Leng Ningyu stopped joking and asked worriedly: "Qiu Mo, are you sure about the new system of GAME WORK?"
Qiu Mo nodded: "I have almost finished the design, but I still need to fill in the details. As long as you download this system, it will automatically fix the defects of TP5."
"Okay, I will let my team do their best to cooperate with you." Leng Ningyu said happily. After this blow, he almost became discouraged with himself, but he knew that the strongest has its own strong hand. The key is not to make mistakes.
Mistakes, but how to correct them if you make them so that you don't make them again in the future.
Xiaotian immediately tapped the cake plate with a spoon, with two or three cute cake crumbs still on his mouth, "Actually, you don't know, Qiu Mo has always had this talent. When Brother Xiao took the exam for me, it was Qiu Mo's gang.
I answered the question."
Leng Xiao frowned. Xiaotian thought he had done it perfectly. In fact, he had known about her little thoughts. However, what he didn't expect was that Qiu Mo's talent in this area was so outstanding, even higher than that of Qiu Mo.
Leng Ningyu, however, she is the woman he loves coldly, no matter how dazzling she is, it is natural.
It was hard for him to imagine how, with all her talents, she could devote herself to being an unloved wife in this house every day, just because she loved him.
Thinking of this, he put his arms around her slender waist and pulled her toward him domineeringly.
"Woof." A dog barked, and Carter, who had been taken for a walk by the servant, came back. He smelled a familiar smell far away from the door, and almost jumped to Qiu Mo, placing his two front hooves on hers.
On his legs, he kept wagging his tail and rubbed his head straight into her arms.
Behind it, the bouncing spoon also moved over. Look, it is right. Its little master is back again. The day when it turned over and sang like a serf has finally come. That Carter, look at it.
Dare to bully yourself.
But what is the situation in front of him? Carter seems to be very close to his little master. Seeing the little master smiling brightly, he feels that his sky is suddenly stormy. Oh my God, is he going to fall out of favor?
"Spoon." Qiu Mo leaned over and picked up the spoon, touching its soft fur with great distress: "Spoon, I have wronged you."
When Carter saw Qiu Mo holding the spoon, he immediately shouted twice in dissatisfaction.
The spoon stared at it with fiery red eyes: If you want to compete with me, huh, no way.
Their intimate behavior immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of a certain man, especially when he saw the spoon rubbing against her soft arms, he had not received such treatment.
"Axiu, get these two things away quickly." Leng Xiao said with a cold face.
"What are you doing? We just met and you are chasing them away." Qiu Mo said with some disappointment.
Xiaotian snickered from the side: "Some people are even jealous of animals, cough cough."
Leng Xiao glanced sideways, and Xiaotian was so scared that he quickly covered his mouth.
Qiu Mo also thought it was funny and didn't want to make him unhappy, so he handed the spoon to Axiu and said, "Give him a carrot."
Spoon's eyes were shining and he was smiling happily.
When Carter saw his master's expression was very bad, he immediately walked over to please him. Leng Xiao reached out and touched its head, "You are such a wall dog."
Listening to the laughter coming from downstairs, Nie Ronghua walked around the house in a restless mood. She didn't expect Qiu Mo to really come back, and seeing that both Xiaotian and Leng Ningyu were extremely enthusiastic about her, as for Leng Xiao
Not to mention, she is so pampered that she is like a piece of cake.
She didn't know what to do, so she had to call Mrs. Murong.
Madam Murong saw Murong Qianqian eating two mouthfuls of food in a hurry and then going upstairs worriedly. She asked her what was wrong, but she didn't say anything. Just as she was about to catch up, the servant shouted in the living room: "Madam, please give me your phone number."
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"Well, here we come."
Mrs. Murong answered the phone and recognized Nie Ronghua's voice, and immediately complained sadly: "Sister, Qianqian is in a bad mood today. Did she have a fight with Leng Xiao?"
Nie Ronghua felt guilty and forced a smile: "Sister, my wife is back..."
"What?" Mrs. Murong cried out loudly: "How could Leng Xiao do this? Who does he think our Qianqian is? Qianqian will not be his lover."
"Sister, please don't be angry. Haven't they not remarried yet? As long as they don't remarry, there is still hope for Leng Xiao and Qian Qian."
"Everyone has moved back, so what hope is there?"
"Sister, I always have many ideas. Please think of a solution quickly and I will definitely cooperate with you." Nie Ronghua said anxiously.
Mrs. Murong sighed: "Okay, sister, let me think about it first and let you know if there is news."
Mrs. Murong put down the phone and saw Murong Qianqian hurried downstairs wearing a black leather coat. She quickly went up and asked: "Qianqian, where are you going so late?"
"Mommy, please leave me alone." She said in an unhappy tone.
"Qian Qian." Madam Murong stopped her: "Is it because of Leng Xiao?"
Murong Qianqian lowered her head and said nothing. She originally wanted to calm down, but as soon as she closed her eyes, it was his face. Now she just wanted to see him, even if it was from a distance.
"Do you love Leng Xiao? Qian Qian?"
Murong Qianqian trembled, turned his back to her, and said for a long time: "Love."
"Then Mommy knows."
"Mommy, please don't interfere in my affairs." Murong Qianqian left her words and hurried out.
*****
After Leng Xiao finished today's meeting, he turned off the remote control, got up and walked to his bedroom. The usual room he would only go in to rest when he was tired. It was completely a cold box without any emotions.
But it was different now. When he thought that there was someone waiting for him inside, he felt like returning home. He didn't know that the corners of his mouth were slightly raised at this time, and that smile was so charming.
When he opened the door, there was no familiar shadow on the soft and spacious bed. He frowned dissatisfied, and his sharp eyes wandered around the room, and finally landed on the desk in the corner. She was sitting on the chair.
She stared at the laptop in front of her without blinking, while the pen in her hand kept recording what she saw.
He walked over unhappily, why was she still playing on the computer so late? Didn't she know her physical condition?
Just when he was about to reprimand her, he realized that what she was writing turned out to be a program. Although he didn't quite understand the technical issues in mobile phone design, he could understand that she was upgrading TP5, which was the GAME WORK.