Sorry

Ji Wanzhou looked at Meng Qingge silently.

She seemed to have lost some weight. Ji Wanzhou's eyes flashed a look of annoyance. He had to find a way to raise her back, it wouldn't be good if she lost weight.

Meng Qingge saw the displeasure on Ji Wanzhou's face and raised her eyebrows slightly, "What's wrong?"

"You." Ji Wanzhou thought that if he were to say these words one by one, the order of the words wouldn't become messy, right? "Alright."

Meng Qingge raised her eyebrows again. Her words were in the right order, so she looked a little tired. With a hint of complaint, she said, "Can you not be thin?" My heart is breaking. I'm so busy every day. "

But he quickly recovered. Complaint? Why should she complain? She indirectly caused Ji Wanzhou's car accident. Since he was unconscious, it was only right that she had learned to help him manage the company's affairs. Actually, it wasn't a complaint, nor was it a grievance.