Hong Kong Zhen, compared with the negative effects of "cheating marriage", the fact that Mo Chunshan fed her as a pig hit her even more.

In the past few days, as long as she is with Mo Chunshan, whether it is a high-end restaurant or a porridge and side dishes, it is unexpectedly delicious, and even the somen noodles he casually made with wilted green onions are so delicious that she almost swallows her tongue.

After five days of indulgence, she really couldn't eat anymore, otherwise she would have gained weight before the three months had arrived.

He Wan'er wanted to sneak out of the door while Mo Chunshan hadn't woken up yet, avoiding the time to eat breakfast, but found that it was not even seven o'clock, and he was already sitting in the living room holding his laptop and pondering.

He Wan'er was taken aback, so he had to say "hi" in embarrassment, waved at him, and almost ran away from the door.

"Aren't you eating breakfast?" Mo Chunshan asked behind her.

"Nope. He Wan'er was in a hurry, afraid that he would find some strange reason and excuse to let her stay in the apartment for breakfast.

Mo Chunshan didn't persuade her again, just raised his eyes slightly to look at her back and smiled.

When he returned to the newspaper building after four days, He Guaner felt very cordial, but there were not many people in the building, and most of them had to work overtime because of the layout arrangement.

When waiting for the elevator, she actually met Yu Wei'an and Nie Yun.

The two of them were standing at the entrance of the elevator, one after the other, seeing He Guan'er coming, Nie Yun nodded lightly and did not speak, Yu Wei'an was a little enthusiastic, took the initiative to greet He Guan'er and said a good New Year.

At first glance, it didn't seem strange, but after waiting for the elevator for dozens of seconds, He Wan'er realized that the situation was wrong.

First of all, Nie Yun wore a high-necked cashmere sweater, and secondly, Yu Wei'an's jacket placket had a strange fold texture.

Her eyes rolled, and after the elevator came, she deliberately stepped in one step ahead of them, standing still in the innermost part of the car, and her reconnaissance ability was constantly rising.

When both of them had entered the elevator, she shrugged the tip of her nose and sniffed, then lowered her head to hide her smirk.

Yu Wei'an's coat is very wrinkled, and there is a perfume smell on his coat, and the perfume smell is so familiar, it happens to be Nie Yun's commonly used true self, and it is a sweet and long base note.

And she has been with Nie Yun for two years, so she naturally knows that Nie Yun cares a little about the shortcomings of her slightly short neck, so she easily doesn't wear a turtleneck, no matter how cold her neck is in winter, it will be hard, and she can't stand it so she will wear a scarf.

When he got out of the elevator, He Guan'er quietly glanced at the corner of his eye several times, and found that the two of them completely avoided normal eye contact, which was quite a bit of a desire to cover up.

So she was sure of one thing.

As the saying goes, after a long drought and a rainstorm, the old tree sprouts new shoots - one wears a crumpled coat the day before, and the other wears a turtleneck to try to hide something, oh, adultery or something depends on smell, where can it be covered?

There is a situation, there must be a situation.

I don't know if He Wan'er's secret observation was noticed by her, or if she was in a different mood at the moment, when Nie Yun met He Wan'er in the pantry, her expression was a little uncomfortable, and she hurriedly poured the coffee and left, and the coffee table didn't have time to clean up.

He Wan'er laughed at himself with a glass of warm water - it seems that she is not the only one with a weak heart. The accumulated work during the Spring Festival is not much, and the stock market and property market are closed, banks do not go to work, and the news about financial investment and financial management is really lackluster.

She began to play with her mobile phone, thinking about the situation of Nie Yun and Yu Wei'an all the time, and read two gossips hastily, the mobile phone screen suddenly dimmed, and a call came in.

She glanced at the number and realized that it was Mo Chunshan.

"Sushi and steak, what would you choose?"

As soon as she picked it up, she heard Mo Chunshan's inexplicable question.

He Wan'er was stunned for two seconds and replied, "Let's steak it." ”

"Sure enough. He said the two words with a smile on the other end, and then hung up.

He Wan'er didn't know what to do, until half an hour later, his head was as big as a fight.

"You, you, you......" she pointed to Mo Chunshan in G63 on the street, "Why are you here?"

"Didn't you choose the steak?" Mo Chunshan smiled inexplicably relaxed, "Let's go, let's have lunch." ”

At one o'clock at noon, He Wan'er looked at the freshly fried steak in front of him and swallowed his saliva.

She didn't know if Mo Chunshan was crazy or had nothing to do during the Chinese New Year and was so idle that she was so idle that she ran downstairs to wait for her at the newspaper group, and said that she was here to take her to lunch.

Because he was afraid of being seen by his colleagues, He Waner had to quickly follow him into the car, so he was taken to this steakhouse.

"Why are you stunned?" Mo Chunshan picked up the knife and fork and tilted his head slightly to look at her, "I know you don't like to come to the void, I didn't order the appetizer and went straight to the point, what's the matter, one steak is not enough?"

He Wan'er shook his head and focused his attention on the steak.

The best M9 is just right for the naked eye, the three ripeness is just right, the gravy is all locked in the steak, there are eight kinds of sauces to choose from, the bread is crispy and soft on the inside, and the rose salt and salty cheese are matched with a pleasing taste, even He Waner, a person who doesn't have much affection for Western food, can't stop eating.

"Is it enough?" Mo Chunshan had already put down the dishes and waited for her with black tea.

Realizing that he had eaten again, He Wan'er touched his swollen stomach with a sad face and sighed.

"Boss Mo, Mr. Mo, I beg you, don't tempt me with these delicious foods again. She relented, "I'm not your physique that doesn't grow meat just by eating, I'll be so fat that my mother won't recognize it even if I eat these things for a month." ”

Mo Chunshan nodded calmly: "It seems that you and briquettes have a lot in common." ”

At the end of lunch, He Guan'er glanced at the watch on his wrist - it was almost two o'clock, but it was still during the Spring Festival holiday, and the schedule was not so strict, so she could go back with a swagger, review the first draft and do some chores, and get off work on time at five o'clock.

"I'll pick you up in the afternoon. ”

As soon as she thought of getting off work, she heard Mo Chunshan say.

He Wan'er's eyes widened: "Boss Mo, what are you going to do? What can't be answered, am I crippled or mentally retarded?"

"Do you think I'm idle?" he leaned forward to lower his voice, his eyes dark and deep in the dim light, "You don't think there's anything different today?"

"What?" He Wan'er was slightly tilted back by his gaze and frowned.

"Didn't you notice that there are some customers in this restaurant, and there are so few of them who don't seem to be harmonious?" Mo Chunshan smiled.

He Wan'er was startled, his panicked head that was too close to him just now cleared up, so he pretended to look around the scenery outside the window.

However, she didn't find anything strange or strange to be aware of.

"What do you say, ......" she was halfway through her words, and she saw Mo Chunshan's fingers on the table move, and the two people in the corner next to the window.

The guests at that table were dressed ordinarily and had ordinary faces, they belonged to people who could not be found when they were thrown into the crowd, and the most incompatible thing with this restaurant was that they were two men - in addition to their table, the guests in this restaurant were either three or five big tables, or just like her and Mo Chunshan, a man and a woman, and the most common were parents with children and a family, and two men of the same age at a table were really rare.

Especially in such a special period, even if colleagues eat together, they can't afford to find a high-end Western restaurant; if it's a business lunch, it's even more puzzling - a rare Spring Festival holiday, talking about business?

She even noticed one of them, seemingly casually glancing over the guests in the restaurant, but pausing at her table.

He Wan'er's mind turned - if these two people are the two people who are not in harmony as Mo Chunshan said, then it seems that the biggest possibility is that someone is spying on her.

Her fingers moved as well, and she asked, "At you or at me?"

Mo Chunshan remained silent, his finger tapped in front of his desk, and then pointed at He Wan'er.