hi don't run

Han Mo stared wide-eyed, looked at Shao Wenfeng by the light of the parking lot outside, narrowed his eyes slightly and opened his mouth to let his tongue stick out in his mouth to stir and suck, then sucked his lower lip, biting hard go down.

"Hiss!" Shao Wenfeng felt the pain, stepped back and covered his mouth, looked down, his hands were covered with blood.

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth." He leaned over to look at Han Mo with a cold face, pinching his cheek with one hand, Shao Wenfeng wiped the blood from his lips onto Han Mo's mouth, and snorted coldly.

"Yeah, I've always been like this, don't you know?" Han Mo raised his hand and pushed him away, wiped the blood sticking to his mouth, and sneered coldly, "Yo, Mr. Shao's swollen lips are so sexy, I can't wait to see them It's hard, but sorry, I have to go to work, I don't have time to share with you, oops, what a pity."

Tsk tut twice, Han Mo raised his chin and left.

Kiss him?It also depends on whether he wants to be kissed by force.

Shao Wenfeng looked at the back of Han Molai and raised his heels, and licked the wound on his lips with the tip of his tongue, which smelled salty.

"Momo, you will be mine sooner or later!" He yelled at Han Mo who opened the car door and was about to get in the car, with a smile that was sure to win.Even though there was a wound on his lip and the whole lower lip was swollen very high, it didn't destroy his handsomeness at all.

Han Mo turned his head, held the door with one hand and raised his hand to raise his middle finger, raised his head and laughed dryly, then looked expressionlessly at Shao Wenfeng who was three meters away and snorted disdainfully, "Brother, you can deal with my son before you talk about it." Well, maybe on the day when he can talk, he will call you mom! Oh, don't forget to get my dad and your mom together by the way, bye."

After getting into the car and slamming the door, Han Mo started the car and drove away.

Shao Wenfeng watched the car he was going away and turned around to get into his own car. He sat in the driver's seat for a long time and raised his hand and slammed it on the steering wheel.

He knows what Han Mo means, and he understands even more that even if it seems that Father Han treats him very well and helps him, but if he knows the relationship between himself and Han Mo...

Shao Wenfeng sighed. It is unlikely that the old man would faint from anger, but he could rush to the kitchen and take out a kitchen knife to chop himself up.

Han Mo drove to the company, but Song Xinye pulled him away before he reached the office. He turned his head to look at the stern-faced man in puzzlement, raised his eyebrows, "Song Er, what's the matter?" bit Shao Wenfeng One sip, he was in such a good mood.

"Do you have a son? Where did you get your wife? Han Mo, do you still treat me as a brother, and you don't even tell me that you have a son?" Song Xinye was very excited, and yelled out in front of many colleagues and employees.

As a result, the big office fell silent for a moment, and then screams erupted from both men and women at the same time. They were all yelling for Han Mo to buy a wedding wine, and some people were yelling for a full moon wine and to see the baby.

Han Mo's eyes widened, and his sharp eyes swept across the booing employees, telling them to shut up instantly, "What are you shouting about, don't you treat guests with courtesy? How dare you eat without courtesy? Stupid!"

After saying this, he dragged Song Xinye into the office, and began to educate as soon as the door was closed, "Song Xinye, are you stupid? Are you stupid? Are you two? I think you take it all!" The eyeballs came out for a stroll.

"It's not that I want to yell loudly. Besides, it's obviously your fault, so why yell at me?" Song Xinye shrank his neck, even though he was a few centimeters taller and a few kilograms stronger than Han Mo, but ...He was still afraid that Han Mo would stare.

As long as Han Mo stares at him, he shrinks into a little chicken, honestly not daring to flop.That bit of viciousness with Zhang Mao is gone, tsk tsk, cute!

Han Mo snorted coldly, took out his phone and flipped through it, and threw the photo of the little baby in front of Song Xinye's face, raised his chin and pouted, "You're not cute, my son!"

It's such a cute little girl, if it had a tail, it would probably be able to stick up to the sky.

Song Xinye couldn't see clearly even though he was cross-eyed, so he could only lean his head back and reach for his mobile phone to look through it himself, smacking his lips while looking at it, and muttered, "Han Mo, your son is so beautiful and chubby, look Those big eyes, tsk tsk, really look like you."

Han Mo shook his head triumphantly, sat on the office chair and grinned, "That's right, it doesn't matter who gave birth, the son I gave birth to is of course mine."

After saying this, Song Xinye opened his mouth wide and stared at himself with a hellish expression.

Han Mo blinked, feeling a little puzzled.Is this guy crazy because of his surprise?

"Song Er, what do you want?"

"... Who did you say was born?" Song Xinye walked to the table and handed him the phone, sat on the chair, and stared at him without blinking.

Han Mo raised his finger and pointed at the tip of his nose, with a calm expression, "I gave birth, did Zhang Mao tell you?"

If you think about it with your heels, you know it was Zhang Mao who said it, Song Xinji doesn't have such a big mouth.

Song Xinye frowned and thought for a long time, and finally remembered.Zhang Mao seemed to have said something in the morning, but it turned out that he missed it.

"Who did you have the baby with?" He quickly accepted Han Mo's childbirth, but he was curious about which man was so capable and dared to do it to Han Mo.

Han Mo took out the blueprints and looked at him. He raised his eyelids and said, "What do you care about so much? Curiosity killed the cat. Let's redo the blueprints."

The corner of Song Xinye's mouth twitched, and he reached out to take the drawing and looked at it. There was nothing wrong with it.

"Is there a problem?" He looked again, but still didn't see it.

Han Mo snorted coldly, grabbed the drawing and patted it on the table, "What is this? What people want is sensational, what are you? Tragic? Sensational and tragic are the same concept? Song Er you One side of the brain melon seeds is water and the other side is flour, right? Go to the bar at night and shake it and it will turn into a paste!"

Song Xinye's face changed when he said it, that embarrassment.

"I let them change it."

"Change it, redo it, pass this set of plans, and change to another one." Han Mo drew a big cross on the blueprint with a pen, and looked at him coldly, "They are trash and you follow the trash, Song Xinye, let me tell you , if you are still so unprofessional, your salary will be deducted!"

Song Xinye twitched the corners of his mouth, nodded and went out with the blueprints in his hands, but he realized as soon as Han Mo's office door was closed that the topic just now had been diverted...

Annoyed, he turned his head and stared at the office door he was accustomed to, and angrily took the blueprint and turned his head to shout at everyone, "What kind of mess are you doing? It's sensational! It's not sad! Redo it!"

A group of people were baffled by his yelling, but they could only nod and obey.

It's just that he was muttering in his heart that the deputy director was bullied by the director again, and if he didn't dare to do anything to the director, he would know how to enslave them, their life was too hard.

Han Mo took his mobile phone to call home and asked if the little baby was good. Aunt Jiang told him that the little guy was practicing crawling by himself. He was very happy and hung up the phone to start working.

When he got busy, Han Mo was a workaholic. He had nothing else in his mind except design patterns. In a blink of an eye, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon. Feeling thirsty, he got up and poured a glass of boiled water to drink.

The little baby doesn't like Han Mo's smell other than milk. The little guy who drinks a cup of coffee dislikes him and refuses to kiss him. Every time he wants to kiss him, he pushes his face away.

"Director Han, the boss asked you to go to the meeting room. It seems that there is something wrong with the contract." Zhang Mao's secretary knocked on the door and came in with a slightly unhappy expression.

"Contract issue?" Han Mo didn't think about the contract for a while, he tilted his head in confusion, suddenly, "The contract with RS should have been signed in the morning? How could it be delayed until now?" He glanced at Eye time, frown.

It is impossible for Shao Wenfeng to do anything to embarrass him. Don't ask him why he has such confidence. He just knows that no matter what the man does, he will not do anything against him. Mortal wisdom.

"I'll be there right away." He locked the design sample with the mouse, then got up and followed the secretary to the conference room.

In the conference room, Ai Wen sat on one side with several project leaders, and on the other side were Zhang Mao and Song Xinji plus several supervisors.

When Han Mo entered, a dozen or so people turned their heads to look at him. Ai Wen and the others had obviously puzzled expressions. The contract was halfway through. Why did this person suddenly appear? Ai Wen remembered Han Mo and was stunned when he saw him come in. Next, and then nodded as a greeting.

"Hi, vice president, we meet again." Han Mo greeted with a smile, walked over and stood beside Zhang Mao, reached out to take the contract and flipped through it, the smile on his face remained unchanged, but his eyes turned cold .

If he remembered correctly, the price Shao Wenfeng agreed to was not this amount.

He glanced at Ivan, then at the nervous middle-aged man sitting beside him, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Vice President, did President Shao draw up this contract himself?" He shook the folder in his hand with a smile on his lips.

Ai Wen looked at his smile and didn't know why his palms began to sweat, and his spine felt a cool breeze.

He nodded, and his tone was discretionary, "Of course, I took it over from the BOSS myself. Even if I don't say it, I believe you all know the nature of this cooperation. How can this kind of thing be a joke?"

Ai Wen's expression was quite serious, which made Han Mo feel that his thinking just now was a bit off. Then he turned his head to the side and looked at the middle-aged man who had been wiping sweat from his forehead since he entered the door, and snorted.

Since the talks were delayed from the morning to the afternoon, it meant that the representatives of RS had no decision-making power, and I didn't let go of my side. No wonder there was a stalemate.

Rolling his eyes, he shook the contract, "There is no way to improve?"

Ai Wen sighed, spread his hands and looked at Han Mo with a wry smile, "Director Han may not be very clear about our boss's temper, and there is no way to change what he has set."

Han Mo sneered, took out his mobile phone in front of him, and dialed Shao Wenfeng's number directly.

"Momo, it's really rare for you to take the initiative to call me." Shao Wenfeng smiled with the corner of his mouth hooked, but he froze in the middle of the movement and hissed softly.

Han Mo felt very relieved when he heard his hiss in pain, looked at the dozen or so people who were looking at him and coughed lightly, "Stop talking nonsense, what's the matter with the contract? What you said to me that day was fart, Feng Yi It's gone after blowing the smell?"

Shao Wenfeng frowned. He knew that Han Mo was not the kind of person who made fun of his work. He clicked on the contract on the computer and read it, but found nothing wrong.

"Hey, how can I coax you? How much is it in the contract?"

"5.00% less." Han Mo snorted coldly, ignoring that his ambiguous voice was calling himself.

Shao Wenfeng frowned, took the car keys, got up and left.

"I come over."

If this matter is not made clear in person, it is estimated that Han Mo can hold grudges against him for a long time, and he does not want the newly eased relationship to be destroyed because of someone's interference.

Han Mo hung up the phone with a hum, looked down at Zhang Mao who was looking up at him, blinked, and then turned to everyone.

Throwing the contract in his hand back on the table, he slapped his hands, and looked at them with a smile, "Mr. Shao will solve the contract in person in a while, and now I invite everyone to taste our company's homemade biscuits, Susu, go give them Come and taste some, if you like it, you can take it home."

Su Su, Zhang Mao's secretary, nodded, turned around and left the conference room to prepare biscuits.As for self-made... Just kidding, there is a cake shop downstairs, do you need to make homemade biscuits? Listen to what Director Han is talking about.

Ai Wen looked at Han Mo in shock. He opened his mouth and wanted to ask Han Mo how he could ask the BOSS to deal with it in person, but he swallowed the words when he saw the sneer.

Shao Wenfeng was very fast. He arrived at Feixiang Company half an hour later. He was taken to the conference room. As soon as he opened the door, he could smell a scent of butter. He glanced at the conference room. There was a small box of biscuits in front of everyone. Only Han Mo was there. That Kacha Kacha puffed his cheeks to eat, and after finishing his own box, he took the box in front of Zhang Mao and continued to eat.

In the quiet conference room, Han Mo's voice of gnawing biscuits was very clear. Shao Wenfeng coughed to hide his smile, and looked at him with gentle and doting eyes.

Look, look, this big baby is just like a big fluffy squirrel, bulging its two cheeks and squinting its eyes to eat fiercely, not paying attention to the eyes of the people around it at all.

"Mr. Shao, I asked you to come here in person." Zhang Mao hurried over to meet Shao Wenfeng after seeing him. He thought he would have to wait a while to arrive, but he didn't expect it to be so early.

Shao Wenfeng waved his hands to signal that it was okay, and he also pressed his hands to the people who stood up to signal them to sit down. He went straight to Han Mo who had been eating the biscuits safely, leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Isn't I full at noon?" ?”

Han Mo pursed his lips, said twice, stretched out his oily claws, took the contract and handed it to him, "Look for yourself."

It's not that he didn't eat enough at noon, it's because he has been wanting to eat this biscuit for several days, and suddenly so many are placed in front of him, he can't help but be tempted, it's so delicious, let's eat two more.

Shao Wenfeng chuckled, straightened up and flipped through the contract, his face changed, he looked at the people in his company coldly, and turned his head to look at Zhang Mao with a cold snort, "Boss Zhang is really sorry, they may have taken it wrong, this This is the contract."

Handing the USB flash drive to Susu, Shao Wenfeng signaled her to print it out.

Susu glanced at Zhang Mao, saw that he nodded slightly, took the USB flash drive and left quickly.

Shao Wenfeng leaned against the window sill behind him with his arms crossed, his legs crossed and stretched out, and he looked at the people facing him with a sneer, "I'm quite courageous, now I admit it in front of Mr. Zhang, or I call the police, you choose .”

If he doesn't make a statement today, it will be too prestige.

Han Mo squinted at Zhang Mao, and blinked, which means you don't care, he wants to kill chickens and open monkeys, just to warn his employees.