I Secretly Got Married To a Super Boss

Chapter 531: Why is he always the one who gets hurt?

Chapter 531 Why is he always the one who gets hurt?

 If he has to keep his promise to her, it will be difficult for him in the future.

 He can promise her anything, but he can't do it without touching her.

"Okay, please leave me alone." Qiao Mianmian knew that he was busy with work and had many things to do, so she said to him very sensibly, "Go and do your work quickly, there is no need to press my button anymore."

 She held down Mo Yesi's hand that was still massaging her thigh.

 After pressing it for a while, the uncomfortable feeling in his body had actually eased a lot.

ˆ "叩叩叩"

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Wei Zheng's voice sounded at the same time: "Mr. Mo."

"Come in."

Mo Yesi combed Qiao Mianmian's long black soft hair with his fingers, held her little hand behind his back with his other hand, and gently squeezed her tender palm.

When Wei Zheng opened the door and walked into the office, what he saw was this scene of dog abuse.

 His family has always given priority to work. Once he gets to work, he devotes himself wholeheartedly to official matters. Mr. Mo, who would never desert during work, does not sit at his desk and concentrate on official matters as he thought.

 Instead, he held the young lady in a sticky posture and sat on the sofa.

The moment Wei Zheng just walked into the office, he saw his Mr. Mo lowering his head and kissing the young lady.

The young lady was probably shy, so she blushed and pushed him.

Mr. Mo then grabbed the young lady’s little hand and kissed the back of her hand again.

 Wei Zheng: “…”

 Why is he always the one who gets hurt?

 Can't they care about him as a single person and consider how he will feel at this moment?

 Qiao Mianmian felt embarrassed to be so petty in front of Wei Zheng.

 So she wanted to push Mo Yesi away.

 But the man did not allow her to leave. He held her waist tightly with his arms, confining her in his arms.

 “What’s the matter?” Mo Yesi held the warm-scented nephrite in his arms and looked at Wei Zheng with evil eyes.

  It seemed to be telling him: If it wasn't something particularly important, he would be dead.

Contacting his gaze, Wei Zheng trembled and said hurriedly: "Mr. Mo, Mr. Zhang from Shengyue is here and waiting for you in the living room."

"Mr. Zhang?" Mo Yesi raised his eyebrows and nodded, "Okay, I understand. Let me wait for you first, and I'll be there right away."

"yes."

After Wei Zheng finished speaking, he immediately turned around and strode out of the office.

 After all, the dog’s life is at stake.

Mo Yesi looked down at the girl in his arms and said gently: "Baby, I have to leave for a while. When I come back, we will go out to eat, okay?"

“Well, go ahead.” Qiao Mianmian nodded and responded obediently.

She didn't dare to delay his work. After all, a man like Mo Yesi's time was calculated in terms of money, and she couldn't afford to delay him.

Her cute and well-behaved appearance made Mo Yesi very fond of her. Tenderness surged in his chest, and he couldn't help but pinch her chin and kiss her.

 By the time he left the office, it was ten minutes later.

 The man left with a satisfied look on his face.

On the sofa, Qiao Mianmian's eyes were blurred, her lips were red and swollen, and she was breathless from his kiss.

   *

 The lunch was scheduled at a place with a nice environment, it looked very atmospheric, and it was very suitable for a date.

 After dinner, because Qiao Mianmian had to go to school to ask for leave, Mo Yesi asked Uncle Li to take her to school first.

As Qiao Mianmian was approaching school, she suddenly remembered something when she saw a pharmacy on the opposite road.

 She asked Uncle Li to pull over.

Mo Yesi frowned slightly, looked out the car window, and asked doubtfully, "Why are you parking here? I haven't arrived at your school yet?"

 (End of this chapter)

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