Caught and raped in bed?

Realizing this idiom, Han Zhiqing was stunned for a moment, obviously feeling guilty because of her subconscious reaction just now.

Catch a rapist? What qualifications does she have to catch a rapist? She has nothing to do with Mo Junhao.

Looking up at Mo Junhao's embarrassed expression, she raised her eyebrows and admitted, then looked at him and continued:

"Does the president think that she is just an insignificant woman? Insignificant enough to hug her, insignificant enough to almost kiss her, insignificant enough to smile so tenderly even when she left?"

Her questions kept coming, and she didn't even notice what she meant by asking such a question. She blurted out such a question as if she caught her husband on a date with his lover, with a sour tone without knowing it.

After asking all the questions, she saw a smile on Mo Junhao's originally awkward handsome face that made her feel guilty.

That smile was full of ambiguity, half-smiling but not smiling, full of fun.

His eyes looked away with a guilty conscience, but Mo Junhao's playful chuckle came from his ears: "Zhiqing, it turns out you are jealous."

His hand boldly brushed Han Zhiqing's cheek, but she coldly avoided it.

Seeing that she distanced herself from him with a cold expression, she said mockingly: "President, although there is nothing wrong with being self-righteous, it is a pity that you are wrong in putting me on the same level as Han Zhiwei."

She smiled lightly and shrugged. When Mo Junhao was stunned, she smiled and said: "If I am jealous of Han Zhiwei's man, it is obviously lowering my taste in finding men."

After saying these ironic words, she opened the door and walked out quickly. Her back was filled with an air of escape, and her pace quickened a lot without her realizing it.

The door to the CEO's office was closed. Mo Junhao crossed his arms and leaned against the desk with a leisurely expression. His slender body showed a lazy attitude, but it was fatally attractive.

The corners of his mouth raised happily, and even his deep blue eyes, which were usually emotionless, were filled with smiles.

Thinking of Han Zhiqing's pressing questions to him just now, he could clearly hear the sour taste in her breath. Since she didn't admit it, he didn't ask further questions.

"Han Zhiqing, keep pretending, I have plenty of time to play with you."

With his thin lips raised, he returned to his desk and sat down. He picked up the chalk plan that Han Zhiwei gave him, reached for it, and turned to the first page. The name of the company that appeared on it was

His expression changed, his original smile dropped, and his dark blue eyes were replaced by a complex expression.

Han Zhiqing returned to the office, obviously frightened by Mo Junhao's words, "Zhiqing, it turns out you are jealous."

He said she was jealous. It was ridiculous. He actually said she was jealous. He was indeed a self-righteous man.

But, in this case, since she was not jealous, why couldn't she honestly tell herself that she was not jealous, but was so scared that she ran away from his office because of his words?

What is she panicking about, and what is she afraid of? Is she afraid that her inexplicable thoughts will be seen by Mo Junhao?

Sitting down at the desk, her breathing never calmed down and her heart beat violently.
Chapter completed!