Less than five o'clock, He Guaner saw Caijia again in the sinking B1 Starbucks in CapitaMall.

She was standing in line at the counter to order, and there was a person in front of her.

Caijia is as delicate and beautiful as ever, and has excellent taste.

Short hair parted on the side, no bangs, slightly curled at the ends, natural and fluffy. The foundation is elegant and clear, with milk tea lips, and she is wearing a black and white tweed suit from Chanel.

She has camellia and pearl earrings on her ears, and the decorations on her wrists have been stacked from the last diamond-filled watch and snake bracelet that shone blindly, and quietly changed to the price of the current season's fashion model with a four-figure double C, and the bag is also a small Niki.

Although it is still a configuration that ordinary white-collar workers can't afford, it is much more approachable compared with her previous lady's style.

He Wan'er stepped forward to say hello and stood side by side with her, just in time for them to order a drink.

Caijia looked at her with a smile, revealing eight white teeth: "What does Miss He drink?"

He Wan'er wanted to have a cup of Furui White, but suddenly remembered that Mo Chunshan had told her not to eat dark things that caused pigmentation, so she simply changed it to milk.

Cai Jia raised his eyebrows - the last time He Wan'er drank coffee so happily, this time the scars on his face were extremely light, but he remembered to avoid it.

The curiosity in her heart was a little heavier, so she observed her quietly, only feeling that the beauty in front of her was really better and better the more she looked at it, and the more she looked at it, the more pleasing it was to the eye.

A simple white shirt with a cropped black down jacket and a pair of dark gray jeans. The shirt is a little longer than the down jacket, which can cover the tight hips, but the legs are longer and straighter.

Cai Jiazhen has a feeling of envy, jealousy and hatred, He Guaner's figure is completely appreciated by God, and no matter how much he exercises the day after tomorrow, he can't become so slender, graceful and healthy.

There is also her strong green scarf, people whose skin is not white enough will appear black, He Wan'er is very suitable to wear it, lining her face like a peach hidden between the leaves, pink and white.

The house was hot, He Wan'er just took off the scarf, and there were no accessories on the whole body, the only decoration was a looming red rope around the neck, but because the neckline was too high, I didn't know if she was hanging a jade pendant or a zodiac or something.

The appearance and figure are very good, and the confidence that can't be concealed can not be concealed, so the simple clothes are also worn out of the feeling of haute couture.

After taking a drink and sitting down face-to-face at a small round table, He Waner handed over the mobile phone and umbrella to Caijia.

Caijia just briefly inspected it, put it away, and then smiled: "No problem, I'll hand it over to Mr. Mo." ”

He Wan'er hesitated for a few seconds, but still took out Mo Chunshan's handkerchief - she had washed and ironed it carefully, afraid of getting dirty again, and deliberately wrapped it in a fresh-keeping bag, folded it neatly, and separated it from the other things in her bag.

"This is also your boss, I always trouble him, I'm really embarrassed. Please return these two handkerchiefs to him, and thank you for me. He Waner said.

Cai Jia glanced at the things in He Wan'er's hand, but did not answer: "Mr. Mo only told me to take back the umbrella and mobile phone, handkerchief or something, I don't know, and it is inconvenient for me to touch Mr. Mo's personal things." So please Miss He to contact Mr. Mo in person. ”

He Wan'er had no choice but to take it back, but he was still thinking about how personal the handkerchief was, why couldn't he help return it?

Caijia lowered her head and took a sip of coffee, planning how to deal with this matter. Fuel the fire or wait and see what happens, that's the question.

These days, Mr. Mo's work status is normal, but he is sick again, and he has a low-grade fever.

Then when she went to the apartment to sort out the materials, she stumbled upon one of his coats that was drenched - it was naturally inferred that Mo Chunshan was aggravated by the rain and cold.

She asked Meng Qianyang what was going on, Meng Qianyang kept silent, and then to her surprise, she thought that Mo Chunshan would contact He Wan'er again by taking advantage of the fact that there was still something to be returned, but she didn't expect him to suddenly hand over this matter to her the day before yesterday.

Caijia suddenly felt that the script was not quite right.

Sometimes she really doesn't understand what men think - the big beauty in front of her is beautiful and delicious, obviously has the opportunity to get close, and obviously cares a lot, but he begins to flicker away and closer, as if he is leaving.

Could it be that the two of them are having trouble again?

can look at He Wan'er's appearance, it's not like ah. Then, could it be that King Xiang has a dream goddess and has no heart?

Cai Jia frowned - it won't be, right? Wherever her boss puts it, it is a scarce product for women to grab their heads, unless He Guaner likes women, otherwise how can he turn a blind eye to this trench that wants to be good-looking, good-looking, and intelligent?

Or, in fact, it was almost a kick to the door that broke the window paper, so now the relationship between these two people is delicate, and it has become a state of close affection?

Cai Jia thought about it, and decided in a few seconds that he should help Mo Chunshan - only if the boss has a happy and sweet life and a good mood, life as a subordinate will be better.

Even if Miss He makes the boss angry, the two quarrel and gamble, let the boss's brain waves fluctuate at a different frequency, which is also beneficial to physical and mental health.

Cai Jia couldn't help laughing when he thought of it, and quickly pretended to be serious, mobilizing all his acting skills: "Mr. Mo hasn't been in good health recently, so let me get the phone for him." ”

She chose what she thought was the best angle, said that sentence gloomily, and waited for He Wan'er to take the bait - anyway, Mo Chunshan had indeed caught a cold recently, she didn't lie, at most she was grafting.

He Wan'er's eyes really widened, and his voice was urgent: "What? Is he sick again? Has he seen a doctor?"

Cai Jia smiled secretly in his heart, deliberately paused, and then had a somewhat annoyed expression: "Ah, Miss He, don't you know? I haven't had a good time since I fell into the water last time, I thought Mr. Mo told you." “

He Wan'er frowned: "Is it because of the previous operation? Alas, for the sake of a Mo Shuyi, is it worth doing this yourself!"

She was in a hurry, speaking quickly and with a rich expression.

Cai Jia had already learned from Meng Qianyang that Mo Chunshan had told He Guan'er about the liver transplant, but he pretended to be flustered: "Okay, Miss He, Mr. Mo's explanation for me has been done, I'll leave first." ”

Saying that, she picked up the coffee and was about to leave-if she wanted to get away with it, she didn't believe that He Wan'er could not take the bait.

He Wan'er bit his lip and stopped her: "Assistant Cai, wait a minute." ”

Caijia smiled secretly in her heart, but turned back with a smile: "Miss He, is there anything else?"

She saw He Guan'er take a deep breath and said, "I have some things that I want to ask Assistant Cai, which is about Mo Shuyi." ”

"Mo Shuyi?" Cai Jia raised his eyebrows, "What's wrong with Mo Shuyi?"

He Wan'er nodded, thinking about how to phrase it.

After a long time, she finally spoke: "The assistant also knows Mo Shuyi, in fact, he has some trouble with my friend Gu Nian, and now Mo Shuyi also said that he wants to do his filial piety for Gu Nian, so I want to know more about Mo Shuyi and the Mo family, so that I can give my friend an explanation." ”