"Can your jokes get colder?"

Yan Lie glanced at Jun Yijie angrily, then stood up in cooperation, reached out and pulled Mo Junhao's other arm, and walked out of Ye Huo.

"Yijie, you said that if his virtue was captured by the media, tomorrow's newspaper sales should have broken the century-old record, right?"

While Yan Lie and Jun Yijie supported Mo Junhao and walked out of Ye Huo, they were still gloating.

The eldest son of the Mo family, who has always been calm and calm and does not show his emotions, was actually made of this kind by a woman. To be honest, if he was a newspaper, he would immediately take pictures of his appearance, and tomorrow's newspapers will be in short supply.

Jun Yijie's eyes faintly swept across the corner of his smiling lips and said, "Take him home before you plan to start a newspaper."

While talking, the car door had opened. The two of them stuffed the drunk Mo Junhao into the back seat of the car, and then the luxurious and noble car drove away from Ye Huo.

The DKS building in the past few days is completely shrouded in an extremely depressing and panic working atmosphere.

All employees dare not speak loudly, and no matter who they do, they work silently, and do not dare to make any mistakes and be destined to be destined to be fodder.

The reason is nothing special, just because their president's mood seems not very good these days, to be precise, he is completely in a sinister and manic mood.

Anyone who accidentally steps on a landmine will be blown out of recognition.

The planning department has been preparing several weeks of planning projects and has been beaten back and remade, which has made them miserable, but they dare not complain.

Everyone has been living on the cusp of the storm during this period, and doing anything is like pins and pins.

Looking at their president, compared to the cold and alienated attitude of entering DKS for the first time, the current president has a more terrifying and sinister aura. No one dares to appear within a hundred meters around him, for fear of being affected.

Moreover, he seemed crazy, buried himself in work almost every day and shortened the company's many not-so-urgent projects in half.

Those who were working under him were even more distressed, but no one dared to complain in front of him unless someone didn't want to continue working in DKS.

Although they didn't know what happened during this period and made the president so perverted, they were surprised to find that Han Dushou, who had always been to work with the president, has gone their own way these days, and has not eaten together or left together. Even if they accidentally bumped into each other, they apologized unfamiliarly. Apart from that, there was no longer any topic.

You don’t need to guess that the president suddenly became so gloomy and manic, must be related to the cold and poisonous hands.

I just don’t know what that bold woman did to make the president so unhappy, and even those who are subordinates suffer.

In the president's office, Mo Junhao buried himself in a pile of piles of documents in front of him, trying to devote all his thoughts and energy to his work.

It seems that only by burying yourself in these documents can you deceive yourself into thinking that you have no extra energy to think about that ruthless woman and care about that ruthless woman.

Even if she was in the office opposite, even if... they looked up and saw each other.

Every time the figure he was looking forward to was strangers at this time, the heart that he thought had been completely numbed by strong alcohol would still hurt faintly.

His cheeks have lost a lot of weight because of the crazy busyness these days, and his eyes are covered with dark red bloodshot.

The unkempt handsome face now had a faint sense of vicissitudes of life, but even Mo Junhao was like this, there were still thousands of women eyeing him. Only the women in the office opposite would look down on him and even hurt him mercilessly.

The door of the director's office was pushed open at this time, and Yao Xuefei's head came in again, without the naughty laughter of the past. At this time, her expression became a little serious.

"Mr. Han."

"What's up?"

Han Zhiqing raised her head lightly from the document, and her waving eyes were still as calm as usual. Compared to Mo Junhao, she seemed to have nothing happened at all, completing the tasks in her own hands.

In everyone's eyes, Han Zhiqing is still the Han Zhiqing, the cruel Han Du hand in the center of all the population.

Under her calm and gentle appearance, she was invisible inhumane. It seemed that no one had ever changed her. Even if there was such a man with a pair of beautiful blue glasses, she had temporarily stayed in her vitality.

But only Han Zhiqing knew that she was not much better than Mo Junhao. However, she had been used to years of disguise ability to make her hide in front of outsiders more tightly than others.

Seeing Yao Xuefei frowned and walked towards her, she pulled over the chair and sat down in front of her, lowered her voice, and asked carefully:

"You really broke up with my nephew?"

That night, when Yan Lie got home, he told her that Mo Junhao had broken up. At that time, she thought that the shameless jealous person was cursing him.

Unexpectedly, what he said was true. For their sake, that boy Mo Junhao almost drank his intestines.

Even outsiders could see that Mo Junhao was more than 100% dedicated to her, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a thousand percent.

Why can’t Han feel it at all?

She knew without guessing that the breakup was definitely raised by Mr. Han. She wouldn't believe it if it was Mo Junhao who broke her legs.

Han Zhiqing, who was busy in the document, almost couldn't hold the pen in her hand because of this problem. Her fingertips trembled slightly, then pulled the corners of her mouth a few times, and said:

"I haven't been together, how do you call breakup?"

She raised her eyes and looked at Yao Xuefei's solemn expression and replied, "At most of the time, I can only end the ambiguous relationship between us for our president. After all,... he is so popular, and always entangled with me will not have a good impact on him."

What she said was calm and gentle, as if nothing happened between her and Mo Junhao.

Thinking of the video that made her heart feel heart-wrenching, her heart was as painful as Wan Ren's heart-wrenching, and even her breathing was trembling.

After she finished this sentence, she buried her again in the document. She didn't look up from the document until the office door was knocked again.

"Mr. Han, Mrs. Han is here, please go to the reception room."

Han Zhiqing knew who the clerk was, of course, but at this moment, Catherine came to find her in person, and why?

Because of that ridiculous relationship between her and Mo Junhao?

She held the pen in her hand, with a look of a daze, and the pen she held in her hand was pinched so that it made a slight sound inadvertently.

After a moment, she came back from her loss in a daze and said to the clerk who was waiting for her to reply at the door:

"I know, I'll go there right away."

After saying that, he put down the documents in his hand and said to Yao Xuefei: "That's all about this, don't ask more questions in the future."

She was a little afraid that others would mention the matter between her and Mo Junhao. She thought that she could have been so cold-blooded that she could easily let go of anything, but in fact it was indeed the case.

The only thing that happened with Mo Junhao was much harder than she thought.

The more I deliberately want to let go and forget, the memory, the attachment carried in my heart, becomes clearer and heavier.

With her lips pursed, she came out of the office and walked towards the reception room as everyone watched the show.

Reception room—

"Zhiqing, I remember when we first met, you told me that I would trust my son's vision. Now, your behavior is to make me believe that my son has seen the wrong person?"

Catherine sat in the reception room, and she wanted to meet for the first time. She gracefully held a cup of coffee and savored it gently. Even with a questioning voice, she still had the elegance of a wealthy family.

The beautiful blue eyes passed on to Mo Junhao blinked slightly, and his eyebrows raised slightly to look at Han Zhiqing.

Han Zhiqing's heart tightened because of Catherine's words, and her thoughts couldn't help but float far away.

Yes, at that time, she said this to his mother so confidently, and believed in her and Mo Junhao's life.

She really believed it!

The black eyes flashed inadvertently at this time, and all the painful emotions were buried deep in her heart and were once again perfectly covered up.

Yun Danfengqing's black eyes looked directly at Catherine's blue eyes scrutinized, and said resolutely:

"Madam, do you still remember your words? You said, give me a chance to show your son's vision. The current situation proves that your son's vision is really not very good."

When she said this, Catherine couldn't help but feel a little surprised. Her blue eyes slightly looked at Han Zhiqing's seemingly calm eyes, and she had not spoken for a long time.

Why, she clearly saw the reluctance and attachment in her eyes, and was still helpless?

What exactly made the girl who was so confident in front of her break up with her son?

Catherine didn't speak, but just looked at Han Zhiqing with her beautiful blue eyes. At this moment, Han Zhiqing felt extremely sharp.

Her eyes flashed unnaturally, and her footsteps subconsciously took two small steps back, and nodded slightly in Catherine's blank eyes:

"Sorry, madam, you've disappointed."

She nodded and apologized, but her body had moved to the door: "If the lady has nothing else, then I'll go out first."
Chapter completed!