President's Single-minded Love

Madame Xuanji asked Yan xiaonuo to sit down, but she said with a smile, "ah Jue, I really didn't expect that you would come here in person."

Mo xijue's eyes looked at Yan xiaonuo: "Xiaoxuan, I will come here anyway."

Unfortunately, Yan xiaonuo lowered her head and didn't see that Messi was looking at herself. Listening to this sentence, she despised him a hundred times.

Smelly man! Big radish with flower heart!

Madame Xuanji didn't seem to find anything different. She said to Yan xiaonuo, "if you have a pen in your hand, you should have a pen in your heart. In this way, your works will have a soul and move people's hearts."

Yan xiaonuo carefully tasted this sentence, for a long time no words. It's no wonder that she always feels that her works lack something. It's just like a dead jade. No matter how gorgeous the appearance is, it's just a scandal.

She was instructed and her smile brightened.

Xuanji nodded to Yan xiaonuo with admiration, looked at the time and said with a smile, "I should go back, Yan Wanju. I'll work hard in the design competition. I'm very optimistic about you."

Yan xiaonuo was so surprised that he couldn't say anything. "Madame Xuanji, do you know me?"

With a faint smile and no explanation, Mrs. Xuanji left the lounge directly.

Yan xiaonuo also wanted to leave, but was stopped by Messi: "how, after enjoying, I want to run?"

"What nonsense!" Yan xiaonuo almost fell over by his words.

Mercy stood up and pushed her into her arms. Her long fingers ran through her skirt, tickling her.

"I don't like ungrateful women."

"I don't like men who take advantage of me."

Before Yan xiaonuo's voice fell, Messi would have roughly sealed her lips.

"Well..." Yan xiaonuo can't help but make a sound. However, Mo Xijie's action is more rude. She feels a trace of pain.

When he heard her painful voice, he immediately let her go, with a faint pity in his voice: "I'll help you reduce swelling."

Yan xiaonuo's face instantly red, "this is the school's Lounge!"

Messi took her in his arms and sat down. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh? Do you want me to help you with the swelling on the playground

"I don't mean that!" The words small Nuo Fu forehead, only feel headache.

"What do you mean "You're inviting me?" he asked, putting his hand on her abdomen? It's a pity your body won't allow it. "

Yan xiaonuo was speechless, but she saw that Moxi would take out a tube of ointment and gently pick it with a cotton swab and apply it on her red and swollen lips.

Transparent and cool ointment, and a faint fragrance, the swelling and pain on the lips instantly eased a lot.

That's what he meant by helping her get rid of swelling? Yan xiaonuo saw more and more banter in his eyes, only then knew that he understood wrong.

"You..." Yan xiaonuo just want to say something, moxijue's index finger gently on her lips.

"Don't talk, or I don't care if you take the medicine in your stomach." Messi decided to pat her on the buttocks to make her stand up.

Yan xiaonuo face burst red, in the heart abdominal Fei he is stinky rascal.

"Angry words are not conducive to the recovery of swelling and pain. Would you like to speak earlier?" Said, he raised the ointment in his hand, carelessly said, "Fu Jingchen that quack doctor gave me medicine is quite effective."

Yan xiaonuo looked at mexichen in a daze and added a "belly black" to his label.

He handed her the medicine and the cotton swab, in a low voice, "wait a minute. If it still hurts, you can take the medicine yourself."

Yan xiaonuo took the medicine, with his temperature and cool fragrance on the medicine bottle. She couldn't tell what it was like.

Mo xijue and Yan xiaonuo go through a special channel. They get on the car of moxijue directly and return to Heng'an villa.

Yan xiaonuo went into the room, washed his face and saw his lips in the mirror. Although she was still a little red, she felt no pain.

She didn't know what he wanted. She sighed and put the medicine in the drawer.

When she came out, she saw Messi in her study, dealing with the computer. She had to admit that this man was very attractive when he was serious.

She went into the kitchen, ready to make some desserts. Recently, she has been eating medicated food and almost forgot her taste.

After finishing his work, he suddenly smelled a sweet smell. He frowned and went to the kitchen.

"Work done? Come and have some cake Yan xiaonuo came out of the kitchen with a smile. There were two small cakes in the plate in his hand.

Mo Xi Jue looked at the two pieces of ordinary cake, and saw her shining eyes. Suddenly he was in a good mood and sat down.

Yan xiaonuo put one of the cakes in front of him, then picked up a small spoon and began to eat.The sweet taste of cream makes yanxiaonuo feel very happy, and Moxi will give her the flowers on the cake.

"You don't like cream?" Yan xiaonuo looks at the cream on the plate and asks.

"Well, I don't like sweets." Mercy answered softly, and then put the cake into his mouth.

"Sorry, I'll put less sugar next time." Yan xiaonuo smiles apologetically.

Mercy looked up at her without saying anything. She ate the cake faster.

"You can eat slowly..." Yan xiaonuo can't help but say, "it's easy to choke."

After finishing the cake, he asked, "is there anything else?"

Yan xiaonuo looked at his plate, "no, only made two pieces, next time I will do more."

"Well, don't eat after you've finished. The chef will come to make medicine food later." Said mercy, placing the silver spoon on the plate.

Yan xiaonuo used a spoon to light the cake and asked, "how many days do you need to eat medicated food?"

"A month." The answer was simple and clear.

"No? Is it okay not to eat? " Yan xiaonuo's small face is almost turned into bitter gourd.

"No way," he said

Yan xiaonuo skimmed his mouth and ate the cake stuffily.

Mo Xi Jue saw her sullen expression and frowned. He put the newspaper on the table and turned away.

Yan xiaonuo looked at his back stupidly, feeling a little baffled. After eating the cake, she felt that she was not hungry.

Well, less sugar next time.

At this time, a servant sent over today's fashion magazine. Yan xiaonuo was about to put the fashion magazine on her desk when she heard the angry voice of mercy on the phone.

"Let him go at once! Change someone at once

"What's the use of him if he can't do such a simple thing well?"

Yan xiaonuo shook his head, the man's temper is really can not be provoked, she carried the fashion magazine into the room.

Turning to the top of the fashion magazine, a whole page of color, Messi Jue's handsome face appeared in front of her.

Mr. mexicho, President of imperial group, is praised as "the son of God" by the media. Yan xiaonuo mumbles the introduction in small words beside the photo. His lips are slightly cocked and his smile is bright.

Son of God This face of Mo Xi Jue deserves the title.

she turned over as like as two peas and saw a familiar picture. She looked down at her dress and looked exactly like the magazine.

She couldn't help looking at it again. She saw the name of the designer of the dress, Mrs. Xuanji.

Yan xiaonuo's smile stagnated for a moment, then showed the expression of thinking.

She thought that, as Mrs. Xuanji said, her dress was different, which made her notice her and treat her differently.

However, this piece of clothes that MoSi insists on wearing is one of the works of Xuanji.

She thought for a long time, but she couldn't figure out why Mo Xi decided to do this.

Yan xiaonuo rubbed his head, Mo xijue's hand covered up, touched her hair, the voice did not have the slightest anger, "uncomfortable?"

"No Yan xiaonuo shook his head and laughed at him.

Moxi decided to nod. At this time, the doorbell rang and yanxiaonuo got up to open the door.

She was a strange cook. The cook bowed 90 degrees when she saw her: "excuse me, is that Miss Yan?"

"It's me."

"Miss Yan, I'm a medicated dietitian sent by housekeeper Vader. I'll be in charge of Miss Yan's medicated diet in the future."

Yan xiaonuo doubts: "what about the former one?"

"How long will it take to stand there? Don't you want to be fried Without waiting for the doctor to reply, there was a voice of impatience from behind.

The medicinal dietitian quickly apologized to Messi, and Yan xiaonuo had to let him in.

She looked at the pharmacist as if facing a formidable enemy to make medicated food. She sighed in her heart. When the finished medicine food was brought to the table, she tasted it, and her expression was stagnant.

"What's the taste?" he said

Yan xiaonuo opened her eyes, and the rest of her eyes glanced at the trembling body of the medicinal dietician.

"It's delicious." Yan xiaonuo instantly understood what was going on, and she took another bite with a smile.

The doctor of medicated food suddenly relaxed, and then said wisely, "Mo Shao, Miss Yan, I'll do it again in the evening."

Moxi nodded slightly, and the doctor left in a hurry.

Yan xiaonuo ate the medicine food in the bowl bit by bit. The taste was really much better than the cook before. Mo Xijiang looked at her small face no longer wrinkled together, and her gloomy face gradually became soft.

"Less ink." Yan xiaonuo put down the spoon, raised his eyes and looked at mexichi. There was a little hesitation between the expressions."Say it." Mo xijue said a word simply and neatly.

Yan xiaonuo's eyes are clear and his voice is soft: "because I think the medicine food before is not good, so fried that chef?"

It never occurred to mercy that she would ask so directly. The silver spoon in her hand almost fell on the plate, and a drop of soup fell on the table.

"Don't think about it because I don't like him." Mo xijue's voice was obviously uncomfortable, as if he had been told that he was in the middle of something.