Exclusive Sweet Marriage

Chapter 1689

"Oh, how can you respect me? Mounting you on the wall as an ancestor? I'll give you three fragrant pillars with three meals a day. "

"You." Young master Huang is so angry that he stares at Lu Yao. The man curses him to death.

"What are you doing with your big eyes? One is bigger than the other. It's a pity that you still squint. It's even uglier." Lu Yao raised his hand and patted Mr. Huang's face.

"You..." master Huang was so angry that he couldn't say anything.

The first time I saw this kind of person with cheap mouth, I was really a little white face, so I could speak with my mouth, and I had no other skills.

"Tut Tut, look at your self-cultivation. You are always stuttering. You are qualified to stand beside Mo Youan and go wherever you come from. Don't be a shame." Lu Yao pushed Mr. Huang.

His strength is heavy. All the gentleness in his life is given to Mo Youan. He pushes Mr. Huang to the ground and stares at him.

"What are you looking at? I want to fight this little white face. Come on Lu Yao clenched his fist and creaked.

Master Huang's eyes were startled. He didn't expect that this man had such ability.

"Don't try to bully people."

"Why, I'm a little white face raised in the boudoir. Are you afraid of me? It shouldn't be. Come on, come on

Mo You'an can't help laughing. Does this man come here to make fun of her boring work? Do you want to be funny?

How can you say anything? You don't care about his dignity.

"Brother Yao."

"Xiao'an, you have a good meal. Just leave these things to your man."

The name "xiao'an" came out of Lu Yao's mouth. Mo You'an felt goose bumps all over the place and quickly bowed his head to eat.

Even if Lu Yao lips smile, Huang childe see him like this, or instinctive fear, "you this violent man."

"Didn't you say I was a little white face? I don't want you to see the power of my white face. You really think I'm a vegetarian. "

"Stop, you stay away from me, or I'll call the police."

"Do you want me to dial for you?"

"You..."

"Xiao an." Mr. Huang turned his eyes to Mo Youan again.

Mo You'an knew that Lu Yao was angry, so he would not ask for help at this time, otherwise Lu Yao would have to fight to death.

"Look, people still like my little white face. I can't help it. Who can make me look good?" Lu Yao is very proud.

Young master Huang was so angry that he was about to vomit blood.

The noise in the office is so big that no matter how good the sound insulation is, people outside can hear some words, such as "little white face" and "Xiao an".

The company is also a breeding ground for gossip. It's lunchtime when someone is watching at the door, and gossip is spreading like wildfire.

"Chairman, is there a gossip you want to hear?"

Mo warm raised his head, "what's the matter?"

"Now the company is spreading that Mr. Mo has a white face. Now Mr. Huang is quarreling with people in the office. They are quarreling fiercely."

"Little white face? Is that Lu Yao? "

The Secretary laughed. "I don't know. I didn't see it."

"Whatever they do, it should be Lu Yao." Few people can enter Mo Youan's office.

There used to be a Yeyue, now listen to Mino said, people talk about a little girl friend, just won't come here to join the fun.

"Is that not to be dealt with?"

"Lu Yao will deal with it himself. We don't need to intervene."

Lu's men are the masters of their favorite wives. How can they allow others to think about their wives.

After a while, someone saw that Mr. Huang was thrown out with bruises on his mouth.

"Too much, little white face. You are too much."

Mo Youan's secretary quickly helped Mr. Huang up, "Mr. Huang, I'll take you downstairs."

"I'm not going to work with Morse."

When the door opened, Mo You'an came out with a cold face, "OK, you have signed the contract anyway. If you don't cooperate, you should pay the liquidated damages. We are not rare."

Mr. Huang's face is as ugly as constipation.

The Secretary grinned, thinking that they were all clay Bodhisattvas? There was no anger at all.

Mr. Mo has been tired of this man for a long time, waiting for this day.

Mr. Huang can't decide the penalty of that day's price. Mr. Huang always refuses.

"Xiao an, you can't do this to me."

"By the way, I'll tell you again that the man inside is my man. I don't want others to insult him, and I don't want him to be unhappy."

"All of you remember that if you offend him, get out of here. Don't work in the company." Mo You'an said the following words to the onlookers.

"We're going to break up and get together here." The Secretary rushed the man away.

He has been with Mo You'an for a long time, and naturally knows that Lu Yao and her friendship, but he didn't expect that when they became in love.

"I don't believe it." Mr. Huang still doesn't give up.

"Ask the security guard to drag people away. Don't make trouble here."

Mr. Huang's cry like a pig reminds Lu Yao of his lips, but when he hears Mo You'an's closing the door, he breaks down again.

Seeing Lu Yao sitting calmly on the sofa, Mo Youan went over and hugged him by the neck, "brother Yao."

"Xiao an." Lu Yao looks at Mo Youan.

"Can you stop calling me that? I have goose bumps all over me. "

"I don't think you enjoy it."

Mo You'an curled his lips and leaned against Lu Yao. "Don't you hear what I said? Why are you so jealous? "

"When people come to my wife's office to express themselves, do I have to open the door happily? I don't like grass on my head

"Nonsense, who let grass grow on your head?"

"If I don't come again, it will be soon."

"I'm too lazy to tell you."

Mo Youan was angry and went back to his position to deal with his work.

"Well, Mo You'an, are you not going to explain anything? Is that your attitude? "

"That's my attitude. If you don't want to see it, you can leave me alone. I don't like it."

"Mo Xiaoan, your temper is getting worse and worse."

"That's what I do."

Lu Yao, unable to laugh or cry, sat on Mo Youan's desk, raised her chin, and her eyes were lingering. "But I don't care how you look so angry."

Mo You'an gave him a white look, patted his hand, "are you masochistic?"

"Probably."

Mo You'an can't get angry with Lu Yao at all. He's giving her lunch at noon. She's too happy to make trouble with him.

"Xiao an, I'm not angry."

"Call it another way."

"Wife."

"That young master Huang is an old customer of Mo family. His father used to talk with his aunt in person. Now he is going to take over the company and let him talk about things. My aunt has given me this cooperation. I also want to stabilize this customer."