Leng Aojun is three and a half years younger

Wei Xiao raised his eyebrows, accidentally let her go, nodded, and stepped into the elevator by himself.

After a while, the elevator quickly reached the nineteenth floor, which is the advertising department.

It was approaching five o'clock in the evening, Tan Ke entered the office, and explained to Jun Tingmo in an orderly manner: "Master, Yunduo Company just sent us a temporary message, saying that we agreed to meet at eight o'clock in the evening."

"An's Group has just sent this advertising plan, let you see if it is qualified."

"There are also two brothers from the Liang family who have come up to you many times, hoping to cooperate with us in the field of spaghetti and half."

"and also……"

"Everything will be dealt with tomorrow." Jun Tingmo coldly refused after writing the last stroke on the document.

After he finished speaking, he got up, took his suit from the side, put it on, and left.

Tan Ke was stunned for a moment, put down the file decisively, and followed.

Sure enough, there were constant calls on the road. After Tan Ke picked it up, he calmly explained that Jun Tingmo was not free, and if possible, he would make an appointment tomorrow.

Many people agreed, after all, some things, it's okay to be late.

After Tan Ke answered the phone, he saw the car stopped. He looked out the window, and he saw a cafe with a very warm decoration style beside the road.

Although Luo Qingqian was not seen, his young master had already walked in.

After a while, Tan Ke ordered the driver to take him back to the company, and then pick up Jun Tingmo.

"Excuse me, sir, is there any space?" The male waiter saw Jun Tingmo appearing, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

"Room 08." Jun Tingmo said coldly, and the male waiter didn't dare to delay, and quickly welcomed him in.

It wasn't until the man entered the room that the male waiter breathed a sigh of relief. Although the man hadn't said anything just now, even more
He didn't do anything to him, but the demeanor all over his body made him breathe lightly subconsciously.

As soon as Jun Tingmo entered the room, he saw the girl lazily leaning on the sofa by the window, reading a book with an unknown name in her hand, and beside her was a cup of warm coffee that smelled fragrant.

This beautiful scene made a soft light flash in his eyes, and he approached slightly dotingly.

At this time, Luo Qingqian seemed to have noticed something, and turned around quickly, seeing him, a smile flashed across his eyes.

"A Ting, you're here. Is it cold?" She took Jun Tingmo's hand and exhaled a few times.

A look of tenderness flashed in Jun Tingmo's eyes, and with a stretch of his long arms, he hugged the girl into his arms, and Luo Qingqian changed from sitting on the sofa to sitting on his lap.

"Ah..." She subconsciously exclaimed, and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

Jun Tingmo's eyes darkened slightly, he lowered his head and kissed her lips, "Have you had dinner yet?"

"No." Luo Qingqian shook her head obediently, "By the way, I haven't seen Little Baozi these days, I miss him so much."

"We'll see you soon." Every time Luo Qingqian asked Xiao Baozi, Jun Tingmo always answered her like this.

Luo Qingqian's eyes were slightly curious, but she didn't continue to ask.

Afterwards, the two ate outside before returning to the imperial palace.

In the evening, just as Luo Qingqian came out of the bathroom, the man appeared out of nowhere, hugged her suddenly, buried his head on her neck, and felt affectionate.

Luo Qingqian's cheeks were slightly red, and she whispered, "Ah Ting...be gentle, it hurts so much."

"Hey, Qianqian." Jun Tingmo's eyes were slightly red, and Luo Qingqian felt very distressed when he saw it, and the shyness in his heart disappeared instantly.