Chapter 2247: Why are you so good?

Wei Zheng knew that Qiao Mianmian would not blame him.
However, after a while, President Mo saw the wound on her face, and it was estimated that she would get angry.

"President Mo, the young lady is here." Wei Zheng pushed the door of the president's office open and stood at the door. "Young lady, you go first, and I will make you a cup of milk tea."
Qiao Mianmian loves to drink milk tea.
Having come so many times, Wei Zheng has long known her preferences.
Qiao Mianmian nodded and walked into the office.
Qiao Mianmian looked away from the laptop screen, raised his head, and reached for his glasses.
He rubbed his eyebrows: "If you want to come, don't tell me in advance."
Qiao Mianmian smiled: "It's not the first time I'm here to tell you what to do."
Qiao Mianmian rarely saw Mo Yesi wearing glasses.
He looked very gentle when wearing glasses. He was very gentle and had a feeling of scum.
It's the kind of bad man who looks like a gentleman on the surface, but is actually very sullen.
She actually felt... pretty good.
She walked over and picked up his glasses resting on the table: "Why are you wearing glasses? Wouldn't it be myopia?"
"No." Mo Yesi ticked his lips. "This is not myopic glasses. It's just used to eliminate tired eyes."
"What's wrong with your face?" Mo Yesi frowned as she discovered the redness on her face.
"Oh, accidentally hit by the microphone."
"Did you touch the microphone?"
"Ok."
"Where is the microphone?"
"Just the reporter downstairs."
Mo Yesi's face was even more ugly: "That group of reporters haven't left yet?"
Qiao Mianmian nodded: "Well, didn't go."
"I didn't say I didn't accept the interview. Why are they still below." Mo Yesi's face was a bit gloomy, "So you met them when you came? Was they hurt by the microphone in their hand?"
Qiao Mianmian looked at his dark face, walked to his side, and bent down to hug his neck: "It's not a serious injury, it will be swollen tomorrow. Just accidentally encountered it, don't you look so ugly? ."
"Wei Zheng has asked the security guard to take the reporter away."
Mo Yesi reached out and pulled her into her arms.
Qiao Mianmian fell on his lap.
He lowered his head, and his long fingers lightly touched the red and swollen area: "Does it hurt."
"Well." Qiao Mianmian nodded. "A little."
"I'll ask someone to buy some medicine for you."
"No, this one can reduce the swelling by itself."
"Why not." Mo Yesi's tone is not gentle, but his eyes are very gentle. "What to do if there is inflammation if you don't apply the medicine. Not all say that your girl's face is the most important. Don't care about your face, eh?"
After Mo Yesi finished speaking, he called a secretary to come in and let the secretary go to the pharmacy to buy some swelling and anti-inflammatory wipes.
Wait for the secretary to leave.
Qiao Mianmian lay on Mo Yesi's chest, and he leaned in on the collar of his shirt and took a deep breath.
A man's low smile came from above his head: "What are you smelling? I don't seem to have a woman's perfume."
"It's not a woman's perfume, it's your own body fragrance." Qiao Mianmian took another deep breath, "Mo Yesi, why do you smell so good."
Mo Yesi laughed: "Good smell?"
"Well, it's very good."
She really likes the smell on him.
No man's breath will smell better than Mo Yesi's.