Chapter 682: Little Broken Office?

Wen Niannian has a strong ability to act, and she immediately does what she thinks, she looked up the nearby food a little, and found her taste very easily.

Thinking that Yu Moqin shouldn't have eaten yet, she packed up her things, put on her bag and went out to buy it.

As soon as I went out, the weather in this season was not as cold and swishing as before, and the temperature was suitable to make Wen Niannian's mood much better.

She followed the map and successfully found a café, which usually sells some simple food, just like Yu Moqin's picky kind of "fast food" that is most suitable for him. ”

Standing at the front desk, Wen Niannian picked left and right, and then decided what he liked.

I don't know when she started to choose what Yu Moqin likes more easily than choosing her own.

She thought it would be sweet for this change.

At the same time, the depressed Tong Le is walking on the streets of this big scary city, she has found a lot of jobs, but unfortunately now people are judged by their appearance, seeing that she is dirty and lonely, and there is a large scar on her face that people have to pay attention to, they have discussed and shook their heads.

She didn't expect that she would not be able to guarantee her basic life when she came back after many years, but she didn't seem to regret it, because instead of resigning herself to marrying someone she didn't like, it was better to fight for herself.

But Tong Le's choice was right, and her return was the most correct decision for her life.

In the café, Wen Niannian originally planned to turn back to Emperor Yu directly, but she was attracted by the smell of spicy tang halfway, and she sat on the side of the road and sucked a bowl of spicy tang before going back satisfied.

Before leaving, because she was worried that Yu Moqin would ask Mu Tian to buy food, she called Yu Moqin in advance.

"Yu Moqin?" She rarely calls her husband Yu Moqin, these three words are more pleasant.

Over there, Yu Moqin had just been busy with a document, and as soon as he saw Wen Niannian calling, he was in a good mood, and it seemed that no matter how tired he was, he was dispelled.

"Are you home?" Yu Moqin asked, only to realize that he was really so busy that he forgot to call Wen Niannian and passed.

"I'm downstairs in your company, I just bought dinner for you and Mu Tian," Wen Niannian said, as long as she helped Yu Moqin bring food, Mu Tian's share would be indispensable, and over time, her image and opinion in Mu Tian's heart also changed slightly.

At least, Mu Tian wouldn't be so cold to Wen Niannian now.

This is a good thing to be thankful for.

"You're downstairs in my company?" Yu Moqin raised her watch in surprise, Wen Niannian's class time was around six o'clock, so she must have been waiting for herself downstairs.

Suddenly, Yu Moqin was a little reluctant.

"You've been waiting for me downstairs for a long time?"

Wen Niannian felt the guilt in Yu Moqin's tone, and she comforted her warmly, "Don't worry, I gossiped a lot of things downstairs with my former colleagues, which is much more interesting than staying in your small broken office." ”

A small broken office?

Yu Moqin glanced around, and the decoration of his office was actually broken in Wen Niannian's mouth?

"Okay, okay, then you come back quickly, don't stay outside for too long, I'll be worried."

"I'll be back soon," Wen Niannian hung up the phone, picked up her things, and walked out of the store.

When she was halfway through, Wen Niannian suddenly heard a very loud bumping sound behind her, and she subconsciously looked back, but she didn't notice that the person with her head down on the way made her knock the person to the ground without warning.

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