As soon as Wenhao turned around, he saw Mo Yan Wantingting, who was holding a mobile phone, walking towards them.

The idea of finding a pleasant and quiet place to hand over is too wise.

Before Mo Yan could walk, the phone rang again.

"Mo Yan, where are you?"

"I'm doing a handover."

"Didn't ask you what you were doing! Where are you, I ask? Wang Chengyou's voice was a little impatient.

"It doesn't matter where I am, it's important that I don't want to be disturbed by what I'm doing."

"So, it's me who is guarding against me?"

"......" Mo Yan was stunned, and Wang Chengyou hung up the phone. Hearing it, he was angry. Mo Yan had the heart to call over to coax her, looked up, and saw Wenhao and Sister Fan looking at her, ruthlessly, and decided to ignore Wang Chengyou after finishing her work.

Wang Chengyou, who was still in the indoor space of the big page, looked at the phone in his hand and counted "10, 9, 8, 7......". However, the countdown to 2 tens has been counted, and the phone has not yet sounded. The front desk looked at him more and more strangely. couldn't hold it, Wang Chengyou left the big page indoor space in a daze.

pounced, and the resentment that arose from it quickly focused on the writer.

It must have been proposed by the writer in the diplomatic reception! It must be that the writer has premeditated, how can there be a reason why the investment boss never shows up in the company! Maybe the front desk was asked not to talk about his existence to the outside world, otherwise, how could the front desk, who was obviously older than Mo Yan, call Mo Yan "Mr. Mo" convincingly!

Strange people open companies are also strange!

Walking out of the 5A office building, Wang Chengyou, who was angry, felt a sense of grievance a little bit more.

Since Mo Yan flew to Yunnan last year, he has had the feeling of a long-distance relationship.

She was never there when I thought of her; If you want to share your feelings with her, you have to call to see if she is convenient to answer; Even quarrels...... I can't even make a noise, because she's busy.

Is it necessary for a girl to be busy like this?

Wang Chengyou's brows furrowed slowly...... It must be the writer who constantly brainwashed Mo Yan and told her the importance of independence for women. Otherwise, how could the little girl who was bouncing in high school turn into a strong woman?

Wang Chengyou's grudge against the writer was pushed up little by little.

No, it's not cost-effective to just be angry, and you have to call.

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Two people drink coffee and one person drinks juice. The three of them were finishing their work when Mo Yan's mobile phone rang again. Seeing that it was Wang Chengyou, Mo Yan hung up the phone directly.

Twice.

Three times.

The smile on Wenhao's face deepened: "Hurry up and answer the phone, otherwise, how can the eldest young master be annoyed?" ”

Because Mo Yan's mobile phone was placed on the desktop, the writer swept the caller and said, "Ah! You".

Mo Yan wanted to pay attention to Wang Chengyou after she was busy, but when she saw that the other two were not in a hurry and wanted to wait for her, she got up to answer the phone.

"Mo Yan, tell me where you are, I'm injured. I want to see you. ”

"Where are you hurt? Does it matter? Have you seen a doctor? ”

"Quick, tell me where you are?"

Mo Yan sighed, knowing that the so-called "injury" must be a rhetoric. Thinking that the handover was about to be completed anyway, he told Wang Chengyou the address.

Wang Chengyou ended the call, called a taxi, and went straight to the most beautiful Starbucks in Mo Yan's magic capital.

"Is he coming?" Seeing the relieved expression on Mo Yan's face, Wenhao asked with a gentle smile.

Mo Yan nodded, and couldn't help but explain: "I thought, when he arrives, the handover should be over." ”

Wenhao nodded and smiled: "We should have had a meal together to celebrate, but my family has already arranged dinner, so I have to take the first step after the handover." ”

Mr. Fan laughed out loud: "You won't still be on a blind date, right?" ”

The writer glanced at her: "This is a bad statement. It's already in the dating phase. By the way, Mo Yan, she is an alumnus with you, I'll show you one day. ”

"From Golden Bridge Academy?" Mo Yan was a little surprised.

"Nope. Blending. High school alumni. ”

Mo Yan was relieved. In his hometown, the children of people with heads and faces mostly study in Ronghuazhi. A poor family like her is an outlier in Ronghuazhi.

Those festivals don't have corresponding celebration clothes, you can't get a share of the money for travel, the most beautiful clothes are school uniforms, and you hide from the toilet after school to try to cover up the embarrassing days of taking the bus from school...... Luckily, they all survived.

The final sweeping work was carried out very quickly because the writer was going to the appointment. In less than ten minutes, it was all over. All three parties closed their computers, stood up to shake hands, and congratulated each other.

A quarter of an hour later, the writer left.

"This guy, what kind of blind date is it, I feel that I have been deeply attracted. Look how quickly he goes! Mr. Fan sighed without knowing why. Where did she think that the writer was so anxious, she just didn't want to meet Wang Chengyou.

Mo Yan took a sip of juice and comfortably "collapsed" on the single sofa in the coffee shop.

"I'm leaving too, it's rare that my husband doesn't have a case tonight, we're going to the movies. It's like a holiday for us. Goodbye, Mr. Mo. ”

Mo Yan sat up as if he had been stung: "Mr. Fan, are you also making fun of me?" Don't call it 'Mr. Mo'. Shame on you. ”

Mr. Fan became serious: "No." The writer is right. Domineering can be cultivated. Everyone calls you 'Mr. Mo', and within a month, you will get used to it. It's your new identity, and it's true to your name. ”

Mo Yan couldn't help but nodded.

Everyone changed her name to "Mr. Mo", which was the request of the writer. Mr. Fan personally announced the whole company. Although there are only such small double-digit people in the company, when they focus on her and call her "Mr. Mo", there seems to be some energy in her body that has been awakened.

Taste it carefully, it seems to be called "sense of responsibility".

When Wang Chengyou arrived, the most beautiful Starbucks in the magic capital, the three-person work handover group, only Mo Yan was left.

"Where's the writer?" Wang Chengyou looked left and right.

"So you're looking for him, why don't you just call him." Mo Yan pretended to be angry.

Wang Chengyou sat down, picked up Mo Yan's mobile phone on the desktop, and said, "I saved his wrong contact information...... No, what am I looking for him...... Hey, the mobile phone number is correct. ”

Calling up Mo Yan's mobile phone number of Chinese Hao, it is exactly the same as the one he saved. It seems that it was the writer who deliberately did not pick it up.

"What are you talking about?" Mo Yan leaned over.

"When I called Wenhao, he didn't answer, I thought I had saved the wrong number. By the way, I went to your company, and your front desk said that I didn't know that there was a person named Tang Wenhao in the company. What's going on? ”

"Oh, that's it. Wenhao has never appeared in the company, and on the bright side, everyone thinks that Fan is always the boss. ”

"The moment Mr. Fan announced that you were the big boss, they were shocked, right?"

Xiao Transparent turned into a big boss, and the strong comedy tension planned by the writer made Wang Chengyou dislike.