Closing his eyes, he actively put his hands around Mo Junhao's waist and buried his head on Mo Junhao's chest.

Facing Han Zhiqing's sudden initiative, Mo Junhao's body stiffened for a moment. The next second, his deep blue eyes were filled with a smile of joy. He tightened his long arms and pulled Han Zhiqing away.

The hug was tighter.

Han Zhiqing didn't speak, she just released her helplessness in his arms. Mo Junhao didn't ask, he thought, she must have thought of someone or something that made her lose control like this.

Cry in front of him.

If she doesn't tell him, he will know sooner or later. Now that this woman can take off her strong disguise and shed tears in front of him, it is already a little satisfying for him.

He stood on the side of the road holding her in his arms, feeling her trembling body gradually calm down from the initial excitement, and the smile in his eyes became deeper, thick and full of tenderness.

Until the person in his arms struggled to withdraw from his arms, there were still traces of tears on his face, but the clear and beautiful face seemed to have returned to its distant and calm posture.

He curved his thin lips and said to Mo Junhao: "The president is right, everyone has their moments of sadness."

Her voice returned to its former coolness. When she said this, her eyes were at the place where Mo Junhao touched, towards the red Spyker sports car parked not far away, and her thin lips raised a hint of provocation.

Mo Junhao's eyes followed her gaze to the distance. Outside the red Spyker sports car, Han Zhiwei stood.

The pair of unacceptable eyes stared at the two of them closely, the small mouth was slightly opened, and the enchanting red phoenix eyes in the past were now resting on Han Zhiqing's slightly provocative smile with a strong anger.

Mo Junhao's expression froze, the joy just now was wiped away by such an unexpected scene, and there was also an incredible look in his blue eyes.

Seeing Han Zhiqing smiling proudly, she stretched out her hand, smoothed the wrinkled shirt on Mo Junhao's chest, and said softly:

"Now...it's time for someone to feel sad."

After saying that, he glanced in Han Zhiwei's direction again, revealing a successful smile, but it was extremely cruel.

Then, with a slight curl of his thin lips, Mo Junhao turned around and left with a smile under Mo Junhao's angry blue eyes.

Mo Junhao stood there with a dejected look on his face, the disappointment in his eyes gradually emanating from his deep eye sockets. He stared blankly at Han Zhiqing's seemingly relaxed and proud figure walking forward slowly. Suddenly, his eyes

The light faded, and she took a long stride and walked towards Han Zhiqing.

That back was burning with anger that could not be ignored, as if he had been tricked, and the person who tricked him was the woman he cared about most.

"Han Zhiqing, stop right here!"

He stretched out his long arm and pulled Han Zhiqing's body backwards.

The one he met was still Han Zhiqing's smiling eyes, now looking at him with a nonchalant look on his face and raising his eyebrows.

"The president seems angry."

At this moment, she was like a naughty child, blinking her bright black eyes and smiling playfully at Mo Junhao. Even with such a playful smile, there was still no trace of warmth or emotion.
Chapter completed!