Chapter 707 (1/2)

”Mr. Mo, I know I'm wrong.” The assistant drooped his head, looking like he was waiting to be released.

”Get out of here.” As soon as Mo HaoChen throws his pen, he closes his eyes and hears the assistant leave in a hurry. But he is full of Su Lu.

On the day of the accident, the moment she got off the bus, he recognized her. How could he forget her or not recognize her.

But this little guy didn't even give him a chance to explain at the beginning, so he directly left a lock between them. There was some resentment in his heart.

”Blood feud?” He sneered. He could not help imagining in his mind what Sulu looked like when she said this sentence. It must be very lovely.

”You think too much, little thing.” Mo HaoChen opened his eyes, arranged his clothes, stood up and went outside the office.

Unconsciously, he came to Sulu's temporary studio outside, the door was not closed, he can accurately hear the dialogue inside.

”Sister-in-law, I'm really sorry for this incident. I've also delayed your time. I'll make a special apology to you after I'm busy with Guochao.” Sulu's voice is soft and waxy, just like dough, which makes people want to rub it.

”We're all a family. It's a shame to say that.” Luo Fei son stretched out her hand to rub Su Lu's head, ”don't be too busy late, go home on time.”

”Well.”

”Then I'll go?”

”I'll see you off.”

”Good.”

The voices of the two sisters are getting closer and closer. As soon as Mo HaoChen's subconscious step turns, he goes to the next room. The next room is the tea room. There is no one at this time, which avoids his embarrassment.

He hasn't left the tea room, but Sulu comes to the tea room after seeing off Luo fei'er.

Four eyes are opposite, Mo HaoChen pretends calm ask: ”seek me?”

Sulu didn't expect to see him in the tea room. In fact, he shouldn't be here. His office is not near here.

Looking at his calm eyes, Sulu lifted her lips. ”I didn't expect that Mr. Mo's conjecture was so serious!” She's looking for him? Think with your toes, you know it's impossible.

”Conjecture?” He murmured.

”It's about imagining things that don't exist and don't happen.” She kindly explained, but also can not help adhering to the idea of the doctor's parents, adding, ”this is a disease, it must be treated.”

Do you think he's sick?

Mo HaoChen's lips rose unconsciously, and there was a bit of fun in her eyes. After a few years, the little thing became more and more sharp.

Mo HaoChen deliberately came up to her and asked her, ”how can we treat this disease, Dr. Su?” His voice is low, magnetic, and especially pleasant.

Su Lu swallowed her saliva. Don't open her eyes. She pretended to be calm: ”you have to go to the doctor for the treatment of conjecture.”