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66 floors.

Mo Xun has been sitting in a high-backed chair since Mo Kai left, his whole body filled with a chill.

But no matter how long I sit, I can't seem to calm down, let alone go to work without any distractions.

Mo Xun frowned and pressed the internal line leading to the CEO's office.

An Ning was lying on the table writing furiously. The A4 paper in front of her was already filled with dense square words, all about Mo Xun's recent work arrangements.

The sudden ringing of the phone startled her, and she hurriedly answered the phone. A clear voice came from the receiver, "Please give me a cup of coffee."

In the office, Mo Xun lowered his head and typed on the computer keyboard.

An Ning gently placed the coffee cup where he could reach it.

"Thank you." Mo Xun stretched out his hand without raising his head. The hand holding the cup passed over An Ning who had not had time to withdraw his hand.

The unexpected contact made Mo Xun, who had been burying his head, raise his head, and their eyes suddenly met.

An Ning withdrew her hand and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Mo."

The voice is cold, like a cool spring in the mountains, making people want to take another look.

Elegant appearance, watery eyes with slightly raised tails...

Mo Xun was stunned for a moment, as if he had seen Qiao An, who was young and dazzling in a white dress on that bright afternoon many years ago.

"Mr. Mo?" Seeing Mo Xun looking at her seriously, An Ning felt a little hope in her heart. Was she thinking of her?

Mo Xun was brought back to his senses by this gentle call.

Realizing his gaffe, he picked up the coffee cup and took a sip.

"Ahem——"

Mo Xun coughed to suppress the urge to spit it out.

Although Qiao An said that the coffee beans produced by the president were sour, he had tasted them to some extent.

Today's cup of hand-brewed coffee is no longer bitter, it's simply hard to swallow.

An Ning looked at Mo Xun with a twitching expression in front of her, feeling a little embarrassed, but there was nothing she could do.

I can't blame her for the raw hands.

She has always had others make coffee for her, and this is actually the first time in her twenty-year life.

"Doesn't it taste good?" An Ning asked tentatively.

Mo Xun put the cup down gently and changed the subject, "Is this your first time in Mo Sheng?"

An Ning nodded, thinking that Mo Xun was remembering something, so she took the initiative to call her over, and her heart couldn't help but beat fast.

Unexpectedly, Mo Kai just said a faint "Hmm" and twitched the corners of his lips towards her.

It was obviously a routine expression of condolences to his subordinates. He was a gentleman and showed the upbringing of a decent person, but there was an obvious alienation in his tone.

It turned out that this man really didn't remember her at all. Qiao Ning felt a little lost for a moment.

Two days ago, at the banquet hall, I accidentally entered the back hall where food was stored.

Because I have been living abroad for a long time and am accustomed to eating Western food, I was attracted by the dazzling array of Chinese dim sum. Unexpectedly, I was bumped into.

It was the man in front of her who gently helped her out.

And it was that little episode that day that contributed to the reason for her being here.

But unfortunately, I don’t remember...

On the contrary, she herself was possessed and took his seriousness to heart, and even used her old father's prestige to find Mo Ran to get inside and come to him.

She is not An Ning, she is... Qiao Ning.

The reason why I use the surname An is because I once had a sister named "An".


Chapter completed!