Fu Zhiting on the other end of the phone stiffened, and his face turned pale.

He said: "Qiao, Miss Qiao, how do you know that the employer is Yan Si?"

Qiao Yimo replied, "Tell me."

The girl's voice is like an ice cellar in winter, horrifying.

Invisible, there was a huge sense of oppression.

Even people of Fu Zhiting's status can feel scared.

In the face of this person who used to have a good impression of him, although Fu Zhiting wanted to talk, he didn't say anything because he knew the dangers of this incident as long as it was revealed.

He refused: "Miss Qiao, please forgive me. I really can't disclose the internal affairs."

When Qiao Yimo heard the words, there was a bit of bloodthirsty in her eyes, and she coldly said: "I have to know today, but if Mr. Fu doesn't say it, your small company with a market value of tens of billions will be gone."

"Not only that, but also your sister, father!"

The girl's voice was even lower, especially the last sentence of'sister, father', she almost gritted her teeth.

Fu Zhiting didn't know why Qiao Yimo was so stubborn and wanted to know, but if they really want to fight, even if they have the blessing of the directorship, the Fu Group can still be said to be non-existent.

Mo Xin's methods are known all over the world.

He took a deep breath and said solemnly: "I said, but I also ask Miss Qiao to keep this secret." Listening to the content on the phone, Qiao Yimo's pupils shrank slightly.

The blue veins on his forehead violently.

She held the phone tightly and her nails turned white.

Girls who have always been calm have never been so out of control...

At this time, the sound of the water in the bathroom was heard, and she heard everything on the phone.

So Qiao Yimo hung up the phone quickly.

"Are you ready?" She raised her head and glanced at the man.

The man nodded, wiped his hair with the towel around his neck, and said quietly, "Who were you talking on the phone just now?"

He couldn't hear the sound of water too loudly.

I only heard about my sister and father.

Qiao Yimo said with a blank expression: "Just now, what my classmate told me about my sister and father, I said something smoothly.

The man nodded and was about to go downstairs to pour coffee.

Qiao Yimo looked at his back and stood up suddenly, then walked over and took his hand, "Dry your hair and go on, I'm not thirsty."

The man's heart softened, and he chuckled softly, "Who said he would pour you a drink?"

Qiao Yimo knew that he was joking with her, so he was also angry, and just wanted to help the man dry his hair.

"I'm coming!" She grabbed the towel and said lightly: "I haven't wiped your hair for you for so long, right?"

Leng Juan felt comfortable being served by those little hands, and the corners of his lips twitched, and said a little aggrieved: "You just know that Xiaoxin has a conscience."

Qiao Yimo's eyes darkened, and he said, "So, I don't want this to be the last time."

When the words fell, the man frowned.

Still waiting for him to ferment that doubt, Qiao Yimo quickly changed the subject, "I mean, I will help you wipe it every day from now on."

"The madam is so nice!" Lengjuan circled her waist and put her on his lap.

The two were so silent.

No one spoke, but I also felt sweet and warm. There was a feeling that silence is better than sound.

She slowly moved away from his hair until the hair was dry.

Moving all the way down, I will soon be able to see the man's back.

The pattern is majestic.

It has to be like this all the time.

His life should be the same as the meaning of this pattern.

"Why don't you let me wash it for you?" Qiao Yimo frowned, watching the tattoos on the back turn red.

Leng Juo smiled and pulled the hair away from her forehead, "Madam, I don't wash my back. It's probably the water accidentally drenched, so don't be angry."

He just saw her sitting in front of the window with no interest, so he didn't want to bother her.

But I didn't expect that she was so passionate this time.

Qiao Yimo thought for a while and nodded, "Okay."

"Then I will go down and make a cup of coffee and those ointments, and you will stay obediently and not move." JrNovels.com