In the business car on the other side of the screen, a man in a trench coat closed his eyes and reviewed the documents in his hand. His slightly messy hair fell on his glasses with a cold light on his forehead. He looked a little dusty.

"The next meetings will be moved to the back, and the time can be further compressed."

"I understand, Second Young Master."

The man closed the document and glanced at his phone.

Above the WeChat dialog box, the words "The other party is typing..." have been displayed, but no word has been seen for a long time.

Mo Kai's lips curled up slightly, and he was about to call directly.

Suddenly, a line of words floated over.

[Assistant Gao, I think you are upright, brave, and handsome. You are the type that young ladies like. Do you need a girlfriend? 】

After sending this line of text, Qiao An was very excited and kept staring at her phone waiting for a reply.

After a while, the other person replied: [If you know how to speak, just speak more.]

Qiao An felt happy, look, who in this world doesn't like to hear beautiful words.

Then he said: [I will introduce it to you another day. Young people should spend time when they should. Don’t waste the good times. Don’t let Mr. Mo of your family lead you astray. 】

【Partial?】

Qiao An took a deep breath, finally getting involved with the target person, and asked: "Isn't your Mo always what the rumors say, isn't it?"

Qiao An withdrew her message within two seconds after clicking send. Although she particularly wanted to know these two questions because they related to whether anything happened between her and Mo Kai that night, it was always rude to pry into other people's privacy like this.

Qiao An retracted and re-edited, [Is Mr. Mo okay?]

The other party did not reply again.

He is so cold and cold like Mo Kai!

Qiao An felt bored, threw his cell phone angrily on the bedside table, slumped on the hospital bed and continued to stare at the ceiling.

There was a push at the door.

The steps are from far to near.

Qiao An turned to his side and muttered as if to vent his emotions: "Xinxin, I feel uncomfortable."

Unprepared, he met a pair of eyes as dark as a cold pool.

An imposing man stepped forward, suddenly giving this simple room that smelled of disinfectant a dazzling light.

Qiao An's heart was beating wildly.

He opened his lips for a long time: "Aren't you in Switzerland?"

Mo Kai leaned over, straightened her crooked body, and said calmly: "There is someone at home who is worried."

Just these few light words, but they had a huge power, hitting Qiao An's heart, making her forget how to breathe.

"Cough-cough-"

Qiao An's face turned red from holding it back, and she coughed lightly.

Mo Kai frowned: "You still feel uncomfortable?"

It was uncomfortable, but obviously not the kind of discomfort he understood.

Qiao An's discomfort stemmed from the man in front of her. Likewise, he was the antidote. From the moment he appeared at the door, the illness was cured.

But Qiao An still pretended to be soft and nodded, stretched out his hand to grab Mo Kai's sleeves, told him to sit on the edge of the bed, and then put his head on his lap. He hummed a lot, like a

A weak kitten seeking love and affection after being bullied.

At first, the man seemed quite coaxed and stroked her hair, but as she hummed louder, Mo Kai's expression gradually changed.

Qiao An suddenly realized that he seemed to have been fooled.

The tone of the humming has already gone out of tune due to being carried away. It is delicate and soft, as if it is doing something indescribable.

She covered her mouth and stared blankly at the heroic man in front of her.

Mo Kai suddenly raised his wrist, and with his long and sharp fingers he took off the glasses hanging high on the bridge of his nose and put them aside. His amber eyes were not blocked by the lenses, and they were as bright as stars, with a rare possessiveness that was not easy to show.

.

The next second, Qiao An was completely pulled into his arms, receiving a kiss that was obviously aggressive and punishing.

Noses brushed against each other, breaths intertwined.

Qiao An's face turned red and her whole body felt weak.

After a long time, a forbearing and hoarse voice brushed past Qiao An's ear: "Do you know you are wrong?"

Qiao An's eyes were half-squinted, as if covered with fog, and his mind was filled with confusion. He mechanically asked: "Which one?"

"You also know more than one thing."

Mo Kai snorted, "This time, I will deal with you for everything."


Chapter completed!