"Zhuo Lin." Qiao Mo’s gaze fell on Zhuo Lin’s face.
Zhuo Lin’s heart skipped a beat, and he couldn’t manage a genuine smile: "Miss Qiao."
"Did he go to see Qiao Yun?"
Zhuo Lin was still smiling, but his facial muscles were extrely stiff. Although he was usually smooth and slick, at this mont, facing Qiao Mo, he could only manage a dry laugh.
Firstly, he didn’t dare to lie to Qiao Mo.
But secondly, he feared Fu Nancheng would co after him if he told the truth.
Zhuo Lin couldn’t help but feel a headache coming on. The wedding hadn’t happened yet, and he was already caught in the middle, feeling like he was walking on thin ice. What should he do in the future?
Thinking it over, Zhuo Lin couldn’t help but start resenting Qiao Yun.
To put it bluntly, where did this other Miss Qiao suddenly co from? She’s really giving him a headache.
Qiao Mo observed Zhuo Lin’s reaction, smiled slightly, and said warmly, "No matter what, Qiao Yun is my sister. He and she are old acquaintances, so visiting her is reasonable. So if you tell the truth, it’s fine."
Zhuo Lin continued to force a laugh, and a thin layer of sweat ford on his forehead.
The war between won is truly terrifying.
Just like the Miss Qiao in front of him, she clearly said it didn’t matter, her words appeared magnanimous, but her face was a bit pale at the mont. How was she supposed to handle this?
Qiao Mo didn’t ask further as the nervous sweat on Zhuo Lin’s forehead said it all.
Seeing that Qiao Mo had little interest in these dresses, Zhuo Lin promptly waved his hand for the few people holding the dresses to step back, comforting her by saying, "What are you worried about, Miss Qiao? The President didn’t tell you because he’s afraid you’ll overthink it. It’s nearly your wedding. The President has put a lot of thought into it, I think you should understand his intentions."
Qiao Mo looked at Zhuo Lin as he brought so fruit to her, conscientiously advising her.
He thought, Qiao Mo probably had already guessed, so instead of hiding it, it might be better to let her feel better. This way, the President wouldn’t bla him later.
Silence fell again in the office as Qiao Mo seriously considered Zhuo Lin’s words.
She admitted, Zhuo Lin’s words made sense, and this was even how she had been comforting herself for a while.
But, due to a woman’s intuition or not, she lately felt increasingly uneasy.
Looking back, Qiao Yun is her sister. But she didn’t really feel a sisterly bond with her, treating her more like an enemy.
Qiao Mo felt she shouldn’t think this way, and that her thoughts weren’t very nice.
After all, Qiao Yun had been through enough turmoil.
But still, she couldn’t control herself.
Whenever she thought about how much he cared for Qiao Yun, she couldn’t help but feel downcast.
"Miss Qiao should focus more on the wedding now. After all, one only has a wedding once in a lifeti, and especially your wedding with the President, it will surely beco a landmark event in Jiang City, a dream site for countless people." Zhuo Lin coaxed from the side, trying to steer Qiao Mo’s thoughts onto the wedding.
After all, others might not know, but he did.
Qiao Mo was now pregnant, though her baby bump wasn’t very apparent yet. If sothing went wrong, he wouldn’t be able to compensate even with ten lives.
Not to ntion, this ti, Qiao Mo was indeed eased sowhat by his guidance.
Just then, after a knock on the door, a female staff mber entered and bluntly addressed Zhuo Lin: "Secretary Zhuo, should we send wedding invitations to Qiao Yun and Yang Peiyun?"
Zhuo Lin’s expression imdiately darkened, almost to the point of cursing.
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