The cunning brother didn't get up to chase Mo Mo, the woman had never lost her temper with him, he knew that the matter was very serious, and chasing it would be useless, so Mu Ran sat at the dining table.

He never thought that when he came back from his hometown of Chungcheng, he had just proposed to her, and this scene would happen.

After smoking the remaining cigarette in his hand, he threw the butt of the cigarette on the ground fiercely, and then stomped it out with his foot.

Looking at the food he made by himself on the table, the cunning brother shook his hands, poured himself a full glass of white wine, raised his head, and put it all into his belly, and then reached into the bowl with one hand, grabbed a pig's trotter rich in collagen, and gnawed on it with a "click".

After all, paper can't contain the fire, and Mo Mo must know about the broken things between himself and Manager Ye!

But he didn't empathize with him, and he slept with Ye Zi, it was just a show on the business field! In the fierce market competition, he is a hero to stand out by any means.

Whether it is a man or a woman, as long as he can get an order, he is a good salesman, and to do a good job in sales, in the concept of cunning brother, relying on the transaction is the same, Ye Zi is greedy for his body, and he is greedy for her power and orders, and they have achieved each other in the scene.

No Deal, No Harm!

Mo Mo must be very sad!

Closing his eyes, the cunning brother's tears couldn't stop like a torrential rain, hating himself for being too negligent in doing things, and being seen by a woman for his flaws, hey, Ye Zi's calls are too frequent, always saying quality problems, and it's strange if it doesn't arouse Mo Mo's suspicion!

He grabbed his weedy hair in chagrin and sighed three times in succession.

Looking at the liquor bottle on the dining table, the cunning brother had an impulse in his heart, unscrewed the lid, and poured one cup after another of the stuffy wine into his throat, which was a dry land, and after watering, some misty feelings arose in his mind.

The cunning brother gradually felt as if he had been unloaded by the people, and his hands and feet did not listen to the call at all, knowing that he was already drunk, and he wanted to have another drink, but his hand did not hold the bottle steady, and it fell, and with a "bang", it smashed on the floor tiles.

He couldn't care about this, he felt his head like a heavy watermelon, a pair of big hands were constantly pressing, his bushy head shook in the air a few times, and he fell asleep on the dining table with a bang.

At some point, he felt his throat thirsty to death, and as if it were on fire, he woke up at once, and when he opened his eyes, the room was dark, and it was already late at night.

He stood up, turned on the lamp, turned his head, the wine had dissipated, his mind was clear, and he found the room frighteningly quiet.

He staggered into the bedroom, the double bed, empty, where there were many happy times he had spent with Mo Mo, but now they were like withered leaves, so thin that only a pitiful sigh remained.

The room without a woman, like a soulless corpse, stiff and lifeless.

The cunning brother turned to the living room, poured a glass of water, and after drinking it, his mind cleared up more, he suddenly realized something, and quickly took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and dialed Mo Mo's phone tremblingly.

"The user you dialed is turned off!" a cold automatic voice reply came from the phone.

Mo Mo can't be contacted!

His mind went blank, probably unable to accept the painful result, he sat there for a moment, and then called again in a trembling voice, still replying coldly!

"The user you dialed is turned off!" echoes in the empty room, especially harsh.

At that time, there was no WIFI and no smartphones, so he compiled a text message and sent it to her: "Wife, where are you? Come back to me, please!"

After sending the message, he opened the door and ran outside.

It's late at night, the rain outside has stopped, and October in Shenzhen is warm.

He ran to the underground parking lot, started the Toyota sedan, and drove outside, during the National Day, many people who returned to their hometowns began to come back one after another, and on the street, from time to time, there were cars whistling by.

Where did Mo Mo go?

There are houses everywhere, where to find her?

He drove aimlessly down the street.

"Dididi!" the phone rang.

He was pleasantly surprised, thinking to himself, he had sent a short message to Mo Mo just now, she must have seen it, and this call must have come from Mo Mo.

He shuddered and took out his mobile phone, and before he had time to look closely, he pressed the answer button, and shouted with a trembling mouth: "Wife, where are you?"

"Handsome guy Jiang, are you going to propose to me?" Manager Ye's voice floated over.

"Manager Ye, what's the matter with calling in the middle of the night?" The cunning brother couldn't hide the disappointment in his heart and asked in a low voice.

"Of course I miss you, you are too violent, you are too good today, haven't you touched a woman for a long time? I reviewed the picture of our meeting today over and over again, I can't sleep at night, and I say goodnight to you!" Manager Ye finished speaking, grinning.

"Good night!" After the cunning brother finished speaking, he hung up the phone in a hurry.

After driving a car and going around the street a few times, he drove the car to the foot of Yangtai Mountain.

He jumped out of the car and ran towards the mountain.

He has lived in the mountains since he was a child, and he has special feelings for the mountains, his first date with Mo Mo was to climb Yangtai Mountain, and the first affectionate kiss was also in Yangtai Mountain.

He panted and ran as hard as he could, and in the middle of the night, the mountains were deserted, except for a few lonely stars twinkling in the night sky.

In the era of great infrastructure, the sky of Shenzhen was dirty, and the stars in the sky were also gray, like the eyes of a pair of people in the twilight.

That night, like a typhoon, he roared across the wooded hills.

Standing in the hilltop square, it was empty, and in the lush woods, the sound of the wind shaking the leaves was heard from time to time, the vastness was boundless, and the dreams of a few beasts made people shudder.

After a while, he suddenly pounded his head with his hands, felt that his feet were no longer able to support the weight of his whole body, and slowly sank, and then his knees collapsed weakly on the concrete floor, like a collapsed pagoda.

At this time, tears burst out of his eyes, and the handsome young man cried out desolately, he wanted to call loudly: "Mo Mo, where are you? Come back quickly!"

It was a gust of wind that pulled him back from his sorrow, he touched his head with his hand, only to find that his hair had been wet with mist, and small droplets of water slipped down his face quietly, and he staggered to his feet, and walked slowly to the edge of the cliff, the wind was blowing from all sides, and there was a coolness.

Standing at the highest place of Yangtai Mountain, he opened his eyes and looked into the distance, the city with brilliant lights was like an uncovered picture scroll, and the dense buildings were high and low, and the strivers living in the city were inhabited.

Those brightly lit buildings, which are forests of steel and concrete, form one exciting phalanx after another.

People build nests and settle down in the forest of buildings, come and go, and strive endlessly for their ideals of never giving up, and in this man-made forest, I don't know how many people's joys and sorrows are hidden, and I don't know how many stories of betrayal and betrayal have occurred, deducing one after another joys and sorrows of life.

Where will Mo Mo go? Which building complex will she walk through? He was thinking, there seemed to be a slight sound of footsteps behind him, he turned around, there was no one, only the sound of the mountain wind passing by, the mountain wind rolled up a plain white paper with words, and gently lifted it towards the sky, as if it was going to fly to the South Heavenly Gate and announce it to the world.

In a trance, eighteen-year-old Mo Mo walked over to him affectionately, at that time, she had just entered the factory and was in charge of the finished product warehouse in the warehousing department.