Qin Mo's beautiful brows frowned into the character Sichuan.

Cold, tolerant, impatient.

And the depression that almost pressed his heart made him want to subconsciously pull his tie.

However, it is the end of the year.

Major companies are indeed busy.

Don’t look at some ordinary employees during the New Year’s Eve.

Those who really do group CEOs have the most social engagements at this time.

The higher the position, the more so it is.

Secretary Liang was afraid that their president would feel calmer, so he immediately said: "Mr. Qin, you have another appointment to go there."

“Turn off.”

Two very indifferent words.

Qin Mo reached out and picked up the coat that was on the back of the chair.

Secretary Liang whispered: "It's the An family."

Qin Mo paused for a moment, and his emotions gradually recovered: "My grandfather is back?"

"Yes, go home for the New Year and let you pass."

Many people know that Qin Mo is a young master in the military region, but he doesn't know that he is the only grandson of the An family.

The international settlement really has mastered a lot of economic lifelines.

The old man doesn't come back often.

Qin Mo glanced at his cell phone again: "Go to the house."

"yes."

Time passes by little by little.

Qin Mo received a call from the boy.

But he chuckled and said a few words, and then planned to quit.

Qin Mo sat in the back seat of the Hummer with his eyes fainted: "When did you get the habit of asking others to help you answer the phone?"

"There's no choice, I'm just busy." What Fu Jiu said was half true and half false.

Qin Mo chuckled, without any sign of happiness, and his voice was nice: "Hurry to take a shower? If you are so willing to take a shower in front of others, I will let you take a shower in front of me. Do you understand?"

Fu Jiuyi thought about the scene and said decisively: "I am actually very conservative."

"I can see that I confess my love to others at any time, which is indeed very conservative..."

Fu Jiu:...God, hasn't this thing gone long ago?

Listening to the pause on the other side of the phone.

Qin Mo could also imagine the boy's slightly depressed expression. The coldness on his thin lips finally dissipated a little, and he began to say serious matters: "I'll pick you up after six o'clock, there's something going on here."

"When it comes to this, if Brother Mo is busy, he won't be able to pick me up. I'll go with Yaoyao." Fu Jiu sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his legs were long, and the sunlight hit her face, and the picture was beautiful.

Qin Mo didn't know that the person on the other side of the phone had already put on women's clothes. Only after listening to the boy's words, his eyes became colder: "Whatever you want."

After saying these three words.

Qin Mo hung up the phone.

No.

Rather than saying he hung up the phone.

It would be better to say that he threw his phone aside.

With such force, even in the car, it made a lot of noises.

Secretary Liang was driving in front of him and didn't dare to look back at all.

Mr. Qin is even more abnormal than before...

Fu Jiu looked at his cell phone and was puzzled.

Are you angry?

It should be angry, indeed.

The great god should be very busy today and is still thinking about picking her up.

I guess I don't want her to face so many gazes by herself.

But she felt good about his appointment...

Fu Jiu touched the bridge of his nose.

But now I'm angry.

If you see the great god, you will notice something.

The great god will be angry again then.

It's definitely not that easy.

"Nine Palace, my friend is here." Xue Yaoyao walked in again: "Just downstairs."

Fu Jiu jumped off the balcony and handed her another set of clothes: "Let your friend wear this, and his hair is sprayed silver."
Chapter completed!