C38 The old man be jealous

Zhao Qian raised his head and saw Xiao Yan's almost black face.

He quickly added, "Oh, but there's also Madam's friend, Rolo!"

With three people together, there was no way that anything would happen between Rong Cheng Mo and Qiao Mo!

Xiao Yan's complexion looked a little better, but his black eyes were still as dark as though ink was about to drip out of them.

That little woman dared to hide the truth from him and secretly went to see Rong Cheng Mo …

Hilton Hotel.

Qiao Chen couldn't help but shiver.

She had a nagging feeling that a pair of eyes was staring at her. It was as if she was carrying Xiao Yan on her back, doing something shameful.

Rong Cheng Mo's long and narrow black eyes held a kind smile as he glanced at the stunned Qiao Mo on the dining table. Rolo nudged her with his elbow and said, "Silently, Rong, you're the one who should speak …"

Only then did Qiao Mo come back to his senses. Feeling a little embarrassed, he said to Rong Cheng Mo, "Chief Rong, I'm sorry. My health hasn't been well recently, so I can't keep up with your concentration."

Rong Cheng Mo seemed to be very concerned about her and even asked kindly, "Are you not well? What's wrong? In the current weather, you little girls should not wear too little just for the sake of being beautiful. "

Qiao Mo smiled. "Alright, thank you for your concern, Director Rong."

"Jomo, today I asked you to treat me to a meal. I don't really want you to apologize. I just feel that based on your performance at school, as well as some of your works of art, I've also seen them. They're all very good. Why … He had to give up such a good opportunity? Our company can provide you with a very good platform. "

Qiao Mo thought for a moment before replying, "Oh, it's like this. I have some personal reasons, so I am unable to go. I am also very sorry about this matter. I hope Director Rong doesn't mind. "

"Personal reasons? Can you tell me something? " Rong Cheng Mo raised his eyebrows and asked.

Jomo pursed his lips. Rong Cheng Mo had no intention of talking to her.

"Is it inconvenient to say?"

Qiao Mo smiled perfunctorily. "I'm sorry, Director Rong."

Luo Luo Luo saw that they were in a deadlock, so he smiled and said, "Chief Rong, since we're here to eat, let's not talk about official matters anymore! Hilton's dishes are too expensive. You should hurry up and eat them, don't waste your silent good intentions. "

The three of them only ate their meals and no longer talked about their work.

… ….

After lunch, the three of them left the Hilton Hotel.

The driver of Rong Cheng Mo drove the Bentley from the underground parking lot to the Hilton Hotel.

Before Rong Cheng Mo got on the car, he suddenly invited Qiao Mo. "Qiao Mo, do you have time this weekend?"

Qiao Mo let go of Rong Cheng Mo twice. He already felt guilty towards him so he asked, "Does Rong Cheng have anything that I can help with?"

"There's going to be a dinner party this weekend, but …" Rong Cheng Mo shrugged and said helplessly, "I haven't found a suitable partner yet."

Qiao Mo was startled. He frowned and said with some difficulty, "Director Rong, I'm afraid I'm not too suitable …"

After all, her identity in the outside world was "Mrs. Xiao." Wasn't it a bit outrageous for her to openly be Rong Cheng Mo's companion at a business dinner?

Furthermore, Xiao Yan also said that Rong Cheng Mo was his sworn enemy.

Rong Cheng Mo seemed to have expected her to say this and understood her concerns. He explained, "Don't worry, we're just friends from the business circles who have a good relationship with each other. However, they all have female companions, so it doesn't make sense if I don't bring you along. No one should know you."

According to what Rong Cheng Mo said, it was just a private social meetup.

"Director Rong, I really might not be able to be your partner."

Instead of getting angry, Rong Cheng Mo laughed politely and said, "How about this, I'll do my best to look for her. If I really can't find her, will you come and be my partner? Jomo, frankly, I like you. "

Qiao Mo was startled. He looked at him suspiciously.

Rong Cheng Mo immediately explained, "Oh, don't misunderstand. I said I like people, but I like your professionalism. You know, the Rong family values talent a lot."

Qiao Mo's heart was finally at ease.

There was no way she could refuse Rong Cheng Mo's warm welcome. Furthermore, the one thing Qiao Mo disliked the most was owing people favors. She thought that she might as well use this opportunity to return the favor to Rong Cheng Mo, and stop contacting him in the future.

Xiao Yan seemed to hate Rong Cheng Mo.

Qiao Mo bit his lips and said, "Director Rong, I can promise you that I will come to this banquet, but can I only accompany you to attend this banquet and return home early?"

Rong Cheng Mo smiled, "Of course you can."

… ….

At the Xiao family's villa.

After Qiao Mo returned home, he snuck in through the door. Subconsciously, he entered with his back bent.

When Aunt Yan came out of the kitchen and saw her sneaking around, she frowned and asked, "Young madam, why are you so bent when you're walking?"

Jomo did something shameful and immediately straightened up when she saw her sister-in-law. Just as she was about to speak, she heard a faint male voice coming from the living room.

"Since you've done something shameful, you should naturally bend your waist."

Qiao Mo's heart skipped a beat. Wasn't that Xiao Yan's voice?

When she went in to take a look, Xiao Yan was already sitting on the sofa in the living room, leisurely flipping through the documents.

"You, why did you come back so early today?"

Xiao Yan threw down the document and his cold gaze fell on her face. With a slightly aggressive tone, he asked, "Why? It seems that I came back so early and ruined your good fortune?"

Jomo bit his lip and said as he walked in, "I'm glad you came back early."

"So happy?"

The man got up, slipped a hand into his suit pocket, and walked over to her.

Jomo's finger paused, then he smiled sweetly. "Of course!"

"What do you want to eat tonight? I'll go cook!"

Xiao Yan exposed her without any trace of politeness, "Change the topic."

With a dark tone, he turned around and walked upstairs without any hesitation.

Qiao Mo: "…"

What happened to him? Could it be that after she went to eat with Rong Cheng Mo, he found out about it already?

So well-informed?

Thinking of this, Qiao Mo was momentarily sleepy. His eyes flashed and he hurried upstairs.

She didn't knock on the door and went straight into Xiao Yan's study.

"Did you send someone to watch me?"

Xiao Yan was sitting at a desk with his eyes fixed on the document. He didn't even raise his head as he said in a cold tone, "Get out."

"I don't."

Jomo was stubborn.

Xiao Yan slightly raised his black eyes, his gaze was indifferent like he was looking at a stranger, but his tone carried a sense of education, "No one taught you manners? "Who taught you how to enter someone else's study without their permission?"

Jomo was furious. Who was the one that changed the subject? It was clearly him.

She pouted and stomped her feet. Then, she turned around and walked out of the room. She knocked on the door a few times like she usually did. She imitated his weird accent and asked, "May I enter now, Mister Xiao?"

Xiao Yan didn't say anything, as if he had tacitly agreed.

Only then did Jomo walk in with his lips pursed.

"Now you can answer my question!"

He must have known that she and Rong Cheng Mo were having dinner, so he showed her his expression.

Xiao Yan spoke plainly, "As your legal husband, shouldn't I keep an eye on Mrs. Xiao's movements and movements?"

Instead, he leaned over, propping his head on the desk with his hands and blinked his clear black and white eyes, and asked with a smile: "Are you concerned about me? Worried that I would be kidnapped by bad people? "

Xiao Yan didn't give her any leeway to daydream, only saying, "You're not a three year old child, and won't be tricked by the traffickers."

Jomo: "... "Seriously, can't you say something nice?"

For example, he said, silent, I'm afraid you've been tricked or something.

As for Xiao Yan, he was actually a man who wouldn't give girls those kind of pink bubble dreams.

But, Jomo liked him.

"Jomo, you seem to have forgotten what I told you."

Jomo leaned against his desk, blinking his long eyelashes. "But I let Rongcheng Ink pigeon go twice. Shouldn't I treat him to a meal?"

Moreover, even if Rong Cheng Mo was his sworn enemy, hadn't she already promised him that she wouldn't work for Rong Cheng Mo company?

In private, as a friend, Jomo treated Rong Cheng Mo and Rolo to a meal.

"Eating with Rong Cheng Mo, can that satisfy your vanity?"

As soon as he heard this, Jomo stared at him with wide eyes, lips parted, staring at him in a daze. How was it that eating a meal had anything to do with vanity?

"I just had a meal with a friend. Mr Xiao, can you not be so stingy?"

Xiao Yan's eyes flashed with hostility. "Qiao Mo, don't forget about your identity."

"I haven't forgotten. It's Mrs Xiao. I remember her."

The corners of Xiao Yan's eyes were scarlet red, as if he was an angry and hibernating beast.

Qiao Mo was afraid of him and shut his mouth. He turned around and didn't want to argue with her anymore. "I will go downstairs to make you food."

Food should be able to ease his mood.

… ….

Jomo stood in the kitchen, waiting for something to come out of the oven.

She thought, how come she and Xiao Yan didn't even talk for three sentences, yet they were already quarreling?

Qiao Mo asked his sister-in-law, "Sister Yan, did Xiao Yan have a bad temper since he was young?"

Behind him, his sister-in-law didn't reply. Jomo called out to her again, thinking she hadn't heard, "Sister Yan?"

When he turned around, he saw a familiar, handsome, plain white face.

Qiao Mo was frightened. He shook his hand. Why was this person standing behind her without a sound?

"I have a bad temper?"

The man pressed closer, staring at her with his black eyes, causing Jomo's hair to stand on end.

Qiao Mo didn't say a single word. He only opened his big watery eyes and raised his small face to look at him in shock.

Xiao Yan snorted coldly, "Rong Cheng Mo has a good temper?"

"I, I didn't say that."

This man, why is he always holding on to Rong City?

It was as if there was absolutely irreconcilable hatred between them!

Xiao Yan glared at her fiercely.

The oven opened with a "ding" sound.

Jomo pointed to the oven behind him. "Okay, okay."

Only then did Xiao Yan leave. Mo Mo Mo turned around and walked out of the kitchen.

Qiao Mo thought to himself. Xiao Yan's reaction to Rong Cheng Mo was so huge, then wouldn't the weekend banquet be ruined as well?

But she had already promised him.

… ….

At a villa halfway up the mountain.

It was drizzling outside. Song Xianzhi stood in front of the window, pressing the business card in his hand and dialing Su Painting's number.

The call connected quickly.

Su Painting was not surprised at all. She smiled tenderly and said, "Miss Song has finally thought it through. You intend to cooperate with me?"

Song Xia knew that Su Painting did not have much trust in him, so he asked, "You helped me get big brother Xiao, but what benefits can you get from that?"

"To tell you the truth, I hate Jomo."

"Why? You like Big Brother Xiao too? "

Su Painted sneered. "You're overthinking it. You've seen me before, so you probably think that I look like Qiao Mo. I just don't like her."

"Miss Su, this reason of yours isn't too bad for deceiving children."