Jiang Li's attitude was very good. Even Long Qingtian and Mo Jiu knew that the other party had ulterior motives, but Mo Jiayi did not know.
Jiang Li's words also reminded Mo Jiayi, who looked at Mo Jiu in surprise, "Xiao Jiu, how do you sleep these days..."
Mojiu and Long Qingtian didn't speak.
Mo Jiayi pondered for a moment, and finally said earnestly: "Xiao Jiu, you are going to work in Huaxia, otherwise you can move back. Xiaoli and I can also help you."
After saying this, Mo Jiayi looked at Jiang Li again, "Xiao Li, what happened a few days ago was that Xiao Jiu was too domineering. You can move back too."
As soon as Mo Jiayi said these words, Jiang Li burst into tears and looked moved, "Mom..."
Pack!
Really good at pretending!
In fact, Mo Jiu had already guessed it when Jiang Li said that he would give up the position of general manager to him.
Mo Jiayi felt guilty towards Jiang Li, so she naturally had to make amends from another aspect.
This Jiang Li is really a dog-skin plaster, and he can’t be driven away!
Mo Jiu sneered, but before he could speak, Mo Jiayi pointed at her again and told her a bunch of truths about putting important things first.
Mo Jiu thought for a moment, and after entering the company, she wanted to catch Jiang Li's pigtails. In this case, if she moved back, she would also move back, so she would be able to find something by monitoring Jiang Li.
So Mo Jiu agreed.
So Mo Jiu naturally followed Mo Jiayi and Jiang Li to Mo's house. The company's affairs were over, and Long Qingtian had to go to work in the army. He patted Mo Jiu's shoulder and his eyes wandered to the people in the old house.
Circle, then turned and left.
As soon as Long Qingtian left, Mo Jiayi lost her good looks towards Mo Jiu.
Before going to work at Mo Zhai, Jiang Lilin gave Mo Jiu a bunch of documents and told her to take a good look at them.
But Mojiu looked at the messy, disorderly documents and felt dizzy.
The documents were all printed out. Because Jiang Li was "almost late for work", he didn't organize the documents for Mo Jiu, so the documents were put in one place and then in the other. They looked very messy and without a clue.
Mo Jiu didn't have his own independent study room, so he could only carry the files to the bedroom.
Lying on the bed, Mo Jiu bit the end of his pen and spread all the documents across the entire bed.
The thermoelectric reaction should be said to be high-tech, imported from abroad, so these documents are not only domestic, but also foreign. A bunch of English documents made Mo Jiu feel that they knew her, but she didn't.
they.
Well, although her grades are good, how can she understand these English contents with professional vocabulary because of her high school English proficiency?
I stared blankly at those things all morning. At noon, I stumbled downstairs to eat something, and then went upstairs again.
I took an English dictionary and looked it up all day long, but I could only understand the content of one page!
In the evening, Mo Jiu lay on his back on the bed, feeling that he had really boasted about Haikou, but now... there was no way he could realize it!
With slumped shoulders, Mo Jiu walked out of the bedroom dejectedly. After dinner, Mo Jiu stood outside Mo Jiayi's study, hesitant. Should he ask for advice?
Mo Jiayi spent the whole day in her room feeling sad, and it seemed that she had not forgotten to mention Mo Jiu at all.
At this time, the sound of two cars shutting down their engines suddenly came from outside. Mo Jiu stood in the corridor on the second floor and lowered his head to see Jiang Li and Long Qingtian walking in together.
