I Secretly Got Married To a Super Boss

Chapter 2260 Why do you smell so good?

 Wei Zheng knew that Qiao Mianmian would not blame him.

However, once Mr. Mo saw the injury on her face, he would probably get angry.

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“President Mo, the young lady is here.” Wei Zheng pushed open the door of the CEO’s office and stood at the door and said, “Mrs. Mo, please go in first, and I will make you a cup of milk tea.”

 Qiao Mianmian loves to drink milk tea.

 Having been here so many times, Wei Zheng had already figured out her preferences.

Qiao Mianmian nodded and walked into the office.

 Qiao Mianmian looked away from the laptop screen, raised her head, reached out and took off the glasses on the bridge of her nose.

He rubbed his brows and said, "Why didn't you tell me in advance that you were coming?"

Qiao Mianmian smiled: "What are you telling me? This is not my first time here."

Qiao Mianmian rarely sees Mo Yesi wearing glasses.

He looks particularly polite and polite when wearing glasses, and he has the feeling of a polite scum.

He is the kind of bad man who looks like a gentleman on the surface, but is actually very sultry.

 She actually thought...it looked pretty.

She walked over and picked up the glasses he put on the table: "Why do you wear glasses? Isn't it myopia?"

"No." Mo Yesi curled his lips, "These are not myopia glasses. They are just used to relieve eye fatigue."

"What's wrong with your face?" Mo Yesi noticed the redness and swelling on her face and frowned.

 “Oh, I accidentally touched the microphone.”

　　“Been touched by the microphone?”

"Um."

 “Where’s the microphone?”

“That’s the reporter downstairs.”

Mo Yesi's face suddenly turned even darker: "Those reporters haven't left yet?"

 Qiao Mianmian nodded: "Yes, I'm not leaving."

"Didn't I tell you not to accept interviews? Why are they still down there?" Mo Yesi's face was a little gloomy, "So you met them when you came over? Were you injured by the microphone in their hands?"

Qiao Mianmian saw that his face was very dark, so she walked to him, bent down and hugged his neck: "It's not a serious injury. The swelling will subside tomorrow. It was just accidentally touched. Don't look so ugly." ”

“Wei Zheng has asked the security guards to take the reporter away.”

Mo Yesi stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms.

 Qiao Mianmian fell onto his lap.

He lowered his head and touched the red and swollen area lightly with his long fingers: "Does it hurt?"

 “Yeah.” Qiao Mianmian nodded: “A little.”

 “I’ll send someone to buy you some medicine.”

 “No need, this will reduce the swelling on its own.”

"Why don't you use it?" Mo Yesi's tone was not gentle, but his eyes were extremely gentle. "If you don't apply medicine, what if you get inflammation? Don't they all say that your girls' faces are the most important, why don't you care about it at all? Don’t care about your face, huh?”

After Mo Yesi finished speaking, he called a secretary in and asked the secretary to go to the pharmacy to buy some anti-swelling and anti-inflammatory rubs.

 Wait until the secretary leaves.

Qiao Mianmian lay on Mo Yesi's chest. He leaned into the collar of his shirt and took a deep breath.

A man's low laugh came from above his head: "What are you smelling? I don't seem to have the smell of women's perfume on me."

"It's not a woman's perfume, it's your own body fragrance." Qiao Mianmian took a deep breath as she spoke, "Mo Yesi, why do you smell so good?"

Mo Yesi said with a smile: "Smells good?"

 “Hmm, it smells very good.”

 She really likes the smell of him.

 No man's breath smells better than Mo Yesi's.

 (End of this chapter)