"Good morning, president."

The receptionists and other employees in the hall can't help looking more at Mo ziyao's walking in with a little girl, but they haven't forgotten their identity. Their eyes were ignored directly by Mozi Yao, and xian'er was also very quiet. The delicate facial features and the earthy temperament were very pleasing to people. Even if there was a Mozi Yao around, he was not covered by his brilliance.

Entering the elevator, Mozi Yao looked down at the little guy beside him, still calm and calm. He sighed in his heart that he was born in a big family. Even if he did not appear in front of the media, his temperament was not what ordinary people could have.

The question that made him puzzled was why the girl's cooking was so good. In recent years, Fenglai pavilion has gone up to a new level, and its cuisine has always been at the forefront, becoming the vanguard of the trend of delicious food. If she can't eat what she wants, why should she do it herself?

It is one of the favorite places for rich ladies and wives to maintain their hands if they are soft and boneless. If you enter the kitchen, your opponent will have a lot of damage, which is also very bad for your skin. Therefore, the kitchen is one of their most taboo places.

This girl is so small that she should pay more attention to it, isn't it?

"What is brother Mo thinking?"

The elevator has arrived, and the man beside him is distracted. Xian'er has no choice but to remind him.

"I wonder why xian'er can make a good dish." Being outspoken just solved the little embarrassment.

When it comes to cooking, xian'er said happily, "Mommy often cooks for us to eat. Although the cooking is not as good as the chef, there is a taste of Mommy. Every time my brothers go home, my mother cooks and cooks food. There is no servant in my brother's house. Generally, the sisters in law make their own food. Like ordinary people, they don't mean to be done because they have money. "

The Secretary gaped at the little girl who walked in with the president. Two words echoed in her mind, so beautiful.

"Secretary Wang, bring in a glass of milk." Secretary Wang, who has not yet recovered his mind, listened to the president's low voice and ran to the elevator. They have everything here, except milk.

Standing in the elevator, Wang Lili looks at herself in the mirror. Her white skin has been aging in front of the computer all year round. It looks good under the cover of cosmetics. The tailored suit is wrapped with exquisite figure, and the long black hair is carefully pulled behind the head. It is a standard female white-collar. Looking down at the milk in her hand, she thought of her young and vigorous face, which naturally had no modification and made her feel ashamed.

Is it because of drinking milk that it becomes like this?

Xian'er felt that Mo brother's secretary was very strange. When she sent milk in, she kept staring at her face. Did she have anything on her face. The worried xian'er didn't drink the milk. She had a special identity. She did not want everything to be as good as possible, but to be careful. Mo ziyao was at work and didn't notice the change of xian'er.

She walked to the door lightly and tried to pull the door out. She stepped out with one foot. She thought it was not the case and closed the door again. He went to Mo ziyao and thought for a moment before he said, "brother Mo, I want to go to the bathroom."

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