Chapter 520

Luo Luo looked at Mo lengqing for a while, and her restlessness became more and more intense. She waved her hand, and her tone was impatient: "this thing is like this. Let's call it a day. I hope you don't do it again."

She said, turning to leave.

"Wait a minute." Mo Leng Qing quickly steps forward and holds Luo Luo's wrist.

Luo Luo turned his head and twisted his small face together. He could see his displeasure: "what are you doing?"

She tried to struggle two times, did not earn the hand of deinking cold engine.

Men's palms radiate hot temperature, the power between the fingers is great, let Luo Luo have a kind of his own hand, is being imprisoned by the iron hoop with the same feeling.

"Let go!" Luo Luo stares at eyes, voice is icy.

Look at the expression, there are a lot of ink cold engine don't let go, she don't know what will do, even don't dare to guarantee things.

"Ye Ling No, Lolo, we agreed. For the time being, trust me, and I'll find the evidence and put it in front of you, won't I? " Mo lengqing's expression is helpless.

The dark pupil looked straight at Luo Luo, what emotion in the fundus of the eye is gradually accumulating, more and more, more and more thick, as if the next second will be overstocked, burst out.

Luo Luo's heart trembled: "you..."

At this time, the receptionist downstairs knocked on the door and came in. She was dragging a small silver tray with two cups of steaming coffee on it.

Luo Luo quickly breaks away Mo Leng Qing's hand, retreats in the far corner, and opens the distance between himself and Mo Leng Qing.

The rare Mo Leng Qing seems to have relaxed his strength and let Luo Luo's behavior go.

The front desk lady disguised her curiosity in her eyes, hung her head down and looked at the toes of her feet. The pattern in front of her was exquisite, but she looked as if she had been ground smooth and had no room.

"Mr. Mo, Mr. Lingye."

The front desk lady quickly put two cups of coffee on the desk of Mo lengqing and stood aside waiting for the next step.

The atmosphere in the president's office is a little strange. Naturally, the receptionist can see it.

Mo lengqing and Ling ye did not sit. They were separated in the huge office. They looked at each other from left to right. The air was surprisingly quiet. Only occasionally could they hear the whirring wind coming from the shutters.

Mo Leng Qing glanced at the front desk lady, waved her hand, and finally broke the silence embarrassment of this room: "OK, you go out first."

The receptionist was greatly relieved. She immediately went to the door, opened the door of the office and went out without hesitation.

Until the frosted door of the office was closed, and the slightest movement in the president's office could not be seen or heard, the front desk lady was surprised to feel that her back had been sweating.

The atmosphere between Mo and Ling Ye is really strange.

When she was downstairs, she looked at the two people and felt that there was a kind of ambiguous atmosphere between them. It seemed that pink bubbles were bubbling everywhere.

But now, the receptionist really doesn't feel it at all.

A man like Mr. Mo is a straight iron man who can't be straight any more, OK?

What's more, it depends on the state he just got along with Ling ye, so far apart

It's really not pink at all, it's not ignorant at all, and it's not girlish at all!

feel disillusioned, OK!