Tongtong shot a sharp glance at Mo Wen, but her face was already putting on a grievance expression, "Jiao Yang, how can you be so heartless?!"
"I've always been heartless, it's not like you just met me!" Jiao Yang raised his face and looked at her, "At this moment, the tears haven't even come out, you really have no talent for acting!"
Mo Wen laughed again from behind him.
This guy, his tongue is really sharp!
"You... you really break my heart!"
Tongtong was both angry and helpless, stomping her foot, she turned and ran out of his office.
Jiao Yang picked up the perfume gift box she left on the table, casually tossed it into the trash can, lifted a document from the table, "Make a copy for me."
Mo Wen took the document and walked out of the office, Jiao Yang lightly sniffed, looking at the large bouquet of flowers in front of him, just frowning.
On the desk, the flowers were not lilies, not roses, not carnations, but a large bouquet of sunflowers.
