The photo fra fell at Qiao Xu’s feet.
Qiao Xu subconsciously looked down, the back of the fra was facing up, so she couldn’t see the photo in it. But she could guess that it must be soone important for a tough guy like Lu Moqing to place it on his office desk.
Just as curiosity arose in her heart, Lu Moqing was faster than her. He let go of her, picked up the fra, and casually threw it into his desk drawer.
Upon eting Qiao Xu’s curious gaze, his eyes showed a hint of guilt, and he avoided her gaze unnaturally, saying:
"It’s Jiang Hao’s photo, he always places it randomly."
He was so eager to explain that even he didn’t realize how far-fetched his explanation was.
At this mont, Jiang Hao, who was being punished in the mailroom, couldn’t help but sneeze.
Who? Who’s talking about ?
Qiao Xu’s gaze lingered aningfully on his guilty face for a few seconds before she withdrew it with a nonchalant smile.
"You do spoil Assistant Jiang quite a bit."
Seeing that Qiao Xu didn’t inquire further about the photo in the fra, Lu Moqing breathed a quiet sigh of relief. Hearing the sarcasm in her words, he frowned and said, "What do you an by spoiling him?"
"Allowing soone to place their photo on your office desk, if that’s not favoritism, what is?"
Her smile was particularly ambiguous, "I never expected President Lu to have such a preference."
Taking advantage of Lu Moqing’s guilt, Qiao Xu quietly walked out of his embrace.
Of course, she knew that the photo in the fra wasn’t of Jiang Hao. It’s just that Lu Moqing was too guilty, so the excuse he ca up with was so lousy.
Who else could it be if not soone important enough for Lu Moqing to place in his office and look at every day?
What did he have to feel guilty about in front of his ex-wife like her?
Qiao Xu laughed in her heart, her face extraordinarily casual as she collected all her thoughts quietly.
"Stop ssing around, either go rest properly while I take care of this, or handle it yourself and I’ll leave."
Having put away her thoughts, her gaze was cold as she looked at Lu Moqing, showing no trace of emotion in her eyes.
For so reason, when facing Qiao Xu’s gaze, Lu Moqing felt a little panicked.
That familiar feeling of estrangent appeared once again on Qiao Xu’s face.
Lu Moqing pursed his lips, suppressing the panic within, and lost the mood to tease her any further. He nodded, "Alright."
He really didn’t cause any further trouble, but instead sat down on the leather sofa, feeling sowhat restless.
With Lu Moqing’s disturbance gone, Qiao Xu could finally sit in the boss chair and look at the docunts in peace. However, she held a docunt in her hand for a long ti but couldn’t read a single word.
Her mind was filled with Lu Moqing’s guilty and nervous expression when he picked up the photo fra. She couldn’t help but frown, feeling agitated.
It wasn’t until noon that she managed to read only two docunts.
Lu Moqing had co in front of her, snatching the docunt she was holding.
Qiao Xu looked up, eting his deep and complicated gaze, and saw him pointing at his wrist, "It’s ti for lunch, let’s eat first."
"No, I’m in a hurry, just order so takeout."
Qiao Xu refused without thinking and picked up the docunts to continue reading, only to have them snatched away by Lu Moqing again.
"Lu Moqing..."
"Are you in such a hurry to leave?"
Lu Moqing’s face darkened slightly. Looking at the distance and indifference in Qiao Xu’s eyes, he felt sowhat resentful.
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