The dream was an endless dark and dreary night, and the streets were empty in the middle of the winter night. Silent snowflakes fell, half of the snow on the side of the road melted, and the long cold winter night froze into ice hills.

Behind him, there was the sound of hurried, heavy footsteps. There was no figure in sight under the darkness of the night, only the nearer footsteps and the sound of running gasps reminded him that the people behind him were getting closer.

With a hand on his shoulder, he turned around, only to see a flash of cold light in front of him.

"Minister, minister?" Lewen's voice rang in his ears.

Mo Jingyuan opened his eyes, there was a moment of dazedness in his dark eyes, and then he returned to his usual coldness. The scenery outside the car window flashed by. It turned out to be just a nightmare.

Le Wen looked at Mo Jingyuan's tightly knit brows worriedly. Before his body had fully recovered, Mo Jingyuan insisted on being discharged from the hospital despite his obstruction. There have been a lot of things in the company recently, and Mo Jingyuan often works overtime until late to rest, and he can't support his squint for a while just in the car. Lewen didn't want to disturb him, so he deliberately slowed down the car.

Xu is because of the bad rest recently, and just fell into a nightmare in a daze. Mo Jingyuan pressed his eyebrows, and his voice was low: "Have you arranged everything to participate in the design competition?"

"The itinerary is all arranged. The final candidates for the competition have also been announced. Le Wen replied, turned his head to look at Mo Jingyuan's somewhat pale face, and hesitated: "The French side will arrange someone to pick up, in fact, you don't have to go in person, minister." He was really a little worried about Mo Jingyuan's body.

"It's fine. Mo Jing looked at the brilliant lights of thousands of homes outside the window, and his expression was indifferent.

Lewen stopped talking. This competition is also something that the company attaches great importance to, and Mo Jingyuan will naturally not be absent. He knew that with Mo Jingyuan's temperament, it was useless to say more by himself.

France. Mo Jingyuan habitually touched his wrist and found that the watch he had been carrying was not there, only to remember that last time he noticed Jiang Xiaoqiao's lonely eyes for a moment, he turned around and threw the watch in the trash can in the ward.

Habit is a terrible thing. After all this time, he had not thought about the man, and he had been wearing the watch and ignored its existence. Now it's suddenly gone, but the past comes back all at once.

Nightmares can wake up, but the reality that once seemed like a nightmare cannot be erased.

When he thought of that delicate and moving face again, Mo Jingyuan's heart was no longer the slightest wave. The good old days when the two fell in love at the beginning are all ironic when I think about it now.

It was also because of this that he had not set foot in that land for a long time. Mo Jingyuan lowered his eyes. I don't know why another pretty face suddenly appeared in front of me, a small face the size of a palm, wet and crystal clear eyes, beautiful eyebrows, and a smile that is three points charming and seven points pure. Pouted and said to him, Mo Andy, I don't want to pay attention to you anymore.

He smiled slightly.

Jiang Xiaoqiao has been very depressed for the past two days, very, very depressed.

The extreme manifestation of depression is that he keeps eating, and Jiang Xiaoqiao's bulging cheeks are like a squirrel.

Tongtong hadn't spoken to her much in days. Jiang Xiaoqiao vaguely guessed a few reasons, and always wanted to explain to her, but she always couldn't find a chance.

In the hospital that day, Tongtong's resentful eyes were still in front of him when he left, and Jiang Xiaoqiao's mood was at the bottom.

has been such a good friend since college, but now he is estranged from him because of his stepson. The more Jiang Xiaoqiao thought about it, the more angry he became.

Why can Mo Andy rely on a handsome face to swagger around, obviously she has been taken advantage of repeatedly, but he can sit comfortably in the office and accept the eyes of the young women in the company. And she only has the share of being ostracized and speaking ill of her back.

"I'll tell you, yesterday I saw Jiang Xiaoqiao go to deliver pork rib soup to the minister, look, people are so attentive to this, no wonder the minister can look at her differently. ”

The sky is above, it is really her lawless stepson who forced her to do it! Jiang Xiaoqiao was sad and angry.

"Even if it is, I don't know how many shady means are behind it. ”

Also, a few of you, you have to make a little "behind" appearance when you say bad things about people behind your back!

Is she at odds with Mo Andi, the stepson, how can she be pulled together with him anywhere and anywhere! Jiang Xiaoqiao's expression of wanting to cry without tears fell in the eyes of others, and with the awkward and delicate atmosphere between her and Tongtong, it was a lively drama of "girlfriends tearing their faces in the end for the top position".

"But look at her look is not good-looking, it is estimated that she has been awkward with Tongtong in the past two days, hey, this kind of good friend turning his face for the same man is simply more exciting than a bloody TV series. ”

Jiang Xiaoqiao angrily stuffed a handful of popcorn into his mouth, his eyes swept over, and the energetic people who were talking not far away stopped talking and turned around.

Having said that, she really should find a time to have a good conversation with Tongtong. She believes that after so many years of friendship, Tongtong will not really break with her because of a momentary misunderstanding.

By the way, he quickly dissociated himself from his stepson, lest his father, who was wandering in an unknown country, suddenly find that the green hat that had been buckled on his head for a long time. Mo Andi is his own son, and it is estimated that there is nothing wrong with her, and her cheap wife who charges the phone bill is probably not so lucky.

After calculating about the same, Jiang Xiaoqiao patted the snack residue on his hand with satisfaction, threw the food bag into the trash can on the side, and took out another package from the drawer and opened it.

"Xiao Qiao, don't eat it, if you eat it again, you'll become a pig!"

Jiang Xiaoqiao was distracted, and when she heard half of the sentence, she trembled with fright, "I don't want to soak the pig cage!" A face that looked like Mo Andy appeared in front of her, only thirty years old, with more wrinkles and white hair, and was smiling maliciously, and the devil's claws were reaching out to her dangerously......

"What kind of dipping pig cage?" Sissi gave her an inexplicable look.

It turned out that she had misheard, and no one pulled her to soak in the pig cage. That's good, that's good. Jiang Xiaoqiao patted his chest.

Sissi looked at her slender waist that was still slender after eating all day, her eyes drifted up a few inches, and she secretly thought: No wonder the minister likes it, this figure and appearance are not to be blamed by the submersible.

Jiang Xiaoqiao looked at Qian Qian's eyes and rubbed the goosebumps on her arms: "Qian Qian, what did you just do with me?" How do you feel that Qian Qian looks at her like an aunt who estimates the price of pork in the vegetable market?

"Oh, by the way," the gossip was satisfied again, and Sissi remembered the matter, "I said that I went to France for two days to participate in the international design competition, what clothes are you ready to bring?"

I heard that there will be a drinking party, celebrities from all walks of life will attend, maybe there will be some handsome prince of the royal family of a certain country, if she can dance with a handsome foreign guy, then she will not be worth the trip!

"What kind of design competition, what clothes to bring?" Jiang Xiaoqiao felt that his brain cells were not enough.

"It's the famous architectural design competition in Paris!" exclaimed Sissi in surprise, "Don't you know? ”

Architectural Design Competition, or in Paris? Jiang Xiaoqiao blinked his eyes, and finally remembered, it seemed that there was such a thing. Everyone has been looking forward to it for a long time, after all, this is a major opportunity to move towards internationalization, and everyone wants to win the opportunity to represent the company in the competition.

It's just that in the past two days, he has been disturbed by all kinds of troubles, and Jiang Xiaoqiao has no heart to pay attention to these, and he only remembered when he heard Qian Qian mention it.

"Hey, is the entry list out?" she asked curiously, and there was a faint expectation in her heart, she had carefully made a design for this competition for a long time, and I don't know if she would be selected.

"The notice arrived in the morning, don't you know?" Sissi looked at her speechlessly, "There are you on the list, and Tongtong, An Ran and I, of course," she clasped her hands together, her eyes lit up: "And our minister." It's a little exciting to think that I can take the same flight as Master Mo, and maybe I can sit very close!"

Oh, so the piece of paper that everyone gathered to look at in the morning was the list of entrants. Jiang Xiaoqiao suddenly realized. So, she distracted the email in her mailbox as spam, and the one that was thrown directly into the trash was the email notifying her to participate in the competition.

Sure enough, her name was written in the notice, as well as Tongtong and Mo Andy. The letter seemed to say something about the ball banquet, she didn't care too much, just stared at the string of familiar names, and thought with some joy that Tongtong would also go with her, and she might find a chance to chat with Tongtong more and repair the relationship between the two.

Sissi stretched out her hand and shook it in front of her eyes: "Little Qiao, why are you in a daze?" suddenly thought of something, leaned over and asked with a smile: "Did you think of the opportunity to dance with our minister, I am very excited!"

Well, it must be so, with the minister, who will pay attention to any handsome foreign guys. Just enough to leave her with the opportunity to hook up with foreign royalty.

Jiang Xiaoqiao looked at Qian Qian for a while, smiled evilly, and then showed a weird smile, and the corners of her mouth twitched: "I don't want to dance." ”

Dancing with Mo Andy? Thinking of his smiling expression, Jiang Xiaoqiao felt a chill in his back. The naked threat of "chiluo", who wanted to "forcibly hug" her, was still ringing in his ears. It's too late to hide from him, and you still have to dance with him? Jiang Xiaoqiao patted her cheek, she was too idle to grow mushrooms before she would come up to find abuse.

Although her innocence has been shattered into scum, her sense of psychological responsibility is still very strong!