This adventure made the writer throb, as if he was desperate for Mo Yan.

He recalled the serious science popularization of Mr. Tang's personal doctor: "Acute pneumonia can be infected by bacteria, viruses, fungi, parasites and other microorganisms, and can also be caused by radiation exposure, inhalation of foreign bodies, etc. Pneumonia can be mild or severe, mainly cough, sputum production, fever, chills, accompanied by nausea, vomiting, dyspnea, etc. Critically ill patients may also experience shock, fainting, drop in blood pressure, loss of consciousness and even life-threatening", and he couldn't be more satisfied with this illness.

I completely forgot what my personal doctor added: "In general, the course of treatment for pneumonia is relatively long, about 10 to 14 days. However, this injection can offset the efficacy of the past 3 days, plus you find it early, tonight, tomorrow morning and tomorrow night, 3 injections will be fine. ”

Although he hadn't seen Mo Yan once in the past four years and hadn't called Mo Yan once, Wenhao felt that he had never known Mo Yan and was close to Mo Yan. He almost forgot that the big family he helped was originally someone Mo Yan didn't like.

In short, when Chen Yingduo fell uncontrollably in love with an angel who fell from the sky, the angel was deeply moved by his silent dedication.

The next night, after the third anti-infection injection, the instrument found that the lung inflammation was completely eliminated and the cough symptoms were gone. He was healed. You can rest assured that you will be able to attend tomorrow's discussion meeting on the plan for the riverside renovation project of the old shipyard.

Due to the wide range of aspects involved in the renovation project, the writer decided to selectively listen to the interior design of the main building.

Of course, that sub-report was attended by Mo Yan and Mo Yan's group.

In this regard, the writer's explanation to himself is: Breaking up (even if it is a one-sided crush, the writer insists on using the word "breakup") is not a parting of life and death, and sooner or later he will have to see Mo Yan.

After a month of quarantine, it was time to examine the walls he had secretly built for her. He believed that this time, when he saw Mo Yan, his smile must be detached and polite, and the conversation must be limited to work. Perhaps, he will also call Xu Qinglai to accompany him to lunch, instead of Mo Yan.

Wait, Xu Qinglai?

He doesn't seem to have taken the initiative to call Xu Qinglai for a few days?

And Xu Qinglai has not contacted him under any excuse in the past few days!

The writer smacked his eyes to see if he felt disappointed, and after tasting it for a long time, he couldn't taste it at all. Hehe, he really doesn't feel like Xu Qinglai.

The writer is playful, if Chen Yingduo is called...... He immediately denied it in a hurry, no, no, Chen Yingduo is related to Mo Yan by blood, and doing so will be too targeted, which will make Mo Yan more hearted! Chen Yingduo told him that Mo Yan used to be called Chen Moyan.

In the entanglement of the writer and the uncontrollable indulgence and imagination of the writer, the next day arrived as scheduled.

It was a cold winter, and the morning was very bleak.

The writer woke up early, dressed in a single coat in a well-heated room, and his eyes were melancholy towards the east, hoping that the sun would come out sooner. In this way, the temperature can be higher, and Mo Yan will suffer less cold.

Something floated lightly outside the glass. The writer looked at it fixedly, as if it was a snowflake.

It's cold enough to snow? He hurriedly opened the window to take a closer look, and a strong cold air came to his face, "Ah sneeze", the writer was caught off guard, sneezed three times in a row, and quickly closed the window again.

It's so cold!

He actually forgot to make arrangements, and he knew that the person who reported the order had arrived at daytime yesterday and stayed at their hotel at night. This will reduce Mo Yan's hard work of running early...... Wait a minute! The writer pressed his eyebrows with his hand: Why do you say that Mo Yan came from Shanghai this morning?

Mo Yan's family is here, maybe she invited her group mates to live in her own house yesterday. No, no, the other two in her group are men, so it's too unreassuring to live in a suite like this!

The writer unconsciously paced around the room, as if there was something urgent and important waiting for him to make a judgment. However, thinking about it again, whether Mo Yan came from Shanghai this morning or went home with the team members yesterday, it was already a fait accompli, and he was worried that it would be useless.

Repeating "relax" silently, the writer ordered himself to relax.

The only reason why a mature person does all the immature things is that he falls in love. Men become stupid when they are in love. The writer refused to admit this.

He didn't want to admit it, he didn't want to face it, he didn't want to plan, and he didn't want to avoid it.

The driver rang the doorbell downstairs, his mind was busy all morning, and he was still depressed on the sofa, and he didn't change his clothes, let alone freshen up.

For the first time, the driver waited downstairs for an hour. Usually wait up to 3 minutes.

The well-groomed writer came downstairs, and the driver didn't look at him more than usual. In the driver's opinion, the appearance of today's writers is no different from usual, as usual, upright, capable, and heroic. If there is any difference, it is that his expression is more solemn. Also, when he said "let's go", there was a faint cold in his voice.

9:25 a.m.

Conference Room 6 on the 98th floor of Sifa International Business Center. The interior design draft of the main building of the old shipyard riverside project is in the process of being proposed, and the three peers invited by Qingfeng Design are comparing the drafts.

The writer sat at one end of the long conference table, which was the exclusive seat of the absolute core.

On his left and right hands, in the two rows of the long table, sat the reviewers, the main creators of the reporting party, and some people, who were not able to sit at the table, but sat on chairs placed against the wall.

The room was full and the reporters were organized. The writer sat in the center, looking forward at the big screen, but his eyes involuntarily tilted towards Mo Yan in the direction of his right hand. There were five or six people between Mo Yan and him, and from his point of view, he happened to see two-thirds of her face.

Every line of that face was extremely familiar to him.

Every line is 100% in line with the perfect contour of his heart.

When he saw her today, he saw her at a glance through the many greetings. What did she say to Qingfeng's Zhu Haichao, she was so involved that she didn't even see him enter.

He vaguely felt that he was angry, and his face must have become very unsightly. The greeters paused in disdain and looked in the direction of his gaze. Zhu Haichao motioned to Mo Yan, Mo Yan turned her head, with the residual smile on her face when she talked to Zhu Haichao, the moment her eyes saw him, the smile became more obvious, she stretched out her hand and waved at him gently.

At that moment, he was in a good mood in an instant, the kind of good that the sky was clear.

He didn't know if he was smiling or not, but he knew that the people who accosted him suddenly and enthusiastically took turns to say compliments. He is like a spring breeze. Not because of those compliments, but because of the bright smile she suddenly showed when she saw him.

Zhu Haichao is today's host. After a brief opening, everyone submitted their reports in turn according to the order of the draw.