The white moonlight gl

Early in the morning, when she received Mo Rantong's WeChat message begging for a hug, Feng Qing's face turned green. She didn't reply to the message, and even turned off her phone coldly.

As for Mo Rantong, Feng Qingshui can now separate her from the domineering, vindictive scum protagonist in the book.

However, this Mo Rantong is too clingy, neither like the protagonist Gong in the book, nor like the cold and restrained girl in her memory.

Feng Qingshui felt that she needed to take it easy.

At Mo's headquarters, Zhang Shuiyan saw that the president of his family was not working while holding his mobile phone, so he couldn't help coughing and asked, "President, did you quarrel with Miss Feng?"

Zhang Shuiyan has long been used to the two completely different sides of his own president. He pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, looking like I'm an expert.

Mo Rantong snorted softly, she looked away from the phone screen, her face was obviously wronged: "Qingqing won't reply to my messages."

Just for such a small thing?

He complained wildly in his heart, but on the surface, Zhang Shuiyan didn't dare to reveal half of it. He is Mo Rantong's special assistant and her confidant. .

He understood that, apart from the fact that the president of the company had compared the double quotient when dealing with Miss Feng, she was even more unfathomable than those rumors.

After pondering for a while, Zhang Shuiyan said: "Is it because Ms. Feng hasn't gotten up yet, I haven't seen it yet, should the president deal with the documents first, I have a lot of pressure there."

"No, if Qingqing doesn't promise to be nice to me for a day, I won't work for a day." I don't care about my subordinates at all. The word "work" has a strong accent in Mo Rantong, as if she wants to say something to someone through Zhang Shuiyan. Badass listen.

Zhang Shuiyan: "..."

With a decent smile on his face, Zhang Shuiyan's face was a little stiff, he was dumb for a while, and finally he couldn't control himself and lost his composure in front of his boss.

"Isn't that bad? Although the president's current assets are considered rich? But it's still a little short of getting married and raising a family?"

Knowing where Mo Rantong's weakness lies, Zhang Shuiyan began to lie against his conscience: "Miss Feng, at first glance, she is the kind of person who needs to be pampered carefully. Does the president really need to save money?"

Mo Rantong: "..."

His eyes lit up, then dimmed quickly, Mo Rantong bit his lower lip, and said: "No, I will save after I reconcile with Qingqing, and the current family fortune can last for a while."

Speaking of this, Mo Rantong suddenly raised his voice, urging Zhang Shuiyan: "Hurry up! Find someone to calculate my assets! I want to show it to Qingqing!"

"Uh, okay."

If he didn't understand Mo Rantong's character, Zhang Shuiyan might have thought she was joking, and left the CEO's office with a sad face. Zhang Shuiyan really wanted to hit the wall.

The richest man, her assets have to be checked until the year of the monkey. I guess after the check is over, he should also be buried by those backlogs, right?

"Qing Qing Qing Qing."

While reciting Qingqing's name, he called Feng Qingshui, and when he heard the busy tone on the phone, Mo Rantong's face turned red, and his mood became even worse.

After tearing Xiao Ling's photo into pieces and throwing it into the trash can, Mo Rantong strode away from the Mo family and went straight to the courtyard where Feng Qingshui was.

...

When Feng Qingshui turned on the phone, she received a call from Zhang Shuiyan.

That person did not know how many times he called, and as soon as the call was connected, he began to pour bitterness on her, saying that Mo Rantong was not working and only playing, and asked her to take care of it. His/their subordinates were about to cry, and their hearts were broken. super tired.

Feng Qingshui finished listening with a dark face, then hung up the phone awkwardly.

What can she say?What else can she say?

A certain person was sitting opposite her at this moment, and was still looking at her with that kind of very sad eyes, as if she had done something outrageous and unforgivable.

If she speaks harsh words again, she is afraid that she will cry.

"Qingqing, Xiao Ling, that's the Xiao Ling on the document. She really covets me. The thing written in the document is good, so annoying."

Frowning tightly, her voice was full of resentment, Mo Rantong saw Feng Qingshui put down her phone and had time to talk to her, so she began to express her grievances.

"You know Qingqing, apart from you, I hate others who are greedy, lustful, and lustful towards me. They are so annoying and dirty."

No, she doesn't know.

Taking a deep breath, barely suppressing the desire to be mad, Feng Qingshui poured water for the two of them before opening her mouth gently.

"Mo Rantong, don't you think you have changed a lot now? I remember when you were in high school, you were quite quiet, and I was the one talking all the time."

"Does Qingqing dislike me for talking too much?"

He understood Feng Qingshui's meaning in seconds, Mo Ran's pupils did not turn his eyes, and his face did not change: "But this is my truest appearance. At that time, I had nothing. I had strong self-esteem, but I was also extremely inferior. I didn't talk much because Qing I don’t understand what Qing said, and I don’t know the Internet buzzwords in brand car magazines, etc., I’m afraid that if I say something wrong, I will be laughed at by Qing Qing.”

"I don't want to be looked down upon by Qingqing."

Today's Mo Rantong has grown to be able to calmly face all the black history in the past, Feng Qingshui was choked by his words, and after a few seconds, she lowered her eyes: "I'm sorry, I don't know."

She once felt that she was considerate enough at that time, but she never thought that the girl's sensitive heart was accidentally pricked by her.

"Don't be sorry, Qingqing is fine, it's my own problem."

It's true, this person is very good, so good that Liao Wenyu he/they still can't forget it until now, snorted and snorted, staring at Feng Qingshui across the coffee table with ink-dyed pupils, eyes full of affection, Intense and intoxicating.

As soon as Feng Qingshui raised her head, she met her gaze.

The tips of her ears were reddish, Feng Qingshui looked away and picked up the glass to drink.

Mo Rantong smiled, maybe Qingqing didn't realize that she would drink water when she was nervous, and sometimes she would pretend to be calm and deceive herself and others.

"Cough, that."

Feeling cold, Feng Qingshui decided to give up this topic and talk about something else: "Don't you even go to work? What if you go bankrupt?"

Mo Rantong: "..."

"It's all Qingqing's fault. If Qingqing doesn't reply to WeChat, she won't be reconciled."

Feng Qingshui was helpless with Mo Rantong's shameless attitude, she stroked her forehead, feeling angry: "Then you also have to give me some time to think about it, don't stick to it all the time. me."

Feeling deeply that the brain circuits of the two are not on the same channel at all, Feng Qingshui thought about it and compromised.

"Okay, I promise, you can go back to work."

"Really?"

Unexpectedly, happiness came so suddenly. Seeing Feng Qingshui nodded again, Mo Rantong stood up excitedly and ran to Feng Qingshui, and pounced on Feng Qingshui: "Qingqing, you Did you really promise to make up with me? Did you lie to me? Qingqingqingqing, tell me you didn’t lie to me, tell me quickly!”

The sofa was very soft, but Feng Qingshui still felt a pain in her chest and back from being hit by Mo Rantong, and the corners of her eyes twitched fiercely, Feng Qingshui gritted her teeth and said, "Really."

If she sticks to her like this again, she should hit someone regardless of her image.

"Qing Qing Qing Qing, Qing Qing Qing Qing..."

Keeping calling Qingqing's name, Mo Rantong buried her head in Feng Qingshui's chest, trembling slightly.

The black-haired woman in a custom-made suit was actually not heavy. Feng Qingshui trembled her eyelashes, closed her eyes halfway, and put her hand on Mo Rantong's head.

The hair is very soft and fluffy. This person looks cold, but inside, he looks like a child. Feng Qingshui seems to have seen such a scene in a daze.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, mist lingers, celestial music sings, and under the golden locust tree, a woman in red caresses the locust tree branch, smiling but not smiling, not crying but not crying.

The picture quickly cracked, and Feng Qingshui quickly regained her senses. She patted Mo Ran's pupils, and started to chase people away: "Okay, you should go too, don't keep getting tired of me, I haven't heard that Xiu En loves to die Is it fast?"

Mo Rantong: "..." This person can really spoil the atmosphere!

Seeing that Mo Rantong didn't speak or get up, Feng Qingshui thought she was playing a child's temper again, so she softened her voice, like coaxing a baby.

"Hey, you're the president of hundreds of billions, and you have a heavy responsibility. Just now, Special Assistant Zhang cried to me. You go to work, and I'll chat with you at night, okay?"