Wei Zheng knew that Qiao Mianmian wouldn’t blame him.
But if Chairman Mo saw the wound on her face, he would probably flare up.
…
“Chairman Mo, Young Madam is here.” Wei Zheng pushed the door open and said, “Young Madam, go in first. I’ll make you a cup of milk tea.”
Qiao Mianmian loved milk tea.
After so many times, Wei Zheng had already figured out her preferences.
Qiao Mianmian nodded and walked into the office.
Mo Yesi looked up and took off his glasses.
He rubbed his temple and asked, “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”
Qiao Mianmian smiled. “Why would I tell you? It’s not my first time here.”
Qiao Mianmian rarely saw Mo Yesi wear glasses.
He looked especially refined wearing them.
He looked like a gentleman, but he was actually a bad man.
She actually found it… pretty.
She walked over and picked up his glasses. “Why are you wearing glasses? Are you short-sighted?”
“No.” Mo Yesi smiled. “I just use it when my eyes are fatigued.
“What’s wrong with your face?” Mo Yesi frowned when he saw the swollen area.
“Oh, someone accidentally bumped into me.”
“It was a microphone?”
“Mm.”
“Who is using a microphone?”
“The reporters downstairs.”
Mo Yesi’s expression darkened. “They haven’t left?”
Qiao Mianmian nodded. “Mm, not yet.”
“Didn’t I say I wouldn’t be interviewed? Why are they still down there?” Mo Yesi’s expression was a little dark. “So you met them on the way? You were injured by their microphone?”
Qiao Mianmian saw that his face was very dark and walked to him. She bent down and hugged his neck. “It’s not a serious injury. The swelling will subside by tomorrow. It was accidental. Don’t look so awful.
“Wei Zheng has already gotten the security officers to take them away.”
Mo Yesi pulled her into his arms, and Qiao Mianmian landed on his lap.
He lowered his head and gently touched the swollen area. “Does it hurt?”
“Mm.” Qiao Mianmian nodded. “A little.”
“I’ll tell someone to get you some medicine.”
“There’s no need for that. The swelling will go down soon.”
“Why not?” Mo Yesi’s tone wasn’t gentle, but his eyes were. “If you don’t apply the ointment, what if it gets inflamed? Didn’t they say that girls’ faces are the most important? Why don’t you care about your face at all?”
With that, Mo Yesi called a secretary in and got her to get some anti-inflammatory medicine.
After the secretary left, Qiao Mianmian leaned against his chest and took a deep breath.
The man chuckled. “What are you smelling?”
“Your scent.” Qiao Mianmian took a deep breath. “Mo Yesi, why do you smell so good?”
Mo Yesi was amused. “I smell good?”
“Mm, very good.”
She really liked his scent.
No man smelled better than Mo Yesi.
It was clean, refreshing, and had a hint of fragrance, like pine trees in the snow.
