Seeing her holding up a form in front of her, she approached him and asked, "What are you looking at, are the accounts of the garment factory?"
"..."
Mo Yongheng didn't respond for a moment, but just stared at the report in front of him.
In the breath, there is a faint fragrance from her body.
The distance between the two was too close, and if he wanted to raise his hand, his hand would touch her arm.
He couldn't concentrate at all.
Even when he heard her speak, he forgot to answer, and instead said: "Zheng Yan, sit opposite me."
Zheng Yan: "??"
Zheng Yan was obviously confused by his words, she blinked blankly, and made sure she heard correctly, she moved the chair, sat across from him, and looked at him innocently.
Don't know what happened to him.
Why does it feel like his face is a little red, and his breathing is a little bit wrong.
His hands were still tightly gripping the armrests of the chair, which looked very uncomfortable.
"Are you feeling unwell? Otherwise, I'll take you to the hospital!" Zheng Yan said, and was about to help him, Mo Yongheng stood up from the chair with a whoosh.
Lian took several steps back, avoiding her hand.
Meeting her dazed gaze, she coughed lightly, "I may have eaten too much, go to the bathroom, sit here and wait for me."
After Mo Yongheng finished speaking, he disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The hasty footsteps seemed to be being chased by someone.
Zheng Yan watched his figure disappear, sat back on the chair silently, picked up the phone to send a message to Nian Xiaomu.
Zheng Yan: [Condolences from the people, are you okay when you were caught by your husband?]
After waiting for a while, when Nian Xiaomu didn't reply to the message, she sent another one.
Zheng Yan: [Hey, could it be that you have already been eaten alive by Young Master Han and sacrificed your life heroically? What to do, Mo Yongheng is acting weird today, I'm so scared too!]
Later, there were a few crying expressions.
Then, when the news was sent out, the same went nowhere.
Zheng Yan has confirmed that Nian Xiaomu is probably really eaten up and wiped out, and she is too tired to reply to her messages.
Putting down the phone, he stared at the door anxiously until Mo Yongheng came back.
He should have washed his face with cold water, his face is no longer red, and his breathing is normal, but there are still drops of water on his face. When he walked in, the drops of water that slid down from his forehead just slipped past his chin and sank into his mouth. shirt collar...
Zheng Yan was a little engrossed in watching, and he didn't pay attention when he walked in front of him.
It wasn't until he heard the sound of him pulling out a paper to wipe his face that he quickly looked away.
Now the blushing turned into her.
The scene before me is just now...
So shy!
She covered her face with her hands, lowered her head and lay down on the table, and after a while, she didn't have the nerve to raise her head.
Worried about what would happen if Mo Yongheng saw something.
"If you're sleepy, I'll take you back to rest first." Seeing her lying on her stomach, Mo Yongheng said thoughtfully.
Zheng Yan raised her head and quickly waved her hands, "I'm not sleepy, I'm not sleepy, I just eat too much..."
Why is this excuse the same as what he just said
Zheng Yan was taken aback.
Mo Yongheng was also stunned.
Then the two looked at each other, speechless.
In the next second, at the same time, he moved his eyes guiltily and sat down quietly.
Zheng Yan dragged over a report in front of her, and asked grumpily: "How to proofread, tell me, and I'll help you read it together."
Mo Yongheng didn't doubt Zheng Yan's ability, so he simply told her what to do, and the two of them started working.
The night is drunk.
As time went by, everything around became quieter.