When they completed the purchasing task from Delvaux, Fang Ziling dragged them back to Hermès to buy a briki.

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As soon as she left the store, Fang Ziling held up her bag, took a selfie, opened WeChat with a smile on her face, and clicked send.

"So happy?" Bai Muxue looked at Fang Ziling's excited look and asked casually.

"Send it to Brother Mo."

"Mo Kai?"

Fang Ziling didn't even raise her head, her fingers were flying on the WeChat input box, "Well, he said last time that I can choose whatever I want for my birthday gift. I want this and ask him to reimburse me."

Whose ears are these words from? It has a strong sense of showing off.

Bai Muxue's expression changed.

Qiao An, who was following behind, reluctantly tugged at the cross-body strap.

Mo Kai just came out of the conference room, took off his glasses and frowned, and happened to receive a WeChat message from Fang Ziling.

A selfie and a sentence:

"Brother Mo, I've chosen a birthday gift. You can reimburse me for it!"

Mo Kai glanced at it and replied expressionlessly: OK.

When he was about to close the dialog box, he caught a glimpse of Fang Ziling's selfie. He couldn't help but click on it, and his eyes were fixed on Qiao An, who was shrinking back.

The next second, he selected the one at the top with his long finger and clicked to open the chat dialog box.

:"is there anything you like?"

Joe: "What?"

:"Bag."

Joe: "You put surveillance on me?"

: "Tell me what you like."

Joe: "Anything?"

:"Um."

The other party is typing...

Joe: "You."

The other party replied instantly:

"good."

Mo Kai stuffed his cell phone into his trouser pocket, his eyes filled with smiles.

On the other side of the screen, Qiao An's face was full of coquettishness, and her mood instantly improved.

It was evening when we returned to the hotel.

Qiao An took a shower. Her fair face was like a freshly peeled egg. She was wearing a silky nightgown as thin as cicada wings that showed off her exquisite curves. Her long, wet hair flowed down her waist like a waterfall.

Slippers were pacing back and forth in the room.

His mind was filled with the WeChat conversation between the two of them, and his face turned slightly red. He raised his eyes and caught a glimpse of the room card left by Mo Kai.

People are somewhat curious about the private sphere, let alone Mo Kai.

His absence now makes Qiao Anxin arouse the desire to spy.

After two rounds of fighting with the black and white villain in his mind, Qiao An picked up the room key, put on a coat and sneaked up.

The door was opened, and it was a hotel with standard furnishings. The space was very open, including a study, dining room, bedroom, and even a recreation room.

But except for a bunch of documents neatly arranged on the study table and a neat collection of shirts and suits in the closet, there are no traces of his presence anywhere else.

Joanna pursed her lips and caught a glimpse of a medicine bottle beside the bed.

usana, main ingredient, lutein.

What's wrong with Mo Kai's eyes?


Chapter completed!