The call was indeed from Mo Chunshan.

His voice was very soft in the microphone, and he said, "Turn around, walk two hundred meters to the north, turn right again, and you will see me."

He Wan'er frowned - it's just an umbrella, how can this person be as mysterious as the underground party?

She was slandered, but she still followed his instructions and followed the route he said to the intersection of a small alley next to the building.

But I didn't see anyone.

He Wan'er looked around, and suddenly heard his chuckle coming from the microphone: "Where are you looking?

She looked up, and sure enough, Mo Chunshan was on the opposite side of the intersection, less than ten meters away from her.

It had just rained, and there were still scattered rains in the sky, and he stood by the fence of the park with the red umbrella.

Directly above his head, a large branch of Acer truncatum poked out of the garden, layers of palm-like leaves, already crimson or purple color, bright as flowers, brilliant as the sun, and behind him, is the lush red leaf heather in the green belt, with a hint of dull green in the intense red.

Mo Chunshan was dressed in black, standing between purple and red, with one hand in the pocket of his coat, and the other hand holding the umbrella handle, his fingers slender and white.

He Wan'er buzzed in his head, and stood stupidly around the corner, unable to hold anything else in his eyes except Mo Chunshan.

Then, watching him walk across the road, watching him walk up to her, looking at his calm and moist eyes, that smile became clearer and clearer.

He Wan'er was stunned and didn't move, Mo Chunshan walked up to her and called her several times before coming back to her senses.

"Mr. Mo. She had lost her bearings, and for a while she had summoned this detached but incomparably smooth title.

"Sorry, getting wet again. Mo Chunshan raised his eyes and looked at the umbrella above his head, "I didn't want to open it, but the wind blows the water on the fallen leaves." ”

"Hmm. He Wan'er lowered his head and lowered his eyes, and reached out to take the red umbrella.

The image just now appeared uncontrollably in my mind.

He stood under the tree, the fine rain and the purple and red leaves hanging down, and the colorful fallen leaves at his feet.

Red umbrellas, black clothes, clear faces, and starry eyes.

How can a man see this?

He Guan'er only felt a heart beating in his chest, and he also noticed that his ears were starting to heat up.

She stabilized her mind, took another deep breath to keep her voice from trembling, and finally spoke: "I didn't know you came back today, so I put your umbrella at home." And you borrowed my phone, and it's not in the newspaper now.

The subtext is that only next time I will pay you back. ”

Mo Chunshan didn't care, and replied to him: "Don't worry, I'll let Caijia contact you." ”

He Wan'er replied with an "oh", but there was a faint disappointment in his heart.

Just now, the ghost left the umbrella and didn't take it down for him, not because she coveted the value of the umbrella, but subconsciously felt that if she kept the umbrella, she would have a chance to meet again.

forgot that Mo Chunshan had an assistant.

He just had time to stop by today, how could she have so many untimely ideas?

The more He Wan'er thought about it, the more annoyed she felt, if it weren't for Mo Chunshan at the scene, she would have started to pull the little hair in front of her forehead to vent her anger.

Mo Chunshan waited patiently for her to speak, but unexpectedly, He Wan'er had always been in a trance, except for the blink of an eye.

"What's the problem again? I see you're in a trance. He asked, curling his neck slightly, staring straight into her eyes.

"Oh, no. The sudden approach made He Wan'er a little trance-like, she hurriedly looked away, avoiding entanglement with him, and was even more afraid that she would be like the first time she saw just now, staring at others stupidly, which was really embarrassing.

She glanced over, only to see their shadows reflected in the windows of the cars that had just opened on the side of the road.

Under the crimson umbrella, there are two people standing facing each other, both of whom are wearing dark black clothes.

She came down in a hurry today, didn't have time to change into high heels, and stood with him, half a head shorter.

He's still quite tall, at least standing next to him, and won't be like an ostrich.

He Wan'er thought about it, and suddenly realized his strange thoughts—what was wrong with her? How could she compare her height with Mo Chunshan's, and go one step further to come to a strange conclusion.

Mo Chunshan had already handed her the handle of the umbrella in his hand: "Okay, I'll go." ”

He Wan'er took the umbrella in a trance, forgetting to say goodbye.

In the afternoon, He Waner didn't have any working status, and he always unconsciously thought of the red leaves, the black clothes, the red umbrella, and the person under the umbrella.

She was distracted from time to time, so that in two hours, she only changed one draft of the face of the face, and after hurriedly handing it over to Xiao Lei, she went to the bathroom to wash her cold water and calm down, and then went to the lounge.

I wanted to get a cup of coffee to refresh herself, but she ghostly remembered that Mo Chunshan asked her to pay attention to pigmentation, so she changed to a cup of weak tea and nestled on the lazy sofa to think about things.

The lounge of the Yamashiro Newspaper Building has always been an easy place to get into trouble.

Not only was Xiao Lei's computer smashed last time, He Guaner also scolded people here more than once, and with her weird hateful physique, she could meet enemies at least five times out of ten times.

For example, Nie Yun.

This time, she was obviously on the 50% side of the bad luck again, and before the tea in the cup was brewed, she saw Nie Yun come in.

She was wearing a tweed jacket with a small fragrance, a close-fitting white sweater, dark black wide-legged pants tied very high, and the trousers had a waist-like design, which not only looked long, but also wrapped around the waist and slender.

"Wow, it's beautiful. He Wan'er sighed heartily, and suddenly remembered that she and Nie Yun didn't seem to have reconciled enough to be able to afford such a straightforward compliment.

Sure enough, Nie Yun didn't appreciate it, and turned her head coldly, as if she hadn't heard it.

He Wan'er took advantage of her to turn around and raised his eyebrows.

This time P2P and the Jiang family failed, He Guaner not only came out on top, but also took another step in his career, and it was reasonable for Nie Yun to be unhappy.

However, He Guaner remembered her sentence of condolences that day, as well as her statement at the noon editorial meeting that day.

She will remember Nie Yun's feelings, no matter how cold her attitude is.

It's almost time to get off work, and it's not a regular overtime day, there are very few people who come to the lounge at this time, and there are two places of more than 100 square meters, Nie Yun and He Waner.

Nie Yun turned around after brewing coffee, and saw He Wan'er holding a tea nest on the sofa, his hair was like a cloud, his skin was like jade, and the corners of his mouth seemed to have a faint smile.

Nie Yun felt that she looked good, but she also knew that she couldn't compare with He Waner at all.

Therefore, Mo Chunshan was cold and cold to her, but to He Guaner, it was a hundred steels that turned into fingers.

Nie Yun took a sip of coffee, a wry smile on the corner of her mouth.

The world is so unfair, and good-looking skins can be invincible.

But even though she didn't like He Wan'er very much and was even a little jealous, she never hated her.