"Mom." Pang Yalash pulled away Zi Huai's hand clearly: "She is the Secretary Geng I told you about. She really looks like my eldest cousin, right? I was shocked when I saw her for the first time.
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Geng Mo smiled, even though it was just a disguise. She enjoyed watching Zi Huai's reaction. She really wished that she was dead. At this moment, she turned into a ghost to lock his life as a Pang family. But she could see Zi Huai's reaction.
The expression on Huai's face was as if she had seen a ghost, and she felt joy in her heart. Zi Huai had just held her hand, which proved how shocked and frightened she was when she saw him. Her wet fingers and palms were inexplicably wet.
Make Geng Mo excited.
"Miss Geng, don't mind, this is my mother. You and my eldest cousin look too much alike. So she also misunderstood." Pang Yalash explained for Zihuai, and Zihuai's eyes almost wanted to see everything.
He looked straight at Geng Mo.
"It's okay." Geng Mo smiled understandingly: "There are many similar people in the world, and occasionally there will be some misunderstandings. Miss Pang, Auntie, I will take you in." She bowed respectfully and took it from Hu Lei's hand.
The copywriter turned around and walked towards Bo Chen's office. Zi Huai's eyes made her secretly wary.
Obviously, her aunt was not as innocent as her daughter. Although Pang Yalash gave an explanation, Zihuai's character might not be that easy to believe.
After bringing Pang Yalash and her daughter into Bo Chen's office, Geng Mo put down the documents in his hands: "This is the copy sent by Manager Hu."
She took the opportunity to look up at Bo Chen's face, and he was also looking at her. His face was calm and calm, but his eyes were struggling and distressed. Geng Mo suddenly discovered that everyone can pretend, but Bo Chen obviously hadn't thought clearly about how to choose and deal with it.
His relationship with Pang Yali.
Almost subconsciously, Geng Mo cast a sad glance at Bo Chen.
"Mr. Bai, do you want some coffee or tea?" she asked, her eyes lowered. She happened to see a piece of paper on Bai Chen's desk with a date written on it: April 11th. That was what Bai Chen and Pang Yashi were preparing to do.
On the wedding day. So before coming in, was he thinking about how to solve this problem?
"I want lychee red." The happy Pang Yalash gave the answer before Bo Chen could answer. "I drank it when I came here last time. I like the taste."
"Then a cup of lychee red and a cup of coffee."
Geng Mo turned around and smiled: "What about aunt?" She did not hide from Zi Huai who had been observing her secretly. If she wanted to look, she asked her to take a closer look. She even took two steps closer to Zi Huai: "Aunt, please
Tea or coffee?”
"Coffee." Zihuai replied stiffly. Zihuai is already in her forties, but she takes good care of herself. There are no obvious wrinkles in tiny places like her neck. Her skin is still as fair as a thirty-year-old woman.
Delicate. But the calculating eyes gave away his age. The contemplative, judgmental, doubtful, and somewhat unbelievable eyes stared at Geng Mo's face like nails, almost wanting to punch a hole in his face.
"Okay." Geng Mo smiled and deliberately passed by her. Unexpectedly, he smelled the jasmine-scented perfume on her body as he passed by. It still hasn't changed. She still likes everything her mother likes, even on her body.
She carefully imitates the taste of her mother, but she will never be her mother. Although she wears the clothes her mother likes and has the same hair style as her mother. But what about her heart?
My mother was so kind that she couldn't bear to harm any flower or tree, and even went against common sense and allowed her and her husband to live in her own home so that they could take care of the pair of relatives who were living in distress. But what did they do in return for their mother? Thinking of this,
The fire of hatred in my heart that had been suppressed by grudges started to rise again.
Holding the prepared tea and drinks, Geng Mo stood outside the door of Bo Chen's office. For a moment, Geng Mo had the idea of eavesdropping. She was a little curious about why Pang Yali brought her mother to see Bo Chen. But it was just an impulsive idea.
, the door of the office was half glass, and it seemed too obvious to eavesdrop. So holding the brewed coffee and tea, Geng Mo opened the door and walked in directly. He put the coffee and tea in the appropriate place without hesitation.
Geng Mo withdrew.
She needed to be very careful to curb her curiosity. Especially the eyes that Zi Huai was staring at her with were so full of suspicion that she was just speculating on various possibilities. The thought of Zi Huai making guesses out of fear
, doubting and panicking all day long, Geng Mo felt a strange excitement in his heart.
Yes, just thinking about the fear of the Pang family makes Geng Mo feel happy. The poppy-like feeling makes people irresistibly addictive.
However, during the brief pause in delivering tea, Geng Mo still heard some clues.