Wang Chengyou doesn't need to ask what brand of earrings it is, he knows that it must be expensive.

Wang Chen's loneliness was squeezed out of sight by Mi Zhi's laughter. Wang Chengyou ran away for a day, and under the cover of Mi Zhi, he fished in troubled waters and passed his father's pass.

After laughing for a while, Mi Zhi yawned: "Ouch, today's face is white, and I was amused by Mrs. Xiao Yang so that my laugh lines are deep." ”

Wang Chen said very dotingly, "If you are not happy one day, let Michel meet Mrs. Xiao Yang" and so on, everyone said goodnight and went back to their rooms.

Wang Chengyou ran up to the second floor, shook off the doughnut, and closed the door. He was tired enough today, and with the jet lag that he hadn't fully reversed, he really wanted to fall asleep.

However, he can't sleep right away, he needs to find some information. Some information related to the stars.

Relying on perseverance to stay up until 12 o'clock, his eyelids saw that he was about to usurp control, Wang Chengyou felt a sharp drop in efficiency, so he left the desk, took a hurried shower, and fell asleep.

Early the morning of the second day of his resignation, Mo Yan put Kafuka on his back. Kafuka loaded pens, notebooks, meter rulers, levels, water cups, umbrellas and other objects, and went straight to the Xingcha shop on Haihuai Road.

Last night, Brother Zhang gave her a key to the door of the Star Tea Shop. During the three weeks of internship at Qingfeng, she did not accumulate any substantial interior design experience, except for a general understanding of the decoration process, reading some basic books, and reading thousands of interior decoration renderings or real pictures.

Close your eyes and think about it, there are many people in this world who design and decorate their own houses, why can't she? So the courage of the people is infinitely expanded.

Writing down Baidulai's decoration process in a small notebook one by one, Mo Yan decided to start seriously from the first "measuring size". With an idea boiling head, Mo Yan rushed to the Xingcha shop with a white iron door with great energy, took the key and turned the door lock, and then, dumbfounded.

The door was locked from the inside.

Mo Yan fell into reality at this time, and remembered that her nemesis lived in the store.

Unable to make up his mind to knock on the door, Mo Yan wandered outside the store alone.

Crunch –

A car braked beside her, and she turned back in surprise, but her expression soon darkened again. It's not Wang Chengyou's car, but the car of a writer she can't avoid now. Wenhao has been restless for the past two days, and for the sake of safety, he asked the driver to pick him up and take him to and from work.

The back door opened, Wenhao got out of the car, said something to the driver, and the driver quickly drove away. Also, Wenhao's company is in a nearby office building, and it is normal for him to pass by here.

Mo Yan's gaze was a little evasive. She will have time to mention Wenhao to Wang Chengyou in the future, and she always feels that Wenhao likes her and needs to be told to Wang Chengyou.

"Mo Yan, why are you here early in the morning?"

"I, I'm ......" Mo Yan was embarrassed to get an axe, saying that she was going to pick up the girder and renovate the interior of Xingcha.

"I heard that you left the restaurant, are you going to work at this beverage store?" The writer looked at Mo Yan generously, and kept a safe interpersonal distance of about one meter between him and Mo Yan.

Mo Yan glanced at the writer quickly.

The writer wore a very light pink today, looking white and energetic. Her face couldn't help but heat up for 2 points. She had long discovered that since she praised the writer for his good looks in pink a long time ago, he often wore pink shirts.

She wasn't surprised that he was quick enough to hear from him, after all, it was his friend's shop. She just wanted to see what his expression was when he said this. Seeing that Wenhao was indifferent, her eyes were calm, and the corners of her mouth were smiling, her hanging heart fell.

Nodding slightly, he answered his question.

"I hadn't paid attention to this shop before, but the last time I had a drink, it seemed to be delicious. If I come back often, can you give me an in-house discounted price? ”

Mo Yan's face heated up by 2 points. Is he the kind of person who sees small money in his eyes? Asking her in such a low profile is nothing more than an excuse to get closer.

Mo Yan oscillated between "rejection" and "welcome". From a personal point of view, she wished he was gone; From an employee's point of view, it's always a good thing to have regular customers to increase revenue.

Just when Mo Yan was in a dilemma, the white iron door suddenly opened, Xingchen leaned against the door, reached out to grab Mo Yan's kafuka, and dragged it to the store: "Why don't you come in?" ”

Mo Yan couldn't retreat, and was mixed by the high threshold, and the writer immediately reached out to help, holding Mo Yan's arms with both hands, and strongly supporting her, so that she would not fall to the ground backwards.

Xingchen suddenly became anxious: "You let go of her." ”

The writer didn't pay attention to the stars, but Wen Cun looked at Mo Yan: "Are you okay?" Where did you go? ”

The writer's mature and masculine aura made Mo Yan extremely uncomfortable, she twisted her body and broke free from the writer's hands, and then found that what really made her uncomfortable was the distance from him. And behind her, there are stars......

Xingchen's slender arm immediately came to Wenhao as a chest pestle: "Stay away from her." ”

The writer's reaction was not drastic, but it was very effective. He grabbed Xingchen's wrist and pushed it aside without much effort, "Why are you so rude?" ”

Xingchen's eyes were a little flustered. The reality that he is not an opponent physically makes him lack confidence.

"Alright, let go." Mo Yan saw that the situation was not right, and hurriedly intervened.

The writer obediently let go of the stars, and did not make any movements such as throwing them violently. He even smiled tolerantly: "Mo Yan, if you need to talk to me about something, you can call me at any time." The subtext is clear, Xingchen wants to make her feel uncomfortable, and he can come over at any time to be her haven.

Mo Yan couldn't help but be grateful: "Thank you." Go to work. ”

The writer crossed his hands on his waist and pouted for a second in a rare way, which was used to euphemistically express his loss. However, he soon laughed to himself: "Goodbye." That series of childish movements looked in the eyes of Mo Yan and Xingchen, Mo Yan bent his lips, and Xingchen turned his head disdainfully.

After the writer left, Mo Yan avoided the stars and entered the star tea shop along the counter.

"You're afraid of me?" Xingchen asked Mo Yan in surprise as if he had discovered a new world.

Mo Yan didn't bother to talk. Besides, words are not speculative, it is she who is in danger. She can't subdue the stars in strength like a writer.

"Hey. What about you? Three steps away, Xingchen, who was backed by the white iron door, took his chin and nodded at Mo Yan.

Mo Yan took out his mobile phone alertly. She thought about it, if Xingchen forced her to ask her again, she would call Wang Chengyou and ask Wang Chengyou to come and give her courage.

Xingchen saw Mo Yan holding his mobile phone in his hand, and immediately changed to a smiling face. In order to alleviate Mo Yan's vigilance, Xingchen simply opened the door behind him, and the person also made a small bow, smiling with a cute look of a child: "Don't want to say? I don't ask. Don't call Tang Wenhao! ”

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