President Mo, Your Ex-Wife Ran Away Again!

Mo Xin felt incredible at his own speculation, but as far as normal reasoning was concerned, it was completely correct.

He carried things upstairs, passed by the president's secretary's office, and met Chen Qiuman, the secretary-general who was smiling brightly. He nodded in business and was about to go around her.

"Assistant Mo." Chen Qiuman stopped Mo Xin's path, glanced at the women's clothing bag he was carrying, and inquired: "Is there a woman in General Mo's office?"

"Secretary-General Chen, Mr. Mo's personal affairs are not something you can inquire about." Mo Xin's voice was cold, and his eyes were colder.

The personal affairs that Mo Jingsen confessed were all done by himself, and he would not explain to the secretary. The secretary is only for the public, although Chen Qiuman will be more special, because she is one of the staff who accompanied Mo Jingsen to the event and played the female companion.

But that is indeed work, because the reward will be more than a month’s salary.

Chen Qiuman didn't get angry because of Mo Xin's cold attitude. Instead, he smiled very decently and replied softly, "I know, sometimes Assistant Mo is as unkind as President Mo."

After she finished speaking, she turned and walked to the other side, her smile also fell, and she took out her phone and sent out a message: "I'm here to Shengyuan."

Mo Xin didn't feel relieved about the matter and went to the door of the president's office. This time he learned to be clever, knocked the door extremely loudly, and then pressed against the door to listen to the sound. He only opened the door after "come in" came out inside. .

Mo Jingsen was the only one in the office.

Mo Xin glanced at the door of the lounge, quickly retracted his gaze and put the bag in his hand on the coffee table: "Clothes and lunch have been delivered, and also, Mo Shu has been here before. I wanted to come in. I stopped."

"What is she doing here?" Mo Jingsen held the garment bag in his hand indifferently.

Mo Xin glanced at Mo Jingsen's expression and said, "It seems that she was staying at Miss Shen's house last night because she wanted to help you. Maybe she wanted to come to you to ask for credit?"

"How can Lai's family help me? I also ask for credit. I don't need to pay attention to her. There are all weird thoughts. By the way, what time is my meeting in the afternoon?"

"Two points."

"Well, I see." Mo Jingsen took the clothing bag and walked two steps. Seeing that Mo Xin had no intention of going out, he suddenly swept away a cold eye.

Mo Xin trembled and said hurriedly: "Then I will go down first. I will knock on the door five minutes before the meeting."

"Yeah." Mo Jingsen hummed in agreement.

Mo Xin considers himself a deserted person and is not interested in gossip, but today's curiosity was really provoked by Mo Jingsen. He especially wanted to know what kind of woman hiding in the lounge was. By the time Miss Shen, she could be so peaceful.

Mo Xin left unwillingly with strong curiosity.

Mo Jingsen opened the door of the lounge, walked in, and said, "You can eat after you change your clothes."

But no one was seen, and Shen Xilan didn't answer him either.

"Where is the person?" Mo Jingsen walked inside, but saw Shen Xilan holding his shirt, tilting his head to look, and making gestures with his hands.

He threw the garment bag in his hand on the table, and snatched the shirt in the past: "What's so good about dirty clothes?"

"Why do you keep the dirty clothes? If you can't wash them off, you should throw them away. If you can wash them off, you should wash them. What are you doing in the closet?" Shen Xilan was puzzled. His fingerprints are obviously of a woman.

Is this dress important to him? Which woman's fingerprint is that?

Thinking of this, Shen Xilan's heart was sour, very uncomfortable.

Mo Jingsen was a little embarrassed. He couldn't say that it was because that day that she suddenly felt that her fingerprints were beautiful and very collectible, right?

It's time for Mo Xin to throw it away.

He put the clothes back behind him, his ears were unusually red, and he pretended to calmly pointed to the garment bag: "I remember it's your size, you can try to see if it fits well, and come out to eat."

Do you want to run?

Shen Xilan quickly approached Mo Jingsen, walked away to stop him, and snorted softly, "Why are these clothes left? You have to explain to me! If you want to be romantic, we will take it from last night. It hasn't existed for this period of time!"

There is no way to ask her Shen Xilan to compete with other women for a man!

The woman's small raised mouth looked very playful, but her face was really ugly.

Mo Jingsen's deep eyes looked at Shen Xilan with a smile, and raised his eyebrows: "Are you jealous?"

"Can't be jealous?" Shen Xilan answered bluntly.

Mo Jingsen thought that even if Shen Xilan was really jealous, she would not admit it. He was of course very happy if she didn't want to admit it so easily.

"Isn't it for a long time to sign, it's your finger?" Mo Jingsen handed the clothes to Shen Xilan's eyes with a joke.

Shen Xilan was taken aback, her finger?

what! She remembered!

Mo Jingsen went to her house to eat noodles, and he had to wash the dishes with her and soiled the one!

Thinking of that, she was jealous with herself.

Really, there is nothing to keep in this dress, which made her misunderstand.

Shen Xilan, who had figured out the situation, couldn't help but get embarrassed. She softly retracted her hand, and moved her steps quietly to the side, while smiling, "I changed my clothes, you should go out first."

Mo Jingsen stretched out his fingers to clamp Shen Xilan's back leader and dragged him back: "I think you don't seem to be hungry anymore, do you? Why don't we discuss the issue of jealousy?"

Shen Xilan was wearing a bathrobe with only one strap, but when this dragged it, the strap loosened, the bathrobe was loose, and the beautiful scenery suddenly popped out.

A cold in her chest, Shen Xilan felt it for the first time, she exclaimed: "Let go!" She quickly grabbed the edge of her clothes.

Mo Jingsen stood sideways and had the advantage of height. She had already had a panoramic view of the scenery line when she exclaimed.

His Adam's apple rolled, and he felt it necessary to reflect on it. Was he so ignorant last night?

The surrounding area was densely packed, all his marks left.

However, those traces were so damn tempting that all the wildness in his bones ran out, and he wanted to ravage her, listening to her red lips spit out a moving moan like last night.

At this time, thanks to his strong self-control, such a big temptation was abruptly resisted.

Mo Jingsen raised his hand and pressed Shen Xilan's waist through the bathrobe, and asked softly, "Is it sour?"

Shen Xilan's body suddenly stiffened, her face flushed slightly, and she whispered back: "It's okay."

"Yeah." Mo Jingsen replied lightly, slowly lowering his fingertips: "This is the tailbone, how is it?"

Shen Xilan didn't even dare to take a breath: "It's okay."

The fingertips slid again, and Shen Xilan felt that his legs were a little weak. Where did he learn this man's sultry skills? Or do men know nothing about themselves?

"There, does it hurt?" Mo Jingsen's voice was a little hoarse.

Shen Xilan's face was already red, and she became stammered when she spoke: "Yes, it's okay."

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