Caijia has always been empathetic, and a few simple words made He Guan'er feel a lot more comfortable, and the thorn in his heart quietly began to melt.

It's just that she is still very stubborn, and she has been complaining about the afternoon competition: "It sounds good, respect me, so why don't you deny my idea without giving a reason?" Even if it is a fake marriage, as a fake bride, I still have a bit of backbone, aren't you afraid that I will break the contract if I am unhappy?"

"You won't," Caijia couldn't help the smile on the corner of his mouth, and said with crooked eyebrows, "Mr. Mo originally wanted me to tell you." ”

He Wan'er pursed her eyes and waited earnestly for Caijia to teach her a lesson.

"That's right," Caijia said with a smile, "If this comparison is regarded as a deal between Party A and Party B, Party A is us, responsible for paying for the money, and Party B is the wedding planner and designer, responsible for contributing to the creativity, under such a relationship, Party A has absolute dominance, and Party B should try its best to provide perfect service according to Party A's needs." However, in the process of determining the plan, Party A, who is responsible for contacting Party B, will be concretized into a person, and in this contract, I am the person responsible for contacting. ”

He Wan'er didn't seem to understand, and it took a while for a while to nod his head to show his understanding.

Caijia continued: "So, in such a situation, if Party B does a perfect job in the first plan, then if the plan is foolproof and impeccable, will it seem that I have no meaning to exist? ”

He Wan'er twitched the corners of his eyes when he heard this-there are such unspoken rules when dealing with Party A's baba?

"Designers who can understand this should be genuinely experienced, so they are more reliable, and even if there are any problems encountered in the implementation of the plan, the degree of cooperation will be relatively high. On the contrary, the designer of the third plan, although the first draft seems to be more complete and seems to be trying to do the best, but because of this psychology of wanting to show the best side, either inexperienced or arrogant, it may be a little more difficult to deal with. As for the first one, it is too decent, and with Zhuyu in front of it, it is naturally mediocre, of course, it is not in the scope of consideration. ”

Caijia explained, took a sip of coffee, and continued: "If it weren't for the hurry, Mr. Mo might choose the latter one, but now that we have limited time, we will naturally choose a higher degree of cooperation, and it is easier to deal with unexpected situations." ”

Two or three minutes later, He Guaner figured out the logic in Caijia's words just now, and couldn't help but sigh: "You Party A and Party B, your hearts are really dirty!"

"Party A and Party B fight wits and courage, eternal and tireless. You're by his side, and it's impossible to learn without thinking. Caijia smiled, and there was a deep meaning in his words.

He Wan'er suddenly blushed, and said sneeringly: "Where is he willing to teach me, in his eyes, I am the kind of person who is used to test the intelligence of the Chamber of Commerce and is said to be a stone by the machine." ”

Cai Jia pursed her lips and shook her head with some pity: "I wish I could be held in the palm of my hand by a man as mentally retarded, which shows that someone is in pain." ”

He Wan'er really didn't understand, and asked with a big head: "What kind of logic is this?"

"It's easy to understand that men are just like women. You will only be rude and willful in front of the people you love, and you will be smart, sensible and well-behaved in front of the people you don't love. Men are the same, when they are in love, they will feel that women are stupid and need protection everywhere, if they don't care about you, they will feel that they will be omnipotent in everything. However, I used to think that I could see it clearly enough and have a lot of experience in guessing Mr. Mo's thoughts, but now I don't dare to give advice, especially this so-called fake marriage, whether it is true or false, or whether it is true or false when it is fake, I am also very confused. ”

In the end, Cai Jia sighed a little, and his voice was particularly sincere.

Seeing He Wan'er stunned, she pursed her lips, held the coffee cup and asked, "Scared?"

He Wan'er shook his head hurriedly, but he didn't speak for a long time.

Caijia gracefully propped up Erlang's leg and said, "In short, just one word, follow your heart, and don't have regrets." ”

For an afternoon, He Waner was thinking about Caijia's words, especially the sentence "conform to your heart".

Even with what Mo Chunshan said that day, their tribe touched the top of their heads to express their liking, and the ambiguous confession of taking wedding photos that day, but the relationship between her and Mo Chunshan actually did not make any substantial progress.

Of course, it is difficult to make any substantial progress - after all, they are now under the name of "fiancé", living together and eating three meals a day, which has long been an intimate relationship, and the real relationship between them is not the case.

So they fell into a strange circle of yes and no, thinking and not thinking, bitter and sweet, the two were obviously very close, but if they wanted to reach out and touch each other, they were blocked by the last layer of transparent glass.

He Wan'er knew what that layer of glass was, it was nothing more than that false marriage contract, but in the current situation and her special situation, she could neither destroy this layer of glass, nor turn around and leave in style, so she could only passively follow his arrangement.

And her current mood swings have been led away by his every move, and they are no longer out of her control.

No matter what happens in the future, her wisest choice is actually to return to the so-called "contract" itself that she promised that day.

Since his purpose was to send away the terminally ill Li Rujing with a white lie, then no matter what, let's send Li Rujing away first.

As for the rest, we can only take it one step at a time.

He Wan'er planned this in his heart, and pretended to be calm, but he didn't know that his cheeks and earlobes had been dyed with the color of smoke.

She returned to Linjiang Mingmen after dinner, Mo Chunshan was already sitting in the study, and she didn't know how long she had been home.

He Guaner changed his shoes and entered the door, and saw him leaning against the door frame, as if he had heard the movement.

The room was a little dark, and under the warm orange light of the corridor, his pupils looked gentle but bright, and He Wan'er couldn't help but be stunned, staring at him several meters away, forgetting what he was going to do for a while.

The sound of the mobile phone text message came in just in time, and He Waner raised his mobile phone and saw a bank notification flashing on the screen.

Fifteen thousand in the account?

She tilted her head suspiciously—this is still the beginning of the month, and their newspaper has always paid salaries in the middle of the month, why did they suddenly change their routine?

And, or do you send it on the weekend?

It's weird!

Before she could figure it out, she heard Mo Chunshan's voice float over faintly: "Received?"

He Wan'er nodded and replied, "Received—wait a minute, the money just now was you?"

Her words didn't make sense, but they didn't affect her expression.

"Okay, you'll be paid this month. Mo Chunshan pursed his thin lips and asked her again, "Do you still have annual leave?"

He Wan'er didn't know how he cared about this problem, and nodded again: "Also." ”

It's only March, and the new year has just begun, and of course her annual leave hasn't started yet, and the balance is sufficient.

Mo Chunshan also tilted his head slightly, and the corners of his mouth were almost invisible smiles: "Please take two days off next Thursday and Friday, you accompany me to go to the capital." ”