After all, he was still in the office, Mo Chutian didn't go too far, after he pushed him on the sofa and kissed him, the matter was considered over, but this was only Mo Chutian's unilateral past. Mo Ruanmiao was like a cooked shrimp, she huddled on the sofa with a red face and did not dare to move, for fear of attracting Mo Chutian again.
Not long after, the sound of flipping files came from the room. Mo Ruanmiao pricked up his ears and listened for a while before touching his ears and raised his head carefully. However, when he raised his head, he bumped into a pair of smiling eyes .
Mo Chutian was not looking at the document at all just now, the sound was made by him on purpose.
Mo Ruanmiao gave Mo Chutian an annoyed look, raised her hand to cover her mouth, "You work hard, don't look at me anymore."
Mo Chutian also raised his hand, his fingers slowly brushed his lips, as if he was meditating on something, he smiled meaningfully, and said in a low voice, "Okay, I'll stay with Miaomiao after work is over."
After saying this, Mo Chutian really started to work, and Mo Ruanmiao breathed a sigh of relief.
After a while, the secretary brought some snacks and a cup of hot drink. The label on it was Mo Ruanmiao's favorite family. Mo Ruanmiao thought it would not be such a coincidence, but after thinking about it for a while, she knew it must be Mo Chutian's order .
Thinking of this, the corner of Mo Ruanmiao's mouth secretly raised an arc.
In the following time, Mo Chutian handled business affairs very seriously. When Mo Ruanmiao had nothing to do, he took out the sketchbook and pen in his backpack and drew to Mo Chutian. He just sketched out the outline.
When Mo Ruanmiao began to draw, his energy was particularly focused. He observed Mo Chutian unabashedly, his eyes were straightforward and enthusiastic. When Mo Chutian put down a document and looked up at him, he was caught by such eyes. hit.
Seeing that Mo Ruanmiao was so serious, Mo Chutian didn't bother him aloud, but wondered what Mo Ruanmiao was painting in his heart, and he thought it was him. Thinking of this, Mo Chutian's already happy mood became even better.
It was five o'clock before he knew it. Mo Ruanmiao put away his notebook and pen. He rubbed his shoulders and yawned again. Because there were classes in the first and second periods in the afternoon, he didn't take a nap at noon, so he was a little sleepy now.
And Mo Chutian still needs some time.
Mo Ruanmiao looked at it casually with his mobile phone. When he was browsing the homework assigned by the teacher, a message popped up in the message bar. It was Mo Qixing who saw it. So he hurriedly read through the homework requirements, and then clicked on this message.
When Mo Ruanmiao saw the content of the news, he didn't think there was any surprise. As early as October, Mo Qixing specifically told him about this matter in video. It was nothing more than asking Mo Ruanmiao when he would return to France to study. His teacher Miss him terribly.
Mo Qixing's attitude is not tough, it has always been a negotiable attitude. So now, Mo Ruanmiao still has the same thought, he doesn't want to go back, France doesn't have Mo Chutian, so he doesn't want to go back.
This time, Mo Qixing undoubtedly did not get the answer he wanted.
Mo Qixing's mobile phone was at hand, and he quickly replied to the message, but this time he didn't say yes, but began to ask Mo Ruanmiao why he didn't want to go back to France.
Across the screen and communicating in text, Mo Ruanmiao was not under so much pressure to face this question. He thought about his words carefully, typed a lot of words, mentioned Zheng Junmei, his body, and In the current school life, Mo Chutian is the only thing not mentioned.
Mo Ruanmiao picked Mo Chutian cleanly, but the fact is that all the reasons are no match for Mo Chutian. It is not an exaggeration to say that if Mo Chutian wants to take over the French industry now, and will not return to S city in the next one or two years, then Mo Ruanmiao will follow no matter what, the above mentioned to Mo Qixing The reason can be put another way.
At half past five, Mo Chutian finally finished his work. He picked up the windbreaker on the hanger and put it on. He straightened his sleeves and walked towards Mo Ruanmiao. Seeing that Mo Ruanmiao was staring at the phone, he asked: "looking at what?"
"Ah?" Mo Ruanmiao shook, put away his phone, shook his head and said, "I didn't see anything, I just flipped through it."
Mo Chutian didn't think too much, picked up the schoolbag in one hand, and took Mo Ruanmiao's hand in the other. He joked: "You can look so seriously even if you flip through it casually, so how serious are you when you look at me?"
As soon as Mo Ruanmiao heard this, she knew that Mo Chutian must have found that she was peeking, so he poked his neck and said, "I'm just looking casually, staying here is so boring."
I don't know where Mo Chutian's bad taste came from. After getting on the elevator, he was still talking to Mo Ruanmiao.
"I feel bored, why did you sneak over here alone?" Mo Chutian teased.
Mo Ruanmiao went around to get himself in, he smashed the jar, stretched out his hand and touched Mo Chutian's ten fingers.?Slowly caressing Mo Ruanmiao's back, his clothes were brought up a lot by his movements, Mo Chutian glimpsed a large piece of whiteness from the corner of his eye, and his breathing suddenly became a little rough.
Mo Ruanmiao has long been unable to tell what evening this evening is, and the sketchbook has long since slipped aside.
At this time, the mobile phone placed aside suddenly rang.
The two of them woke up instantly. Mo Chutian frowned and didn't want to take care of the phone. Mo Ruanmiao blushed and struggled a bit. He said vaguely, "The phone rang."
"It doesn't matter." Mo Chutian bit his lip to let him concentrate.
But the phone kept ringing, and Mo Ruanmiao was very flustered. He refused to let Mo Chutian kiss him. Mo Chutian had no choice but to let Mo Ruanmiao go, and took the phone resignedly. He took a closer look. , it was Mo Qixing.
He answered the phone, holding Mo Ruanmiao's hand in one hand, his tone was not very good, "Dad, what's the matter?" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com