"Xiaoyang... Money, you are..." Lin Mohao stared at the two people dully and did not know what to say.

How did the two guys get together?

At this time, Qian Ming, looking at Lin Mohan in a white body-building suit, his eyes were full of hot.

He glanced at Xiaoyang with a triumphant face and went forward with a bunch of roses in his arms. This is a rose for you, Mohan. I hope you won't refuse me this time. You obviously like me, why can't you accept my love in the company? Mohan, what time is it now? Even if it's office romance, it's nothing. Why do you care...