Too many single men

Shen chengjing, who was squatting on the ground, raised her head and saw a blessed face. He was wearing a black suit, but it could not hide his protruding beer belly. The sincere smile in his eyes made it seem like he was very familiar with mo Yancheng. Standing behind him was a woman in a red dress, short boots, and a white coat. Her slightly curled hair was let down behind her, and she had heavy makeup on her awl-shaped face, but she was extremely charming.

"What?" Mo Yanchen raised his head and saw the director of C city looking at him with a fawning expression.

He lowered his head and looked at the woman who was warming his hands. Suddenly, he pulled his hand back and, while Shen Chen was still in a daze, he reached out his long arm to hold her.

"What's the matter, chief?" Mo Yancheng's palm caressed her small face gently before he raised his head and asked in confusion. The emotions in his silent eyes were unclear.