After dinner, there was no other reason to delay, so Wenhao had to propose to send Mo Yan back to the hotel.

Mo Yan hesitated slightly, but still nodded in agreement.

At that moment, the two of them thought in unison: Wang Chengyou shouldn't still be in Mo Yan's room, right?

It was useless to speculate, Wenhao secretly made up his mind and decided to take Mo Yan back to the hotel and inspect it for himself.

The driver answered the call and quickly drove away Wenhao and Mo Yan. Not long after, I arrived at the hotel where Mo Yan signed a long-term stay.

Wenhao didn't say anything, and as a matter of course, he went straight to Mo Yan and waited for the elevator. Mo Yan lowered his eyes and thought about it, somewhat wandering.

A voice said: Since you still love Wang Chengyou, why don't you refuse to go upstairs with Wenhao?

Another voice said: The writer has been deeply affectionate to you in the past two years and has cultivated a lot, what reason do you have to push him away?

The third voice said: Why does Wang Chengyou come when he says go, is your life for him to disrupt wantonly?

In the middle of the inner dispute, the elevator arrived.

Since it is difficult to decide, let fate decide.

Mo Yan's eyes closed and he stepped into the elevator.

When he came to the corridor of the guest room on the 29th floor, he came to the door of his room, and Mo Yan swiped his card to open the door.

With the tacit understanding that has been getting along for two years, the writer has taken the lead in the door. He was obviously looking for it, and at a glance he saw the bed and the small hall without partitions, and strode to the bathroom.

He even opened the tiny cupboard in the bathroom.

Everywhere is quiet, everywhere is empty.

Wenhao walked to the bed and rubbed the bed with his feet silently. You won't lift the mattress in front of Mo Yan, right?

Turning around again, Wenhao was already relaxed: "After running for a day, you're tired, right?" ”

"Hmm." Mo Yan replied.

"I'm too lazy to leave, wait for me to call and ask the front desk if there are any available rooms."

In front of Mo Yan, Wenhao called the front desk and asked if Mo Yan's next room was empty. Mo Yan stood aside, listened silently, and thought to himself, in the next sentence, the writer will ask who booked the next room, right?

I didn't think that the next door to the left and right, and even the opposite room, were empty.

Only then did the writer really relax, and his smile became sincere: "I'll go down and go through the formalities." ”

"Good night." Mo Yan leaned on the door frame and said to Wenhao. This "good night" can be regarded as a clear position of not seeing him again for a while.

"Good night."

The door was closed, Mo Yan leaned against the door, looking at the room vigilantly, always feeling that Wang Chengyou would come out of the unexpected place and smile at her.

"Ding Zero." The sound of a text message coming in.

Since using WeChat, I rarely receive text messages again.

"Did you miss me?" A line of words jumps into view. The number is unfamiliar and there is no payment. It's all about reading between the lines. Needless to say, it was a prank by Wang Chengyou, who just appeared today.

Mo Yan stared at the screen for a long time and decided to ignore it.

An hour later, another text message came in, also from the same unfamiliar number.

"You're my !!"

The domineering of the three exclamation points made Mo Yan almost couldn't help scolding, but later, he still held back. She had to settle her struggling heart first.

I slept very uncomfortably that night.

The bits and pieces of the past dripped into dreams, so that Mo Yan couldn't help but think about where to go again and again in his sleep.

If Wang Chengyou, who has returned, can be more serious and formal, she will not have these troubles.

The next morning, it was Sunday, and there was still one day to free on Monday, the first day of graduate school.

Mo Yan needs to get up very early to catch the first high-speed train.

When Mo Yan stepped out of the elevator, she was not surprised to find Wenhao sitting in the lobby waiting for her. It was too early, it was only 5 o'clock in the morning, and the coffee bar in the lobby had not yet opened, so the writer sat on the sofa and waited.

Seeing Mo Yan come out, Wenhao got up and greeted him.

Today's itinerary is like this, the writer returns to his hometown, and Mo Yan goes to collect debts.

Accompanying the debt collection is Wang Weichao, a customer service in the company. Wang Weichao will then meet Mo Yan at the high-speed rail station.

Not to mention that the identity of the writer is not suitable for accompanying Mo Yan to collect debts, and the writer does not have that time. I can spare a day to accompany Mo Yan to go through the admission procedures on weekends, and it was already a day of work for a week.

When I became a boss, I realized that the boss was not good, the size was trivial, and it was like a thousand threads, one by one, which was entangled in the body, forcing people to even have leisure time It is a luxury.

The reason why it was Mo Yan's turn to collect debts was also a last resort.

The designer's character design does not talk about money, and the worldly work of debt collection will definitely not be their turn.

Although Mr. Fan and the new god are responsible for turnover, they are not responsible for collecting money.

In order to maintain the enterprising vitality of the salesman, the thankless job of debt collection will not find them.

Finances don't need to be mentioned, thinking about it, debt collection has become the job of customer service.

The customer service urged on the phone, but if the result could not be obtained, Mo Yan had to go into battle by himself. There is no way, the upstream industry is sluggish, and the downstream enterprises are sad. That's how the boss plugged the hole.

Fortunately, the writer specially advised Mr. Fan to recruit Wang Weichao for Mo Yan's debt collection.

Wang Weichao, who is tall and big, and the visual effects are very capable of bluffing, is married, is a veteran, and has won the third prize in the grappling and fighting competition of the service unit.

Wenhao waited for Mo Yan, but it was just for the door.

The high-speed trains they took started from Shanghai South Railway Station and Hongqiao Railway Station.

"If you see that the situation is not right, don't talk about it."

"Okay."

"It goes well or it doesn't, call me."

"Okay."

The writer was not at ease, so he had to watch Mo Yan get in the car and leave him.

This is one of the few moments of regret after he helped her open up her career.

Mo Yan took the car of the driver of the big page indoor space and drove away.

It wasn't until he couldn't see the car that the writer stepped into the car waiting for him.

Sitting in the car, Wenhao sent a message to Wang Weichao: "If there is anything abnormal, remember to send me a message." Soon, I received a reply from Wang Weichao: "Yes." ”

When he arrived at the square in front of Hongqiao Railway Station, Mo Yan got off the train alone. took the ticket, passed the security check, and arrived at the No. 3 waiting hall, where Wang Weichao did not see the big man, Mo Yan wondered and called Wang Weichao at the same time.

Wang Weichao, who is married and his wife is pregnant, cherishes his current high-paying job very much, and is very active on every business trip, waiting for Mo Yan at the entrance of the station nine times out of ten.

Presumably, there will be exceptions if there is a rule.

Mo Yan carried a large bright yellow shoulder bag, a set of dark blue professional skirts, and stepped on a pair of 5 cm wide heel bright yellow toe shoes. The whole is decent.

sounded three times, and no one answered, making Mo Yan feel ominous; Mo Yan, who was standing on the phone, couldn't help but use his eyes to visit the new person who walked in.

Suddenly, the phone was taken out of his hand.

Mo Yan turned around in shock and crashed directly into the arms of the person standing behind her at some point.