MTL - Mr. Zhou’s Little Cutie-Chapter 816 816

  Chapter 816 Chapter 816 Qiao Mo Extra Story (9) - Escape in time

  He raised his hand, raised the corners of his lips, and took off his glasses.

   Step up and approach.

   "Didn't sleep well last night?"

  Bou Qiaoan looked at him and nodded.

  She scolded Mo Ting midnight last night.

"come in."

  Dou Qiaoan turned around, looked at the hesitant servant and said, "He's my friend, it's fine."

  Lu Yin smiled when he heard the words, and stepped up to follow in.

  Meng Yutang raised his eyes when he heard the voice, and saw Dou Qiaoan coming in with a boy.

  She still knows this boy.

  Lu Yin was also stunned for a moment when he saw her.

   "Miss Meng."

  Meng Yutang nodded slightly, and ignored them, looking down at the computer in front of him and continuing to deal with his own affairs.

  Dou Qiaoan turned to look at him: "Know him?"

  Lu Yin nodded: "Yes, my father is familiar with Miss Meng's father."

  Dou Qiaoan raised her eyebrows: "Very good."

   "You wait here, I'll change clothes."

  Lu Yin nodded.

  Bou Qiaoan turned and went upstairs.

   "Sit here."

  Meng Yutang raised his finger.

  Lu Yin stepped over and sat down.

  Meng Yutang's fingers were jumping on the keyboard, and stopped shortly after, looking at the things on the screen.

   After a long time, she turned to look at Lu Yin: "Like Qiao Qiao?"

  Lu Yinyan looked at her and nodded.

  Meng Yutang smiled: "I have a good vision."

  Lu Yin couldn't help laughing.

   "But it's a pity."

"what?"

  Meng Yutang looked at him: "Master Lu, get out in time."

   She spoke.

  Lu Yin looked at her and smiled: "Miss Meng doesn't seem to like me either."

   "Because it's impossible."

   "Why is it not possible?"

   "You can't match the destiny."

  Lu Yin was startled, and looked at Meng Yutang.

  Bou Qiaoan ran down from upstairs.

   "Come here. What are you talking about?"

  Meng Yutang turned his eyes to look at her and shook his head: "It's nothing, let's go play."

  Dou Qiaoan turned to look at Lu Yin: "Why are you in a daze, can you go?"

  Lu Yin came back to his senses and stood up and looked at her: "Let's go."

  Lu Yin stood outside the door waiting for her, while Dou Qiaoan was changing shoes.

   When she got up, she staggered a bit, and Lu Yin quickly raised her hand to grab her arm.

   "It's all right."

   "It's okay, let's go."

   The two turned around and went out.

   Meng Yutang looked down at the mobile phone in his hand.

  The photo on the phone is the picture of Lu Yin supporting Dou Qiaoan just now, but because of her angle, it looks like she is holding hands instead of grabbing her wrist.

  Meng Yutang changed hands and sent the photo to Zhou Beicheng.

  【Let Mo listen. 】

   Zhou Beicheng, who received the news, glanced at Mo Ting beside him, remained silent, clicked on the photo sent by Meng Yutang on his phone, and stopped to look at it for a while.

   Mo Ting finally noticed something and turned around.

"What's wrong?"

   His eyes first glanced at the photos on his mobile phone.

  Adhering to the principle of not prying into other people's privacy, Mo Ting didn't want to look at it, but he glanced at it out of the corner of the eye and was stunned.

   Even from a back view, he could tell that it was Dou Qiaoan.

  He turned his head to look at the photos on Zhou Beicheng's phone, and Zhou Beicheng immediately turned off his phone and put it away.

  He breathed a sigh of relief, he was afraid that Mo Ting wouldn't be able to read it.

   It’s not good if you can’t complete the task assigned by your wife.

   "It's okay, let's go, are you watching?"

  This time when changing the ink, I was stunned and stood there without moving, as if I didn't hear him speak.

  Zhou Beicheng silently apologized to him in his heart.

   But he also deserved it, who made him talk to others so far is still unclear.

  He and Meng Yutang knew about it, but it was inconvenient for them to take care of everything, so they could only let the two of them take their time.

  (end of this chapter)