Chapter 2262 Why Do You Smell so Good?

Wei Zheng knew Qiao Mianmian would not blame him.

However, if President Mo saw the wound on her face, he would probably get angry.

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"President Mo, the young lady is here." Wei Zheng pushed open the door of the president's office and said at the door, "Young lady, please go in first, I'll make you a cup of milk tea."

Qiao Mianmian loves milk tea.

Having come here so many times, Wei Zheng had already figured out her preferences.

Qiao Mianmian nodded and walked into the office.

Qiao Mianmian looked away from the laptop screen, raised his head, and reached out to take off his glasses.

He rubbed his eyebrows: "Why didn't you tell me in advance if you were coming?"

Qiao Mianmian smiled: "Why should I tell you, it's not my first time here."

Qiao Mianmian rarely saw Mo Yesi wearing glasses.

When he wore glasses, he looked very gentle and refined, with a kind of gentlemanly scumbag feeling.

He was the kind of bad man who looked very gentlemanly on the surface, but was actually very stuffy.

She actually thought... he was pretty good-looking.

She walked over and picked up the glasses he had placed on the table: "Why are you wearing glasses? Are you nearsighted?"

"No." Mo Yesi curled his lips, "These are not myopic glasses. They are just used to eliminate eye fatigue."

"What's wrong with your face?" Mo Yesi found the red and swollen area on her face and frowned.

"Oh, I was accidentally hit by the microphone."

"I was hit by the microphone?"

"Yes."

"Which microphone?"

"It was the reporter downstairs."

Mo Yesi's face suddenly became uglier: "The reporters haven't left yet?"

Qiao Mianmian nodded: "Yes, they haven't left."

"Didn't I say I won't accept interviews? Why are they still downstairs?" Mo Yesi's face was a little gloomy, "So you met them when you came here? Were you hurt by the microphone in their hands?"

Qiao Mianmian saw that his face was very dark, walked to his side, bent down and hugged his neck: "It's not a serious injury, the swelling will go down tomorrow. It was just an accident, don't look so ugly."

"Wei Zheng has asked the security guards to take the reporters away."

Mo Yesi stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms.

Qiao Mianmian fell on his lap.

He lowered his head, and gently touched the red and swollen area with his slender fingers: "Does it hurt?"

"Yeah." Qiao Mianmian nodded: "A little."

"I'll ask someone to buy you some medicine to apply."

"No need, this will reduce the swelling by itself."

"Why not." Mo Yesi's tone was not gentle, but his eyes were very gentle, "If you don't apply medicine, what if it gets inflamed? Isn't it said that your face is the most important for girls? Why don't you care about your face at all, huh?"

After Mo Yesi finished speaking, he called a secretary in and asked the secretary to go to the pharmacy to buy some anti-swelling and anti-inflammatory ointments.

After the secretary left.

Qiao Mianmian lay on Mo Yesi's chest, and he leaned over the collar of his shirt and took a deep breath.

A man's low laugh came from above her head: "What are you smelling? I don't seem to have the smell of a woman's perfume on me."

"It's not the smell of a woman's perfume, it's your own body odor." Qiao Mianmian took a deep breath while speaking, "Mo Yesi, why do you smell so good."

Mo Yesi said with a smile: "Smells good?"

"Yeah, it smells very good."

She really likes the smell of him.

No man's scent is better than Mo Yesi's.