The depressed expression was all in Han Zhiqing's eyes, but she saw her smiling but she was just eating the lunch in front of her with a smile.

But at this moment, Mo Junhao had no appetite. If he hadn't been worried that this guy would be hungry, he wouldn't even feel like he would come to the restaurant for dinner.

His eyes touched the bad woman in front of him who had depressed him all morning, and her eyes were filled with an inexplicable smile from beginning to end, and even her appetite for eating was unprecedented.

Did all this bring her to the honey from her mouth?

Thinking of such a possibility, his jealousy became even worse.

Who would have thought that Mr. Mo, who has always been a woman, is now in a worried position, worried that his woman would be snatched away by others.

And this opponent is quite difficult to deal with.

The meal ended in Mo Junhao's depression and Han Zhiqing's excellent mood.

When the two returned to the company, Mo Junhao's face was gloomy and never changed.

The president's "sunny to cloudy" expression made the employees in the entire office suppress their work emotions, and everyone shut their mouths and worked silently.

Alas, who else can anyone who can change his face so easily besides that cold and poisonous hand?

Calling her Han Du Hand is really a name. Even a person like the president can easily influence his emotions.

Many women who have always been jealous of Han Zhiqing couldn't help but think in their hearts.

After Han Zhiqing and Mo Junhao separated, they went back to the office directly.

Thinking of Mo Junhao's childish look with a calm face during this meal, she couldn't help laughing out loud.

The afternoon passed like this, and in the entire DKS, the moods of the two people formed a sharp contrast in this afternoon.

As soon as the time to get off work came, Han Zhiqing walked out of the office on time.

As she expected, someone is now 80% locked in the office and is depressed alone.

She also knew that when he learned that a honey existed, he didn't want to accompany her to have that inexplicable supper.

If it weren't for her request, he would never have gone.

She also knew that as long as it was her request, he would not bear to refuse.

Standing at the office door, looking at the closed door of the president's office, a smile crawled in his eyes.

He lifted his feet and went towards the president's office, gently pushed open the office door, and saw Mo Junhao hanging his head and turning over a document in his hand.

His face was the same as when they parted in the afternoon, and he was calm from beginning to end. He was still depressed at this time, and he didn't even notice it when she pushed the door open.

She deliberately let her steps lighten, and she quietly walked to him, looking at the documents in his hand that were the plan for her acquisition of Han's family.

A heart moved, and seeing him looking so serious, I couldn't help but feel a little rippled in my heart.

She gently put her hand on his shoulder. She bent down to look at him, took away the ripples in her heart just now, looked at him with a smile, and said with ease:

"Sir, I'm off work."

Hearing her voice and feeling the hand on his shoulder, Mo Junhao finally raised his head from the document, and the smile that was still filled with her eyes.

It can be seen that she was in a good mood today, but such a good mood was not brought to her by him.

Mo Junhao still cared about it in his heart. The more he cared about it, the more unhappy he felt.

Thinking of the supper he didn't want to go to, his brows subconsciously frowned.

Finally, he put down the documents in his hand and stood up from the office chair: "Let's go, Director Han."

"Um."

He nodded to Mo Junhao with a smile. When Mo Junhao held her hand and walked out of the office, her cell phone rang at this time.

Mo Junhao subconsciously cast his eyes towards her. When he saw her pick up her phone and look at the name on the screen, his eyes were filled with a happy smile again.

And in the corner of his eyes, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the name on his phone: honey.

And this call that shouldn't have come suddenly made Mo Junhao's heart sank and his face sank again.

Although he didn't want to act too stingy, he just couldn't control himself from not caring about the existence of that damn honey.

"Well, I'll be here soon...wait, that, I... bring someone here."

“…”

"Yes, yes..."

“…”

"No matter how annoying you are, I will ignore you in the future."

“…”

Mo Junhao couldn't hear what the other party was saying, but this was the first time he had seen Han Zhiqing at this time.

The tone of speech was a bit coquettish in displeasure. Even in front of him, even if she was acting coquettish with him, she had never seen her use such a tone.

That honey... really has a good relationship with her.

Mo Junhao couldn't help but start to taste it, and his mood became even more depressed than at the beginning.

Because, Han Zhiqing's unknown side was only seen by him when he passed through another person.

But he couldn't do this.

Han Zhiqing hung up the phone, but did not notice his more silent face. She reached out and pulled him into the elevator, "Let's go."

Han Zhiqing was dragged out of the DKS building very reluctantly, and drove her to the destination they had made an appointment.

Anyway, he was reluctant from beginning to end.

When the car drove into the hotel gate they had made an appointment, Han Zhiqing saw the person standing at the door of the hotel at a glance.

As soon as Mo Junhao's car stopped, she couldn't wait to get out of the car.

She watched her run to the two people standing at the hotel door, and after she greeted the Western man next to her, she squatted down in front of a little girl who looked like an elf next to her.

Does that honey have children?

Mo Junhao got out of the car and became even more upset when he realized this in his heart.

They all have children, but Zhiqing still likes him so much.

The eyes touched the man standing next to the child, with a pure Western face, blonde hair and blue eyes. I have to say that this man is very beautiful.

In addition to the elegant and calm temperament he exudes, it is understandable that Zhiqing likes him.

Such an admission would make Mo Junhao's heart even more pressed by a big stone, and the sour smell kept pouring towards his chest.

Han Zhiqing squatted in front of the little girl and kissed the little girl several times. The excitement and vitality in her eyes were not the Han Zhiqing he had seen in the common way.

"Little honey, where is my honey?"

As soon as Mo Junhao walked behind Han Zhiqing, he heard Han Zhiqing pinch the little girl's face and spoke like this.

His steps paused, and subconsciously cast his eyes at the Westerner standing beside him, his eyes filled with confusion.

Honey isn't him?

Just as he was confused, he heard the Western man turn his head and smile and say to Han Zhiqing: "You honey is in the bathroom, let's wait for you here."

While speaking, the Western man's gaze accidentally swept to Mo Junhao, who was standing beside Han Zhiqing, who was smiling and asked Han Zhiqing:

"Is this the person you are going to bring to you on the phone?"

The man spoke a little stiffly in Mandarin, with some Western accent, but it is still not difficult to hear the ridiculous look in his tone.

Seeing Han Zhiqing nodding to the Western man with a smile, she stood up in front of the little girl, stood beside Mo Junhao, and said:

"He is me..."

After a pause, she continued: "My friend, Mo Junhao."

She introduced Mo Junhao as a "friend" and decisively made Mo Junhao's face sink.

Just...friends.

Mo Junhao smiled bitterly in his heart, one was honey, the other... but it was a friend.

Han Zhiqing, I... are just your friend?

A trace of injury in his eyes instantly passed by. He smiled bitterly a few times and quickly calmed down.

No one noticed the hurtful emotions that were deliberately hidden in his eyes by him, including Han Zhiqing.

"Hello, I'm richard."

A Western man showed an elegant smile at Mo Junhao and stretched out his right hand.

"Hello."

He nodded to Richard in a friendly but distant way, but did not stretch out his hand.

Richard seemed to see the strangeness in Mo Junhao's eyes, and moved the corners of his mouth slightly, and then he took his hand back without caring.

At this moment, a happy voice came from the edge of the hotel's revolving door: "hey, sweaty."

An elegant female voice, soft.
To be continued...