Chapter 102

Mo Cheng respectfully walked to the president's desk, stood still, nodded slightly, and said respectfully: "Master, I have already greeted Mr. Zhang from the auction house, this Friday is just a brief walk through the scene, When the auction is over, you can get the ambergris back!"

"Well, well done."

Nan Jinshen unconsciously picked up the black pen on the table and vibrated, looked up at Mocheng with approval, smiled, and replied coldly.

"Thank you... Master for the compliment"

Mocheng was a little surprised at the young master's pair of cold black pupils, because their young masters have always been inhumane and seldom said such compliments to them.

This was the first time that the president of NTU praised him for doing a good job, causing Mocheng to be a little overwhelmed. He just stood there stupidly for a long time before regaining his senses, and continued to ask, "Master, is there anything else? order?"

"Come with me to pick out some clothes this afternoon"

"what?"

Mocheng was stunned again, because their young master was provided with food, clothing, housing, and necessities, and he didn't need to worry about it at all. But this time, he unexpectedly wanted to pick clothes, so it was definitely not for himself, it should be for his wife!

Sure enough, she saw Nan Jinshen raised her head, her thin lips lightly parted and reminded: "Go and ask Aunt Fu, my wife's size and model, we will go shopping in the women's clothing store in the afternoon."

"Oh oh oh... ok"

Mo Cheng's face immediately recovered, his calm and steady appearance as always, he hurriedly bowed to answer. After all, the matters concerning Mrs. are not trivial matters. If you anger the lord-like CEO, you will not be able to afford it.

"Go now."

"Yes Yes"

Until Mocheng gently left, and silently closed the office door.

Nan Jinshen was still turning the black pen in his hand. His mind was full of sweet memories of last night. Her youth, tension and beauty made him addicted without realizing it.

He was wearing an expensive black suit, sitting on the desk with a cold expression, his aura was overwhelming, and he was a little sleepy after correcting a document. The scenery is firm, the eyes are firm, and the face is indifferent, like an aloof emperor, noble and cold.

That woman, he has protected him in his life.

...

Su Yuyan didn't know that Nan Jinshen went to pick clothes for her in the afternoon. After lunch, she took a nap and set the alarm clock to two o'clock.

When I woke up, I went to the bathroom to wash myself. I changed into a black trench coat, black leggings and a pair of black shoes in the cloakroom. I went to the garage downstairs and drove a red Ferrari in a cold and sassy way. , The car left the Nanjia villa like an arrow.

After receiving the order from the President, brothers Mo Ya and Mo Xuan, who were in charge of protecting the young lady, didn't have time to catch up when they saw their young lady driving the red car like lightning, disappearing in a swish.

They had no choice but to inform the young master and the young lady that they drove away. Nan Jinshen received the news, raised her eyebrows slightly, her obsidian-like black eyes were a little deep, and said lightly: "Forget it, you don't have to follow, let her do it. what she wants to do."

Unlike other women, her wife is a bird born with wings. He doesn't have to imprison her by his side. As long as he always trusts her, he believes that nothing can separate them.

Mo Xuan Mo Ya got the reply from the president, and felt a little relieved, and went back, no longer going to follow, and let the young lady do what she likes.

It was still raining in the whole city, the sky became the color of ink, and there was a dank chill in the air.

Su Yuyan wore a pair of thin black gloves, a black windbreaker wrapped around her thin body, and her long jet black hair was tied up in a ball, neatly tied behind her head.

She drove the car to No. 45, Xigang Street, an extremely remote and cold street. She took out her mobile phone and glanced at the time. It was almost 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and her cold eyes flashed a bit of arrogance, sternness and majesty.