"What else is it? Eighty-mostly, people are jealous when they see Kaila appear. You don't know what Zhiqing is pretending to be? Now, except for us, no one knows that your engagement with Kaila has been cancelled. She probably thought you would get engaged in half a month!"

After a while, Catherine said the most important thing, which made Mo Junhao's expression even more stupid, and he didn't even believe the possibility that Catherine said.

Did Zhiqing really leave because she was jealous?

Why did he think this possibility would be so funny?

"Silly boy, why are you still standing there? Zhiqing is pregnant with my grandson in her belly, don't let her run away."

At this time, Mo Junhao's father Mo Mingyang also spoke with a smile.

After working for his company for so many years, he can also know a rough idea of ​​what kind of temperament his subordinate has.

That girl likes to hide everything in her heart and not say anything. She pretends to be nothing on the surface and doesn't even dare to fight for feelings.

His son is very popular, with so many women surrounding him, but even so, the girl will not fight for anything for herself, even if she is pregnant with his descendants of the Mo family.

Mo Junhao still stood there stupidly, not knowing what to think.

Once upon a time, he thought she was jealous several times, but her final performance would disappoint him. He really didn't know how many times he could bear the feeling of falling from the clouds to the bottom.

He frowned and stood in the office and struggled for a long time. When his parents were waiting a little impatiently and wanted to speak out, he suddenly grabbed the car keys on the table and rushed out of the office in everyone's astonished eyes.

Damn it, no matter whether she is jealous or not, since she comes to him, he must know clearly what she is asking for him, and he cannot be so unclear every time.

Han Zhiqing, if you dare to escape again, try it!

With blue eyes curled down, the silver-white Maserati rushed out of the DKS building as fast as possible, speeding wildly on the crowded city streets.

"Miss Han, are you in a bad mood?"

Since DKS came out, Han Zhiqing has been silent, with a little sad expression on her face, and she can't say it is sad.

Although she rarely spoke, the housekeeper obviously found that when she came out of the Mo family, although Miss Han didn't talk much, her expression did not seem so sad.

She pursed her lips and looked out the window quietly, looking at her side, she looked overwhelmed with a lot of worries, and she was anxious to see the young master at first.

Even an outsider like him, who is not familiar with Miss Han, has captured the fleeting sadness and inferiority that flashed in her eyes.

Why do girls like Miss Han feel so inferior?

Is it this kind of inferiority complex that makes her afraid to express her sincerity to the young master?

The butler's heart was confused by the sadness revealed on Han Zhiqing's side face at this time.

Han Zhiqing's eyelashes trembled slightly because of the butler's problem, and her eyes that remained outside the window calmly retracted.

The housekeeper's problem made her feel even more sad, as if someone had forced her to dig out her heart from her chest, but she didn't even have the right to cry out for pain.

"No."

With obvious verbal disagreement, she shook her head at the butler, but her eyes avoided the butler's gaze.

Are you in a bad mood? I'm afraid that at this moment, even she herself feels deceiving herself?

Just outside the DKS building, when she saw Kayla appearing with her in the DKS building, she was dismissed and naturally stopped.

I found that my identity was not even qualified to stand beside Kaila, let alone compete with Kaila for Mo Junhao.

One is his prospective fiancee, the other is his love (harmonious) wife, a surrogacy tool, how do they compare? What else can she compare with Kaila?

She would have forgotten that in half a month, they were going to get engaged, and she was a true love (harmonious) woman living under Mo Junhao's roof as a humble identity, breathing.

She didn't dare to step forward. She knew that as long as she took a step forward, she was humiliating herself, so she was timid.

The courage that had been plucked away at that moment.

Han Zhiqing, you are still a coward after all, a coward who has no confidence and is full of inferiority.

"Miss Han..."

The butler originally wanted to say something, but his cell phone rang at this moment.

"Hey? Madam?...Oh, OK..."

Seeing him hanging up the phone and was about to stop on the road, the silver-white figure who was driving fast blocked in front of him, scaring him so much that he suddenly stopped the car.

After finally coming back from the fright, he saw Mo Junhao walking down from the silver-white Maserati in front of him, his face gloomy.

Seeing him walking directly to the car, he opened the door of Han Zhiqing and "get out."

His sudden appearance obviously scared Han Zhiqing, even more scared than when the butler suddenly braked.

My mind was blank for a moment, and I could only be dumbfounded by Mo Junhao and left the housekeeper who was so scared that he was sweating in cold sweat kept wiping the cold sweat in the car, sighing:

"The young master is so fast. He appeared just now when his wife called."

Han Zhiqing was pulled for a long time by Mo Junhao, and finally recovered from her senses. She looked at his gloomy face and was about to speak out, but she saw Mo Junhao stop at this time, turned her head and lowered her eyebrows to look at her.

"You went to the company to find me?"

Han Zhiqing was stunned by the question of straightforwardness. She tightened her heart again at a loss, but nodded to him without shyness.

"Why not go up?"

The second question was added again, and the blue eyes looked straight at Han Zhiqing's sad eyes.

Seeing that she was stunned for a moment because of his problem, her hands that were pulled by him were accidentally clenched into fists, biting her lower lip, and her sad eyes turned away from Mo Junhao's extremely sharp eyes.

A dumb voice spoke in a low voice: "Not suitable."

“Inappropriate?”

His brows frowned, "Why is it not suitable?"

He asked her this, almost pushing her heart to the bottom of the wall. Her clenched lips were trembling. She bit her bit harder, trying not to make the sadness in her heart too thoroughly.

Then, a smile that was indifferent appeared on the corner of his mouth, "My Jin mainly met his future wife. What fun should I join in with a romantic (harmonious) woman?"

Her words stabbed Mo Junhao and also stabbed herself. Seeing her continue to force her to smile, she said, "Don't a qualified love (harmonious) woman should be aware of her. When the expectant wife appears, she should retreat?"

Mo Junhao looked at her with his eyebrows lowered his eyebrows, looking at the sadness in her eyes, and the sour smell inadvertently revealed in her breath. Several incapable brilliance flashed quickly in the next second.

He looked at Han Zhiqing quietly, looked at every sad expression on her face, and refused to let go of every corner of her face.

After a long time, he sneered.

His fingertips gently brushed across Han Zhiqing's face and said, "Do you know that a qualified (harmonious) woman should not be jealous?"

A sentence seemed to be light, but Han Zhiqing heard it, but it was filled with reminders and warnings, which made her heart feel like it was stabbed quickly by a fine needle, and then quickly pulled it open.

Looking up at Mo Junhao's smiling eyes, she nodded reluctantly and said, "Of course I know."

"Then you dare to be jealous?"

Mo Junhao's next sentence made Han Zhiqing attack without any preparation, which was so shocked that she suddenly raised her eyes and took a few steps back.

"I don't."

She responded lightly, but her eyes were guilty and avoided Mo Junhao's sharp gaze.

"You dare to lie to me again and try."

Mo Junhao's voice sank, and the temperature of his blue eyes instantly dropped by half.

"I don't."

She avoided his eyes and said without giving in.

"I'll give you another chance to correct me!"

"I didn't...well!"

The second half of the sentence is drowned in these suddenly covered lips.

"I don't like listening to your lies! So it's better to choose to shut up."

Mo Junhao's domineering tone came from her ears, and then plundered her lips again. The dexterous tongue pried open her stubborn and tightly closed lips to explore her eagerness to escape.

The long tongue was entangled. From her initial resistance to her gradually obedience, Han Zhiqing closed her eyes and actively climbed up Mo Junhao's lips with her hands, responding to his hot kiss.

The familiar feeling came back at this time, with a passionate kiss wrapped around the cotton and a lot of love in the deep affection.

Mo Junhao's kiss gradually deepened, and the force wrapped around her waist also increased unconsciously.

Damn it, I haven't kissed her for so long. This feeling made him so greedy, like an addicted poison. Even though he knew it would make him doomed, he was still delivered to his door like a moth to a fire.

"Zhiqing..."

The call of involuntarily sounded low from his mouth. The whole world seemed to be the only two of them left, and they could only accommodate each other's shadows in their sight.

The feeling of falling in love and knowing each other is back again.

The two of them stood by the street, kissing as if no one was around. The housekeeper had already driven the car and left with cognitive sense. Anyway, he handed Miss Han to the young master and the task he had completed.

Mo Junhao seemed to have not kissed her enough, and kept asking her for help, breathing and panting a little hard, but he still didn't plan to let her go so easily, until Han Zhiqing felt a little uncomfortable with her brain lacking oxygen, and her soles of her feet were soft and she almost fell down.

His hand reflexively grabbed Mo Junhao's clothes, and he leaned against Mo Junhao's chest and gasped slightly.

Her breathing seemed a little rapid because Mo Junhao kissed her too deeply, and she couldn't calm down for a long time.

His face was flushed, almost red to his ears, and his head was buried in Mo Junhao's chest, feeling his somewhat disordered heartbeat and the familiar faint smell, and he refused to move it away with greed.

Mo Junhao's hand gently wrapped around her body, leaned down, and kissed her forehead, and a mute voice rang low above her head-
Chapter completed!