I’m Secretly Married to a Big Shot

Just listening to this sound makes people feel that people inside are not close.

She followed Wei Zheng into the office in a distraught mood.

"Mr. Mo, Miss Qiao is here."

After Wei Zheng finished speaking, he turned and left.

The door of the room was covered slightly.

For a time, only the man in the large office was Qiao Mianmian and the man sitting at the desk and reading documents.

This is a masculine office, most of the furniture is black, otherwise it is gray.

The color is very monotonous and a little dull.

Only a few pots placed slightly eased the monotonous color of the interior.

The man buried in front of the black desk...

Qiao Mianmian glanced peepingly, and felt the powerful aura on the other side.

He was in good shape, wearing a black shirt and two buttons on his chest, revealing his collarbone and looming muscles.

It looks... very sexy.

He lowered his head, and Qiao Mianmian could only see a rough outline.

But it can still be seen that his facial features are deep and three-dimensional.

Just as her eyes continued to linger on him, the man suddenly looked up.

Qiao Mianmian crashed into a pair of deep and cold eyes.

When she stared at the handsome and deep face of the man for a moment, her heartbeat suddenly missed two beats.

She had never seen such a handsome man.

The man's face was as if it had been sculpted by a ghost, and every part and every line of his face was so perfect that he couldn't pick out any flaws.

His facial features are very three-dimensional, very deep, with a pair of cold star-like cold deep eyes, the nose bridge is tall and three-dimensional, and the tight thin lips are **** and charming.

The temperament is noble and unmatched, and there is a breath of abstinence all over him.

There was no expression on his face, and his brows were cold. Even at a distance, Qiao Mianmian could feel the cold air coming from him.

When the cold star-like eyes looked at her, she had stopped breathing for several seconds.

She stared at him froze, for a time, her brain was blank.

Until there was a cold and magnetic voice in the ear: "Miss Qiao."

Qiao Mianmian recovered.

Recalling that she was staring at him like a **** just now, her face was hot, she bit her lip, and she was a little flustered: "You, hello, Mr. Mo."

Mo Yesi looked at the blush rising from her face, remembering that she was also blushing when she was under him last night.

His eyes darkened uncontrollably.

Opening again, the voice was slightly hoarse: "I don't know what happened to Miss Qiao looking for me?"

Qiao Mianmian seemed to have recovered.

Hearing this question, I remembered her purpose of coming here today.

She suppressed the strange emotion in her heart, sorted out her thoughts, and said, "Mr. Mo, I want to ask you to do me a favor."

Mo Yesi raised his eyebrows.

Qiao Mianmian also knew that it was a very strange thing that she suddenly asked for help from a stranger, but for Qiao Chen, she could not care so much.

After being silent for a few seconds, she said: "My brother has a heart attack and needs an operation immediately. I heard that Mr. Mo used to be an authority in the relevant field. I hope, hope..."

"Hopefully I can help your brother with this operation?" Looking at her swollen blushing face, Mo Yesi said the next hard words for her.

"Yes." Qiao Mianmian exhaled and looked at him pleadingly. "Please ask Mr. Mo to help my younger brother. He is only nineteen years old and still very young..."