He couldn't understand how a one-of-a-kind expert like him could have such a stupid teammate like Shen chengjing. Why are you nagging so much?
Indeed, women were trouble.
"What are these?" Shen chengjing got into the car, and Qiming drove away with a cigarette in his mouth. He looked very ***! He even blew a mouthful of smoke at her.
She narrowed her eyes and glared at him!
"You'll know in a while. " Qiming said to her and did not intend to pay attention to her.
Shen chengjing had been trying to form a combination for a long time, but she still didn't know what was going on. She could only give up and wait for him to reveal the answer.
In the office on the top floor of a luxurious building in A city, mo Yancheng was sitting in an exquisite executive chair. He was waving a gold pen in his hand and signing some documents.
"Brother Yi." Mo Wen sat in front of the office desk. He couldn't hold it in.
"Speak," he said.
