We have known Mo Yuqing for more than two months, and our current relationship is officially "colleagues".
Mo Yuqing is a popular man in the company, at least in my opinion. Who told him that he was born with a good skin, but no matter how good the skin is, it is empty.
I really don't understand why those girls between the ages of sixteen and thirty always pounce on him one after another, looking hungry and eager to eat him clean every day. Sure enough, connotation is nothing these days!
And every time Mo Yuqing holds a love object like chocolate roses and sits on a swivel chair with a proud face towards me every day, I can't wait to slap him.
"It's a shame, you're so busy. Go home and give birth to the baby! I don't have time to look at you."
He always has a sad expression on his face: "Oh, it turns out that girls are really jealous."
Oops? It's a pity that he has the nerve to say this. Sometimes I really want to dissect him from head to toe, and then carefully study what kind of mess he is made of.
And just when I was about to implement my idea and took out the fruit knife I kept in the drawer, someone suspected of being a transvestite had already sat on the swivel chair and turned back happily.
Very good, even better.