Young Master Gong, Old Master Qiao Is Here

Mo Yesi looked up at her and his expression softened.

He was obviously pleased by her words.

There was a smile in his eyes, but his face was still tense. "I didn't ask you for it."

"Yes, yes, yes." Qiao Mianmian continued to coax him. "You didn't ask me for it, I wanted to buy it for you."

"Buy me something expensive?"

"Mm, the most expensive one."

"I didn't force you."

"Yes, yes, yes. You didn't force me. I did everything willingly."

"Then, you said you'd go to the mall later." Mo Yesi smiled.

He reached out and pulled Qiao Mianmian into his arms, letting her sit on his lap as he flipped open a document. "Accompany me to read the last few documents, and I can get off work."

Qiao Mianmian wriggled in his arms and adjusted herself into a more comfortable sitting position. She reached out and hugged him. "Then, will my actions affect your work?"

The girl in his arms was fragrant and soft.