Thinking that it was still pouring rain outside, Wang Chengyou said to Mo Yan: "I'm fine. Don't rush back after work and wait for the rain to stop. ”

Mo Yan let out a "hmm". For a moment, both of them were a little silent.

"Chengyou, you won't be where I live, will you?"

"No, it's nothing, I'll hang up first."

This call, which ended in a panic and hurried at the end, made Mo Yan suspicious.

After hanging up the phone, she no longer had the heart to appreciate the post-apocalyptic scene outside the window, and without hesitation, she dialed the phone number of the big page driver.

"Master Huang, can you drive outside?"

"Yes, yes, the water on the road is not deep, so I am afraid that a branch will break. Do you always want to use a car?"

“……”

"But I'm at the airport, and I want to deliver the drawings. The quickest time to get back to work is three hours later. ”

"You're busy, leave me alone."

Mo Yan's long-term room is not far from the company, about four minutes by car with traffic lights and traffic jams, and ten minutes on foot. She didn't make this call to use the car, but to confirm whether Wang Chengyou would drive over.

On the day of the stormy typhoon, Mo Yan only took about the same time as usual to arrive at the hotel. She also has an obsession in her heart, that is, Wang Chengyou must be at the door of the house where she lives and Chengyou must have encountered some major twists and turns.

She was going to get to him as soon as possible.

The wind and rain are heavy, and the umbrella is like a decoration. When Mo Yan arrived at the hotel, his shoes were all wet, and his clothes were already wet to his waist.

The lobby manager knew her, and before he could diligently hand her a dry towel, Mo Yan had already swirled through the lobby like a gust of wind and went straight to the elevator room. When the lobby manager took a dry towel and ran to the waiting room, Mo Yan had already disappeared from the elevator door. The lobby manager could only rejoice that the carpet was wet, and the soles of his shoes could not be perceived.

Rushed out of the elevator, turned into the corridor where the door was located, and saw a person squatting at the door, unable to see the appearance from a distance, but Mo Yan knew that it was Wang Chengyou.

"Thank you!"

"Mo Yan?"

Wang Chengyou's head was raised from the crook of his arm and looked towards Mo Yanshengyuan. The thick carpet engulfed the footsteps, and Wang Chengyou looked up and saw Mo Yan rushing towards him.

At that glance, it was full of surprises.

Wang Chengyou stood up, just as Mo Yan ran to him, and the two hugged each other tightly. Two soggy people.

Time lost its meaning, and I don't know how long it took before Mo Yan and Wang Chengyou remembered to let go of each other. The two men smiled happily and embarrassedly and looked at each other.

Mo Yan opened the door with his room card.

"You go take a hot shower and change into your hotel robes."

"You go wash first."

"You get wet early, you go first."

"Why don't we go together?"

"Get out."

The two men looked at each other again and laughed.

Mo Yan, who couldn't compete with Chengyou, went to wash first. It only took two or three minutes to come out. Wang Chengyou also washed in seconds.

Within ten minutes, the two of them were already standing side by side in a long skirt and a robe, looking out the window.

"Tell me, what happened to you?"

Chengyou turned sideways and looked at Mo Yan beside him, sweet, refreshing, and soft Mo Yan, and when he was about to speak, he moved his eyes to the window. is different from the last time he begged Mo Yan not to go to Shanxi, this time, it still contains his self-esteem. He was hurt by the writer and had no self-esteem.

At the same time, Mr. Fan, who witnessed Mo Yan rushing out of the office, dialed Wenhao's phone.