"Achen, let's have dinner together at noon?"

Wen Wan is wearing a white dress, as her name suggests, gentle and lovely.

"No, no." He refused indifferently, not bothering to take a look.

Therefore, he didn't see the injury in Wen Wan's eyes, but he quickly smiled: "I heard that you went on a blind date last night, which means that you are ready to start a new life, doesn't it?" ”

Mo Chen finally raised his eyes to look at Wen Wan, and his voice was low and cold-blooded: "Don't waste time on me." ”

"I do!" Wen Wan bit her lower lip, very unwilling.

The man continued to process the documents and replied lightly: "Whatever." ”

The landline line rang again.

His slender fingers pressed the answer button, and the secretary's trembling voice came from inside: "Mr. Mo, Qiao...... Miss Joe is here. ”

"Let her in."

Miss Joe?

When Wen Wan was still wondering who this Miss Qiao was, a cold and delicate voice came from behind her.

"Wen Wan, why are you so useless, I vacated your position for two years, and you still haven't made any progress at all."

Qiao Ruoxin walked to the reception area with the thermos bucket, put the thermos bucket on the coffee table, stroked the bottom of her skirt, and sat elegantly on the sofa.

The voice......

Wen Wan turned her head suddenly with a shocked face, and sure enough, she saw the little goblin who had disappeared for two years!

"Qiao Ruoxin! You're back! ”

She smiled slightly, her eyes so innocent: "Well, I'm back, so, you can go, don't bother my ex-boyfriend." ”

Wen Wan looked back at the man behind the desk, and her emotions were a little out of control: "Mo Chen! Don't tell me you're still obsessed with her! ”

"Get out."

The cold two words made Wen Wan's heart cold: "She is not suitable for you at all, she will definitely disappoint you again, I promise." ”

Mo Chen frowned, a touch of displeasure quickly flashed in his dark eyes, but he was silent.

Wen Wan had already turned away angrily.

After hearing the sound of the door closing, the office returned to quiet, and it was eerily quiet.

Qiao Ruoxin took out the lunches she had made in the thermos bucket one by one and placed them neatly.

"Come and eat."

Mo Chen got up and walked around the desk, came to the sofa in the reception area, and sat down across from her.

Qiao Ruoxin handed him the chopsticks: "Do you believe what Wen Wan said?" ”

"What do you think?" He scoffed.

"You should believe it, otherwise you wouldn't be silent." My heart is sour, and it hurts a little.

Mo Chen took the chopsticks and looked at the four dishes and one soup in front of him, which were very delicate and attentive, and it should have taken a lot of time.

He tasted a dish and it tasted amazingly good.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Qiao Ruoxin's expectant eyes, and coldly spat out two words: "It's okay." ”

"This time, trust me, I'll be obedient." She stared at the man's handsome face with serious eyes, and said slowly.

Mo Chen continued to eat, his attitude was still indifferent: "I didn't want to get back together with you. ”

Qiao Ruoxin's heart seemed to be split by a centimeter, but she still smiled so sweetly: "Whether you want to or not is your business, whether I chase it or not is my business, and no one has the right to interfere with anyone, right?" ”

The man was silent and continued to eat quietly, after all, he was a man who did not eat and sleep.

The wound was too deep, and even though it healed, the rotten flesh inside was still not removed.

If he did it a second time, he might really not want to become a monk.

Qiao Ruoxin has been watching him eat, and the more he looks at it, the more distressed he becomes, has he eaten well in the past two years, eating is like taking medicine, and he has no appetite at all.

"You don't eat?" Mo Chen suddenly looked at her.

She was slightly stunned: "I've eaten it, you can eat it, and this soup, I boiled it for three hours, you can taste it." ”