Qiao Mianmian: "How many flowers did you send?"
"1314, I heard that this number is very good."
"..."
"However, if you give so much, our small apartment will not fit."
Qiao Mianmian was certainly very happy to receive the flowers.
But like Mo Yesi’s gift, it’s estimated that the family will become a sea of flowers.
As soon as she finished speaking, Mo Yesi frowned.
Qiao Mianmian thought he was unhappy, and immediately hurriedly explained: "I don't mean that I don't like it, can you not send so much? We really can't hold it there, and so many flowers wither and throw away unfortunately."
"Those flowers are expensive? If you really want to send me something, I would rather give me a little practical."
Speaking of this sentence, Qiao Mianmian felt that he had no romantic cells.
But she really hopes that Mo Yesi can give her something useful.
It's better to take that money to take her to eat delicious food,
"Are you angry?" she asked softly, looking at his face.
Shouldn't she say this?
Anyway, he cares about her, so he will please her and pursue her in this way.
"No." Mo Yesi looked down at the girl in his arms and his eyes softened. "How can I get angry with you. Since you don't like me to send so much at once, I will pay attention in the future."
"But you just..." It looked like he was angry.
Mo Yesi was silent for a while, and he smiled and said: "Just thinking of some other things. Baby, let's get back to business, okay? How did you think about my proposal?"
Qiao Mianmian was not so hypocritical, he said that this kind of share came, she could not refuse.
She looked at him and nodded, "Well, I promised you."
*
Soon, Mo Yesi began to work.
Although he is a big boss, he does not belong to the idle one. Soon after he took over Mo's, many big and small affairs of the company have to pass his hands.
When he was busy, he was absorbed in dealing with work, and had little communication with Qiao Mianmian.
Qiao Mianmian was also afraid that he would bother him, and did not talk to him.
She took out her mobile phone, turned off the sound effects, and opened the downloaded game to play.
The two sit at the desk and the other sits on the sofa. They do their own things without disturbing each other. Occasionally, they raise their heads to make eye contact, and then continue to do their own things.
Although they haven't said anything to each other, this silent companionship is still different from when he was alone.
Qiao Mianmian likes this way of getting along.
time flies.
Unconsciously, it was noon.
The work of Mo Yesi finally came to an end.
After processing a document, he dropped the pen in his hand and reached out to rub his brow.
Then he looked up at the girl lying on the sofa.
The petite little person occupies a corner of the sofa, holding the mobile phone while intensively playing with something, and the white and slender, slender fingers swiftly point on the screen of the mobile phone.
The long hair of the shawl fell, covering half of her cheek.
Her face was very small, not as big as his slap.
Partially covered, it seemed that she was so small and small, and her dark eyes were bigger and rounder.
In the eyes, it seems to be inlaid with glazed beads.
Eyes drooping down, long and thick eyelashes are almost covering the eyelids.
