Sure enough, as he guessed, Mo Junhao heard his question, just shook his head, "Not yet. But..."

It should be soon.

Mo Junhao added in a good mood.

Tomorrow will be a good day, and he looks forward to meeting her tomorrow.

Thinking of Han Zhiqing's cute blushing look, his smile couldn't help but appear on his face again.

He will give her time and confidence, and he will give her what she doesn't have.

Yan Lie looked at the firmness and tenderness in Mo Junhao's eyes, and patted his shoulder with some emotion:

"You are really patient."

Hearing this, Mo Junhao smiled lightly and moved his thin lips a few times, drank the wine in his hand, stood up from the sofa, and said to Yan Lie:

"When you fall in love with someone, no matter how impatient a person is, he will become very patient because of the person he loves."

After leaving these thought-provoking words, he left Ye Huo with a faint smile, looking forward to the rapid arrival of tomorrow.

But I don’t know that tomorrow’s arrival is not something worth looking forward to for him.

The next day, Han Zhiqing changed into that dark suit as usual, and her black hair was tied up high and wrapped around her head, and her white shirt was wrapped under the suit. Look

Smart and capable on the go.

The miserable Han Zhiqing yesterday and the lonely and helpless Han Zhiqing are no longer there.

He picked up his briefcase and walked out of the door expressionlessly. The car slowly drove out of the villa in the Mid-mountain and headed towards the DKS building.

Today is a new beginning...

Early in the morning, Mo Junhao came to the company. That night, he didn't sleep much, and he tossed and turned and was full of Han Zhiqing's shadow.

Han Zhiqing, who blushed, Han Zhiqing, who was awkward, stared at Han Zhiqing, who was angry...

In short, all kinds of Han Zhiqing were circling in his mind, making him excited that night.

At this moment, he was sitting in the office, his eyes turning to the digital clock hanging on the office wall from time to time, counting the time when Han Zhiqing arrived.

Han Zhiqing entered the office. After staying for a while, she saw her holding something like an envelope in her hand and walking towards the president's office.

"Mr. Han."

When the secretary saw her coming, he immediately stood up.

"Well, is the president here?"

"The president is already in the office."

"Um."

In the office, when Mo Junhao heard the conversation between Han Zhiqing and the secretary, his already raised thin lips became even more curved.

A little excitement and expectation flashed in her beautiful blue eyes, waiting for her to knock on the door.

The next second, the anticipated knock on the door sounded from the door. He pulled the corner of his mouth a few times and said, "Come in."

Han Zhiqing pushed the door open and walked in, with his usual coldness and alienation, and his formulaic expression.

His heart suddenly sank, especially when his eyes touched the envelope she was holding, he was shocked.

"Zhiqing..."

"President, I have something to ask you for help."

In a formulaic tone, he interrupted what Mo Junhao wanted to say, lifted his feet and walked to Mo Junhao's desk.

Her indifferent reaction made Mo Junhao's heart inexplicably tighten, and there was a hint of uneasiness in her heart.

Standing up from the office chair, he walked to Han Zhiqing and reached out to pull her hand, but she kept avoiding it.

Seeing her showing a formulaic smile to him, there was no feeling in her eyes. Some were just as strange and indifferent as before.

"The president doesn't have to stand face to face with me. Just sit and listen to me."

Mo Junhao had no time to pay attention to the various sarcastic rhetorics in her words. He nervously turned over her body, leaned down to look at her, and asked anxiously:

"Zhiqing, what happened?"

"Nothing happened."

Han Zhiqing still smiled at Mo Junhao, with no slight waking in her eyes.

The Han Zhiqing the day before had already disappeared, or, that... was never just an illusion.

It was just a ridiculous illusion for Mo Junhao, or Han Zhiqing himself.

Before Mo Junhao spoke, she put the envelope in her hand on Mo Junhao's desk, "President, this is my resignation letter, please approve it."

She still spoke to Mo Junhao in an extremely formulaic tone, with her hands hanging down, and stood respectfully aside.

Such a resignation letter completely shocked Mo Junhao. He never expected that he had been looking forward to it all night, but what he had waited for was the resignation letter she handed over.

"Zhiqing, tell me what happened?"

Mo Junhao was anxious and grabbed her arms without hesitation and asked in a deep voice.

"I said, nothing happened, I just wanted to quit."

She looked cold and avoided Mo Junhao's eyes.

She was tired of these eyes and the expression that made her sick when he called her Zhiqing.

"Did you scare you when I said to you yesterday?"

Mo Junhao tentatively guessed the possibility.

"I didn't listen to a word about what the president said yesterday, and there was no such thing as scaring me or not."

She answered neither humble nor arrogantly, and her words were so firm that she could not bear to refuse.

Mo Junhao looked at her expression so cold and alienated incredible, and could not understand what was going on in the middle.

Yesterday, she obviously changed her attitude towards him. Even though it didn't change much, at least it wouldn't be like now, everything would return to the past.

Mo Junhao looked at her, really didn't know what else she could do with her. In the end, he could only let go of her arms, sighed, and asked:

"You mean, you still don't believe what I said yesterday, right?"

He asked weakly, but it caused Han Zhiqing to sneer indifferently. He raised his eyes to Mo Junhao and said:

"Does the President remember what I said to you yesterday?"

She sneered, but spoke politely.

Mo Junhao looked at her without much mood and refused to answer, but just waited for her to continue talking.

She smiled and shrugged her shoulders, and said, "I said, delusion is extremely stupid. I am not so stupid that I can let the President take care of me for the rest of my life."

Her heart was so painful when she said this.

Just yesterday, just as soon as he left, she was ready to believe his words, but now, this sentence made her feel extremely sarcastic and disgusting.

"So... are you rejecting me?"

Mo Junhao's voice sank and sounded a little hoarse.

But when he saw Han Zhiqing just smiled faintly, "President might as well understand that I can't stand you."

She looked at him and smiled lightly.

Han Zhiqing, who had been yesterday, is back again.

"Han Zhiqing, why don't you choose to believe me once?"

He spoke with a look of pain. He was willing to give her more patience and confidence, but... he really hoped that she could believe in him, even half of it.

He really loved her and loved her to the core at first sight. He wanted to tell her, but he was afraid that she would still smile at him and said that he was not suitable to say love.

Just before, he said that he was not suitable for a lifetime.

Han Zhiqing felt heartbroken because of his problem.

Opening her sour eyes, she forced herself to look directly at Mo Junhao's blue eyes that made her heart tremble several times, "No need."

She put these three words cruelly and resolutely, easily erasing all his efforts.

No need? Haha...no need?

She even thought it was unnecessary to believe him?

He looked at Han Zhiqing with pain, hoping to see a strange look from her cold gaze, but he was disappointed.

No matter how he looked at it, what he saw was still so cold and calm, without any turbulence.

"President, I'll put the resignation letter on your desk, I'll go out first."

Han Zhiqing spoke again, ignoring the injured blue eyes that she could no longer tell the difference between real and fake, and turned around and walked out.

When the door was opened, Mo Junhao's low voice came over at this time-

"Director Han, give me a reason to resign first."
To be continued...