The breath of each other's proximity gradually increased the temperature around them, but Han Zhiqing's actions stirred up the fire in her heart again.

Gritting her teeth and looking at Mo Junhao coldly, she tried her best to calm down the anger and inexplicable tension in her heart, and looked at Mo Junhao with a cold face.

The next second, Mo Junhao looked at her and said, "Tell me, how did your hand get injured?"

Seeing the shocking red blood oozing out from her palm, he felt so distressed that he had nowhere to vent his heart.

This ungrateful woman dared to ignore his question.

As soon as the question was asked, Han Zhiqing elicited an indifferent chuckle. She raised her eyes and looked at Mo Junhao, with a narrowing look in her eyes.

"The president is so nervous, can I understand that you care about me?"

It was an obvious mockery and provocation. She thought that Mo Junhao would be eager to deny it because of her words, and then loosen his grip on her and let her leave.

But just as she thought, no one could guess what Mo Junhao was thinking. No one would know that one moment he would be talking to you cynically, and the next moment he would be so serious and smiling that no one would dare to joke anymore.

, just like now——

Those deep blue eyes looked deeply into Han Zhiqing's words, and they were so serious that they could not be ignored: "You can understand it this way."

Such an answer made Han Zhiqing a little dumbfounded. In fact, the dumbfoundedness was directly reflected on her face, which made her feel a little embarrassed and a little incredulous.

Just as Mo Junhao thought, Han Zhiqing would never have expected him to answer like this.

Satisfied with the stunned reaction on her face, he curled his thin lips slightly, and his deep outline moved closer to her, and the tip of his nose directly touched the tip of Han Zhiqing's nose.

Seeing that Han Zhiqing was shocked by his actions, she tilted her head to the side, but was held in place by him domineeringly.

Seeing the anger rising in her eyes, he felt even more relieved in his heart.

The blue eyes were still locked on the chestnut eyes, and the voice was low and sexy, but he increased the force of his words and repeated what he said just now, "As you said, I do care about you."

He saw Han Zhiqing's eyes flicker slightly, her eyelashes trembling slightly, shrouded in some unknown emotions.

Just as he was expecting her reaction, Han Zhiqing's indifferent chuckle came to his ears, "Dks has such a humane president who cares so much about his subordinates. On behalf of all dks employees, I would like to thank the president."

After saying that, he glanced at the ambiguous posture where they stood, and continued to say calmly: "Excuse me, President, can you give me a little space to move freely now?"

She glanced at her body imprisoned by Mo Junhao, and raised her eyes to consult Mo Junhao.

When Mo Junhao heard what she just said, his blue eyes narrowed, obviously he was unhappy because of her incomprehensible style.

The hand restraining her body was withdrawn, but he had no intention of letting her leave.

He looked at Han Zhiqing with his hands folded across his chest and his eyebrows lowered. He had a leisurely look on his handsome face. He was obviously born with the aura of a king, but paired with such a lazy attitude and posture, it gave him a sense of cynicism.

But unfortunately, when the idiom such as cynicism is used to describe Mo Junhao, it is another alluring adjective.
Chapter completed!