Caijia glanced at Meng Qianyang fiercely, and his voice was full of disapproval: "Why do you really think Wan'er is stupid? She climbed to the middle level of a large newspaper in just three years, what do you think she relied on? Good luck?"

Meng Qianyang apparently scoffed at Caijia's views.

He didn't like to scare her, so he shifted the focus of the controversy: "Even if I can't see people accurately, the boss looks at people so accurately, of course I know who is really smart and who is fake clever." He scolded He Wan'er for being stupid every day, do you still have to question the boss's vision?"

Cai Jiamu showed disdain: "When a man is interested in a woman, he will feel that people are stupid and incompetent, and he can't do anything, and he needs to protect him everywhere." If he doesn't care, he thinks that women are smart and capable, and they can save the world better than Superman, and they can live a safe and secure life without him, and they don't worry about it at all. ”

At the end, she raised her eyebrows at Meng Qianyang, her eyes provocative: "So, you think you can trick He Wan'er to go, anyway, I don't dare to mess with the future boss." ”

Meng Qianyang seemed to hear the famous words of Zhili, and was immediately convinced: "It makes sense! Sister Jia, it seems that I have lost my eyes." ”

Caijia was a little proud: "Of course, how old are you?"

Hearing her make a fuss about her age, Meng Qianyang's slender Danfeng eyes narrowed slightly, and said, "The boss thinks He Wan'er is stupid and needs protection, but I think that in fact, this also varies from person to person." ”

Cai Jiaben had already turned around, and when he heard Meng Qianyang's words, he couldn't help but turn around: "What varies from person to person?"

The corners of Meng Qianyang's mouth were slightly closed, and he said: "For example, I think Sister Jia, you are smart, capable and sensible, not stupid at all, why doesn't it vary from person to person?"

Caijia didn't understand what he meant, and was about to reply, when he suddenly noticed that something was wrong.

Meng Qianyang actually compared Mr. Mo and He Guan'er to her relationship with him, and they all agreed to the conclusion that there was an adulterous affair between the former or that it would be fast even if there was no adultery.

So what does Meng Qianyang's words mean?

Cai Jia's generosity and reserve just now disappeared all of a sudden, and there was no way to just Meng Qianyang's meaningful eyes.

She almost ran out of the room, said a word to Mo Chunshan, and hurried downstairs to go home.

At this time, Mo Chunshan's mood was indeed not bad.

After returning at noon, he was back to work, his mind was extremely clear, and he had just solved a construction problem.

Not only was I in a good mood because my work problems were solved, but the more important reason was probably the trip at noon.

In fact, a trivial matter such as returning the umbrella could have been handed over to Caijia, but he just went.

The purpose was simple, and he himself knew it very well - he wanted to see He Wan'er.

As for what to do when he went to see her, he couldn't say clearly.

Maybe she wants to see if the scars on her face have faded, or maybe she has lost weight if she doesn't eat well, or maybe she still has some troubles and needs his help.

These thoughts had been in his mind since he got up in the morning, so much so that his work in the morning was affected.

So at noon, he took the umbrella and went to the downstairs of He Wan'er Newspaper alone.

In just a few minutes of meeting, he seemed to have completed something extraordinarily important, and the worries in his heart could be temporarily put down.

Today, it seems that everything is fine with He Wan'er - except for a little silly, and the reaction is always half a beat slow.

Mo Chunshan couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth - this woman is usually so arrogant that she is extremely radiant, but he prefers to see her look like she is careful to please him with her tail between her legs after she makes a fool.

Stupid, stupid, but he couldn't help but want to take a closer look.

How can I say it? Seeing her in such a completely different state from others when facing him, he was very ironed in his heart.

I don't know, what is she doing now?

He couldn't help frowning and began to think about the question of the next meeting.

In her hand, she also had an umbrella, a mobile phone, two handkerchiefs, and here he had a book of poetry that she was afraid she would have forgotten.

At least three more times—he unconsciously counted the number of times—and touched the beads she had given him on his left wrist.

Although the beads were worthless, and the fragrance had dissipated, he wore them frequently these days, and the wooden beads were much more round and smooth under the play. No matter how long time passes, it may not be impossible to see people.

The corners of his mouth hooked into a light smile, and he unconsciously looked into the distance, and his eyes were in the direction of the inner ring of the city center.

However, at a distance of more than ten kilometers, it is naturally invisible.

Gyeongju is so big that there are big rivers running through the city, and as far as he can see, he can only see the Namgyan district.

Across the river is Gyeongju's most prosperous business district, with large urban complexes, high-end luxury shopping malls, city landmarks, and a newly opened automobile city.

Something suddenly occurred to him, and he wanted to go downstairs for a walk.

So he took his coat and said to Meng Qianyang, who was playing with briquettes: "I'll go out and take a walk by the river downstairs." ”

Meng Qianyang thought that he had some engineering problems to think about, so he was busy sending him out and continued to go back to the room to serve the cat master.

An hour later, a white GLK stopped in front of the Linjiang Mingmen apartment, and a man in a suit and leather shoes in his thirties got out of the driver's seat and opened the door of the back seat of the car diligently.

Mo Chunshan got out of the car and stood on the side of the road.

The man said goodbye to him politely, and after confirming that Mo Chunshan had his business card again, he left contentedly.

Mo Chunshan turned around, a little ridiculous at his whim, and the next second, he saw an unexpected person at the door.

He was stunned, and his smile faded.

"Mo, don't come here to be harmed?" asked the man waiting for Mo Chunshan, his voice full of faint smiles.

Mo Chunshan took a deep breath and walked into him, his voice unfazed: "Why are you here?"

The man shrugged his shoulders and replied with a smile: "I know you were surprised, don't hide it." ”

As he spoke, he looked up at the highest floor of the apartment: "Won't you invite me to go up and sit down?"

Mo Chunshan had already woken up from the shock at the first sight, and also smiled and said, "The Tao is not the same. ”

He never thought this person would be here.

But since you know that he lives here, it's obviously not a matter of a day or two to keep an eye on him.

The man was still holding a cigarette in his fingertips, he picked it up and took a puff, snuffed out most of the cigarette, and threw it on the ground: "What's the way?

Mo Chunshan narrowed his eyes, ignored him, and walked straight towards the entrance of the apartment.

The moment I passed by the man, I heard him whisper, "Do you still like the gift I prepared for you?"

Mo Chunshan suddenly turned around: "What?"

The man's eyes flashed with a dark and uncertain look, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was meaningful: "Isn't it like it?"

"What doesn't look like it?" Mo Chunshan looked at him, his eyes darkening and darkening.

"What do you say?" the man spread his hands, leisurely, "I naturally can't bear to use the cat as her stand-in." ”

Mo Chunshan's eyes suddenly tightened. Immediately afterward, a pinprick pain came to my mind.

The stinging pain disappeared in less than a second, but a thin layer of cold sweat was already formed at the corner of his forehead.

The man took two steps forward, only an arm's length away from him: "You and I both know that it is useless to escape. Like you escaped so many times back then, did you escape again?"

Mo Chunshan was silent, but his clenched cheeks and clenched fists revealed that he was not so indifferent.

The man was very satisfied with his expression, and before leaving, he left a word in his ear, Shi Shiran left.

"Don't forget who you are, don't forget what you've done. ”

The sky was getting dark, and the clouds were thickening, obscuring the last glimmers of golden light from the setting sun.

The wind is blowing on the surface of the Quling River, like the end of the world is coming.

Pedestrians on the streets are in a hurry, all afraid of the coming winter rains.

In just a few minutes, the heavy rain fell, and the momentum was surging, and a winter rain actually rained like a summer rainstorm.

Mo Chunshan was motionless, his hair was soaked with rain, but he didn't realize it.

He looked up at the sky like a statue.

The raindrops smashed into his eyes, cold and painful, and smashed his skin with a dull pain.

Along with it, there is also the pain that he chose to bury in the depths of his memory.

Meng Qianyang happened to go downstairs to look for Mo Chunshan, who had not returned home, because of the rain, but he saw him in the rain outside the apartment.

He was in a hurry, and he couldn't even bother to open the umbrella, so he ran up and pulled Mo Chunshan to the entrance, but he didn't expect that he just pulled like that, and Mo Chunshan fell to the ground.

"Brother Chunshan!" he was busy supporting Mo Chunshan, and by the way, he propped up the umbrella on his head.

Mo Chunshan finally reacted, looked up at Meng Qianyang, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Qianyang?"

"What's the matter, Brother Chunshan?" Meng Qianyang noticed his loss of soul and asked nervously.

He was silent for a long time, and then stood up straight again in the rain, his face pale, his lips purple, his hands clenched into fists, and his joints white.

"Let's go home first?" Meng Qianyang said worriedly.

Mo Chunshan still didn't move.

Meng Qianyang had no choice but to hold an umbrella for him and stand in the rain with him.

After a few minutes, Mo Chunshan's clenched fists finally relaxed a little bit, his body no longer trembled, and he replied with one word: "Okay." ”