had to change a nurse, which made me uncomfortable."

　"Heh." She thought there would be some earth-shattering reason, but she didn't expect, that's it?

　"It turns out that Mr. Su just regarded me as a nurse who served me in the end. I thought I was such an important existence in your heart, and it was worth you looking for me like this."

　Behind Irene's wry smile was her denial of herself, denying that she ever truly thought that the man in front of her liked her.

　"I just want to know if there is any reason for you to leave."

　Su Mozhe's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and it became increasingly difficult to see what the woman in front of him was thinking clearly.

　He didn't know what was the reason that turned the gentle and gentle her into this strange appearance. If it was his reason, then he couldn't forgive himself.

　"because of you?"

　Irene lowered her eyes. The lines on her coffee had been completely wiped away by her. When she raised her head, there seemed to be a trace of guilt and worry in the man's beautiful eyes. She really wanted to know, this innocent and harmless picture In the expression, how much is acting.

　"Isn't Su always too confident in himself? This is my business and has nothing to do with you. Or..."

　She changed the subject, "Could it be that Mr. Su has done something to be sorry for me, and he has a guilty conscience?"

　The black contact lenses she was wearing were like a solid black barrier, preventing Su Mozhe from seeing through her thoughts.

　He sighed, facing the sneer at the corner of her mouth.

　"Whether there is my reason or not. I just want to tell you that what you see is not the truth. Sometimes your real senses may be more real than some overheard words, depending on how you understand it."

　Su Mozhe's words made Irene's eyes light up.

　Her indifferent heart was shaken again.