Han Zhiqing, that casual glance three years ago, made him dream about her for three years. Many women were enjoying themselves under him, but she was the only one whom he cherished so much that he couldn't bear to hurt her.

However, he knew very well that his words today had already hurt her.

Han Zhiqing walked out of the CEO's office with the plan in hand. The distance was only a few dozen meters, but it was difficult for her to move, and she couldn't even lift her feet.

She didn't know how she got back to the office. Looking at the plan in her hand, the words "Han Group" made her eyes dazzle even more.

Sitting down helplessly at her desk, she had never felt so frustrated, and this kind of frustration was given to her by Mo Junhao.

He told her that he didn't want to make his girlfriend sad, so he ruined the plan she had worked so hard on just because of one word or decision of his.

Suddenly, her face buried between her palms let out a chuckle, and she stood up from the office chair.

My eyes inadvertently glanced at the wall clock on the office. It was already past the end of the day.

She was stunned for a long time, glanced at the plan on the table, put it aside, and walked out of the office expressionlessly.

When the elevator descended to the first floor, she realized that it had started pouring rain outside at some point, and she had never been in the habit of carrying an umbrella.

The heavy rain outside did not change the cold expression on her face, but when she saw Mo Junhao standing at the door of the building, her steps subconsciously paused.

At the same time, Mo Junhao also saw her, and saw his eyebrows raised slightly, as if he was greeting her.

Han Zhiqing's face sank for half a minute. After scanning her cold eyes, she raised her feet and looked cold as usual. Regardless of the heavy rain outside the building, she kept walking into the rain.

When Mo Junhao passed his arm, he grabbed it abruptly.

Her brows furrowed slightly, then relaxed, and she turned her head expressionlessly. She looked at Mo Junhao, with a hint of impatience in her eyes.

"I think you need an umbrella."

Before she spoke, Mo Junhao's seemingly random voice sounded first, but it attracted a slightly stunned look from Han Zhiqing.

"I think I need this rain to help me put out the fire."

Her hand struggled slightly in Mo Junhao's strong palm, but what she said made Mo Junhao startled in disbelief.

He didn't expect that Han Zhiqing, who always showed no emotion or anger, could say such a sentence at this time. He looked at her with interest and curled his thin lips.

He didn't let go of Han Zhiqing's hand, and looked at her with a low look, half-smiling, "Director Han, can I understand that it was me who started your fire?"

He smiled and raised his eyebrows, admiring Han Zhiqing's delicate face that rarely got angry with great interest. He liked to explore Han Zhiqing's colorful expressions that she tried her best to hide.

When she is angry, she looks more attractive than when she is expressionless.

He even wanted to kiss her passionate lips in public.

But when Han Zhiqing heard his question, the anger on her face did not subside, but a hint of impatient contempt arose on her originally sullen face:
Chapter completed!