Chapter 503 Are You Angry?

Qiao Mianmian: "How many flowers did you give?"

"1314, I heard this number has a good meaning."

"..."

"But if you give so much, our small apartment won't be able to accommodate it."

Of course Qiao Mianmian was very happy to receive the flowers.

But if Mo Yesi gives it like this, the house will probably become a sea of ​​flowers.

As soon as she finished speaking, Mo Yesi frowned.

Qiao Mianmian thought he was unhappy, and immediately explained hurriedly: "It's not that I don't like it, but can you stop giving so many? We really won't be able to put them there, and it's hard to throw away so many flowers if they wither." pity."

"Those flowers are expensive, right? If you really want to give me something, I would rather you give me something practical."

After saying these words, Qiao Mianmian felt that she had no romantic ability.

But she really hoped that Mo Yesi could give her something practical.

It would be best to use the money to take her to eat delicious food.

"Are you angry?" She looked at his face and asked softly.

Shouldn't she have said that?

No matter what, he cared about her, so he would please her and pursue her in this way.

"No." Mo Yesi lowered his eyes and glanced at the girl in his arms, his eyes softened and he said, "How could I be angry with you? Since you don't like me giving so much at once, I will pay attention to it in the future."

"But you just..." It looked like you were angry.

Mo Yesi was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "I just thought of some other things. Honey, let's get back to the business, okay? How have you considered the proposal I just made?"

Qiao Mianmian wasn't that pretentious. He had already said it to such an extent that there was no way she could still refuse.

She looked at him, nodded and said, "Yes, I promise you."

A pleasant smile flashed in Mo Yesi's eyes, and he lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.

*

Soon, Mo Yesi started to work.

Although he is the big boss, he does not belong to the idle side. Not long after he took over the Mo family, many matters of the company, large and small, had to go through his hands.

As soon as he got busy, he concentrated on handling work matters and had almost no communication with Qiao Mianmian.

Qiao Mianmian was also afraid that she would disturb him, so she didn't talk to him.

She took out her phone, turned off the sound effects, and clicked on the downloaded game to play.

One of them was sitting at the desk and the other was sitting on the sofa. They were doing their own things without disturbing each other. Occasionally they would raise their heads and make eye contact, and then continue to do their own things.

Although they haven't spoken much to each other, this kind of silent companionship is still different from when they are alone.

Qiao Mianmian quite likes this way of getting along with each other.

time flies.

Before I knew it, it was noon.

Mo Yesi's work finally came to an end.

After he finished processing a document, he dropped the pen in his hand and rubbed his eyebrows.

Then he looked up at the girl sitting on the sofa.

The petite little person occupies a corner of the sofa, holding a mobile phone and playing something attentively. Her white and slender fingers, like green onions, are tapping rapidly on the screen of the mobile phone.

Her shawl-length hair fell down, covering half of her cheeks.

Her face was very small, no bigger than his hand.

Half of it was covered, which made her look even smaller. It also made her dark eyes bigger and rounder.

The eyes seemed to be inlaid with glass beads.

His eyes were lowered, and his long and thick eyelashes almost covered his eyelids.