"The time has not come, don't worry", Gao Wenhui stirred the coffee, I don't know what to plan, Wu Ningxin couldn't guess.

She couldn't help but ask, "When is the time?"

The so-called timing is naturally the most critical time. A sneer appeared at the corner of Gao Wenhui's mouth, Zhou Yao's mother may be her turning point.

Gao Wenhui said: "Zhou Jin's mother is so sick that Zhou Jin has no time to take care of falling in love, which is your time."

Of course, it was her turning point, and Zhou Jin couldn't care less about competing with her for the position of head of the department.

It's the beginning of autumn now, and it's about to be the Mid-Autumn Festival. After the Mid-Autumn Festival, Yao Yuan officially retired, and a council at that time was a hammer that decided the outcome of the game.

She can't help but be prepared and planned, and she has to step up the process.

Wu Ning asked hatefully, "Then how can I make Zhou Yao's mother's condition worse?"

Gao Wenhui replied: "Didn't you say it, it's not time yet, I'll tell you when the time comes."

Although Wu Ningxin is not satisfied, as long as there is a way, there is hope. If there is hope, it is worth waiting for yourself.

Then wait, Zhou Yao, you wait for me, I will not give up Sima Shu, and I will never give up a rich and leisurely life.

Seeing her mother getting better day by day, Zhou Yao's frowning brows stretched a little, and she gradually smiled. Pang Guorui also dared to approach her, and tried his best to please her.

Pang Guorui moved a pot of desert roses, the flowers bloomed like fire, gorgeous like roses, and the fragrance was full of room. The flower language of this desert rose is "strong", and Zhou Yao lovingly holds his pink cheeks in his hand, lying next to him and admiring the blooming flowers.

"People are more delicate than flowers", Pang Guorui became obsessed, he said: "This situation and this scene, when there are poems that match, this beauty will not be in vain."

Zhou Yao raised his head and asked, "What kind of poetry?"

"It should be an ancient poem", Pang Guorui thought about it for a long time, but he didn't think about it. Looking at Zhou Yao's big eyes, his heart was beating faster and he couldn't think anymore.

Zhou Yao urged: "What ancient poem?"

Urged to answer, Pang Guorui's brain was even more blank, and in a panic, he blurted out: "Sister, you boldly go forward~~~"

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Zhou Yao didn't react for a long time, what kind of poetry is this, alas, this second goods is really better than Lu Qi'an!

After Pang Guorui left Zhou Yao's office, he patted his head vigorously and said with regret: "What kind of head is this, is this a pig's head? Why can't I think of a praising poem to please others!"

Then he stomped his feet and complained to himself: "Why can't I behave when it comes to the critical moment, what's wrong with me? Why am I so restrained in front of her, what's the matter?"

He blamed himself as he walked, and when he bumped into a girl, he hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry", so he was not embarrassed.

The girl wanted to complain that he didn't walk long eyes, but she was in a hurry to find Zhou Yao, and she didn't have the time to worry about him, nor did she speak, so she left in a hurry.

This girl stood in Zhou Jin's office and knocked on the door, and Zhou Jin looked back and saw that it was Ma Ruozhu's assistant. She thought it was Sima Shu's grandmother who came to invite her, and she felt a little guilty.

These days, I am too busy to squeeze out time to visit the elderly, and I have lived up to the old man's love for me.

To her surprise, it was Ma Ruozhu who was looking for her this time.

The assistant took Zhou Yao to the small pavilion where the last conversation was, and Ma Ruozhu was leisurely drinking tea. The assistant politely said to Zhou Yao, "Doctor Zhou, please."

Zhou Jin nodded and said, "Okay", and the assistant left.

Coming to Ma Ruozhu's eyes, Zhou Yao said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "Auntie, if you are looking for me for Sima Shu's matter, then there is no need to talk about it, I have to go home to take care of my mother."

"I called Aunt Yun just now, and she has already taken your mother for a walk in the moat," Ma Ruozhu said while making tea.

After pouring a full cup, he looked up and said to Zhou Yao: "Isn't it for Yangyang's business, can't I ask you to have tea together?"

Zhou Jia replied: "You should have dinner at this point, the more you drink tea, the hungrier you are." As he spoke, he sat down opposite Ma Ruozhu unceremoniously.

Ma Ruozhu raised her eyebrows, Zhou Yao is so cool, she is really right about her temperament. She smiled at Zhou Yao and said, "Don't worry, my mother is cooking, and she won't let you go home hungry."

Zhou Jin smiled, saw the red bean snack on the table, and twisted a piece. Let's pad your stomach first, otherwise drinking tea on an empty stomach will cause stomach pain.

Besides, if you put it here, you have a heart for yourself. Ma Ruozhu knew that he was doing manual labor, and after consuming an afternoon, he was hungry, and he would definitely not let himself drink only tea again.

knows the director's intentions, and no matter how polite he is, it is hypocrisy, and it also betrays the sincerity of others' hospitality.

"The dim sum is delicious," Zhou boasted.

Ma Ruozhu said bluntly to Zhou Jin: "If you marry in, our family still has many kinds of pastries for you to taste."

Zhou Jin knew that Ma Ruozhu invited him to come just for this matter, so he said: "Auntie, I really thank you for your love..."

"Don't you really want to think about it again?"

Ma Ruozhu interrupted Zhou Jin, and she pushed the luminous cup in front of Zhou Jin again.

Looking at the glow-in-the-dark cup in front of him, which combines the characteristics of black jade as black as lacquer, jasper as green as jade, and topaz as white as mutton fat, Zhou Jin did not refuse.

She smiled and said, "Okay, I'll take it."

"You took it?"

Ma Ruozhu was greatly taken aback, this was really beyond her expectations!