Chapter 822: Young Master Gong, Old Master Qiao Is Here
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Mo Yesi looked up at her and his expression softened.
He was obviously pleased by her words.
There was a smile in his eyes, but his face was still tense. “I didn’t ask you for it.”
“Yes, yes, yes.” Qiao Mianmian continued to coax him. “You didn’t ask me for it, I wanted to buy it for you.”
“Buy me something expensive?”
“Mm, the most expensive one.”
“I didn’t force you.”
“Yes, yes, yes. You didn’t force me. I did everything willingly.”
“Then, you said you’d go to the mall later.” Mo Yesi smiled.
He reached out and pulled Qiao Mianmian into his arms, letting her sit on his lap as he flipped open a document. “Accompany me to read the last few documents, and I can get off work.”
Qiao Mianmian wriggled in his arms and adjusted herself into a more comfortable sitting position. She reached out and hugged him. “Then, will my actions affect your work?”
The girl in his arms was fragrant and soft.
The sweet scent lingered in his nose. It was impossible that it didn’t affect him at all.
He always felt a little restless when he hugged her.
He wanted to do something else.
But it felt too good to hold her. He couldn’t bear to let her go.
He took a deep breath and suppressed the heat from her movements. “Baby, as long as you don’t move around, it won’t affect me.
“Otherwise, if you twist it a little more, I might not be able to guarantee what will happen later.”
As if to prove his point.
Qiao Mianmian felt it as she sat on his lap.
She stiffened in his arms and dared not move anymore.
Last night… this man had gone overboard.
Moreover, her legs were still sore from all the torture.
She didn’t want to be tormented before she recovered …
…
At a private clubhouse.
A handsome man was sitting in a pavilion in a vintage-looking courtyard.
There was a pond around the pavilion, filled with pink lotuses.
The man leaned against the vermillion railings and held a fish food in his hand. His slender and fair fingers pinched the fish food in the small porcelain bowl and threw it into the pond, attracting a group of fish to fight for it.
An exquisite tea set was placed on the stone table at the side. The tea artist in the clubhouse poured water into the teacup with a Yixing clay teapot. Once the hot water was poured on it, the refreshing fragrance of the tea rose and spread in all directions.
The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of tea.
The tea artist handed the teacup to the man who was feeding the fish. “Young Master Gong, please try it.”
Gong Zeli tossed some fish food into the pond before turning around. He took the wet handkerchief from the waiter and wiped his hands.
After he was done, he took the cup of tea.
He had just taken a sip when he heard footsteps approaching.
The footsteps stopped.
“Young Master Gong, Old Mister Qiao is here.”
Gong Zeli looked up at Qiao Ruhai and smiled.