Han Zhiqing smiled lightly, and her eyes slowly met his angry face, but her eyes were so cold that it chilled Mo Junhao, "It's not that I'm against you. I really don't care about anything except instant noodles."

Not interested."

She stood up from the sofa, straightened her mood, ignored the bursts of fragrance coming from the kitchen, and said: "The president will take that pot of food back after he has finished cooking it. If others know that DKS is small,

The director asked the president to cook and eat for me with such condescension, I'm afraid I can't bear it."

After saying that, he raised his feet and was about to leave the living room, but Mo Junhaohan stopped him with his hand with a face on his face.

The temperature on Mo Junhao's face suddenly dropped a few points. In Han Zhiqing's eyes, she seemed to see the most real Mo Junhao, a man as irresistible as a god and as dangerous as Satan.

A hint of coolness curled up on his thin lips, with a hint of sarcasm: "I thought Director Han never cared about other people's opinions, but it seems that may not be the case now."

His words caused Han Zhiqing's eyelashes to twitch slightly, and then she proudly faced Mo Junhao and said: "Since the president has discovered that I also care about other people's opinions, can you cooperate with me?

When I walked out of my house, a man and a woman were alone in the same room, and I was worried that others would think elsewhere."

She smiled so lightly that she got rid of the relationship that was still lingering at the beginning so easily. It made Mo Junhao feel cold and at the same time, he became even more angry. He even became arrogant when speaking.

He started to choose his words.

Seeing his thin lips curl up into a sarcastic sneer, he lifted Han Zhiqing's chin with his fingers, forcing her to look at him: "We have all done it. Even if others really think elsewhere, it is still true.

What do you think, Director Han?"

Han Zhiqing's face turned cold because of his reminder, but she could only pretend that it didn't matter. After Mo Junhao said these words, her eyes looked directly into his blue eyes, and her thin lips curved.

rise--

"Now that we've done it, shouldn't the president leave contentedly? Could it be that the president wants me to pay you a sum of money to sleep with you?"

"Han Zhiqing!!!"

Mo Junhao's face was livid with anger because Han Zhiqing said such words so indifferently.

Did this woman just treat their relationship as a one-time paid fling from beginning to end?

Facing his sullen roar, Han Zhiqing moved the corners of her mouth indifferently and cast her eyes towards the door. Ignoring the sullen look on Mo Junhao's face, Yun Danqingfeng said:

"The door is right there. President, I don't need me to see you off personally."

Mo Junhao's face darkened again and again when faced with her calm attitude. In the next second, he leaned forward half a minute towards her, suppressing the anger in his heart and said:

"Han Zhiqing, don't think that because I tolerate you again and again, you can really be so arrogant. If you do this again, don't think that I will care about you anymore!!!"

His wishful words caused Han Zhiqing to sneer disdainfully, her eyelids moved slightly, and she opened her thin lips slightly to face Mo Junhao's livid face:

"What I ."

These four simple words made Mo Junhao change his face once again.

Seeing her fingertips pointing in the direction of the door, she raised her lips and said, "President, you know how to open the door. Please go slowly."
Chapter completed!