"How do you know I keep fish?" The writer asked Mo Yan with interest.

Mo Yan took away her loss and smiled: "Shui Wangcai, you don't raise fish, do you raise a tank of water?" ”

The writer sneered.

"Isn't the ice cream you were given a taste of?" He asked her with a smile.

Mo Yan looked at the rum-flavored Häagen-Dazs in his hand, which had only eaten three or five sips, shook his head, and seemed a little embarrassed without smiling. After two seconds, Wenhao reacted and directly took the ice cream box in Mo Yan's hand without saying anything, so Mo Yan didn't feel particularly embarrassed.

He actually understood that she was in her menstrual period.

Brother Zheng also sighed at the fish tank, unable to understand why every time the red fish swam in the position of the "eye", the writer had already turned around and paced away. Mo Yan stood for a while, and then walked back to the living room by himself.

She estimated that half an hour had almost passed.

As she walked to the living room, she still had no intention of stomping the floor, trying to hear the crunch or hollow sound. Unfortunately, the floor is solid. When she arrived in the living room, she accidentally saw Wenhao put the ice cream he had taken from her hand back in the refrigerator. She couldn't help but be stunned. This...... Will he continue to eat later?

Closing the door of the refrigerator, Wenhao looked calm: "It's almost, let's go down?" ”

David decisively pulled out 2 books: "Lend me to research? ”

"Okay." The writer agreed.

Brother Zheng, who ran out empty-handed, pouted: "I really want to steal the little red fish, and by the way, steal some little black fish." ”

"Forget it then." The writer laughed.

Everyone came out of the writer's house. The writer was about to close the door, and Mo Yan suddenly shouted: "Mr. Wen! ”

Brother Zheng was obviously taken aback by this strange name.

"Huh?" The writer replied steadily.

"Do you have a VCR?" Mo Yan tried to relax himself as much as possible and let himself smile naturally.

"No...... Is a digital camera capable of recording counting? ”

"Count."

The writer didn't say a word, pushed open the door and walked in. It should have been for Mo Yan to get the camera. He didn't even ask her what he wanted the camera to record.

David is not sensitive to salutation, but he is sensitive to his boss's reaction. At this point, he also sensed that the intern seemed to have an unusual relationship with his boss.

"What do you want a VCR for?" always felt that the little junior sister was brought out by herself and that she needed to be responsible for her, so she asked Mo Yan seriously.

"I'll video the empty villa later." Mo Yan thought he was smart.

"You're stupid!" Brother Zheng sighed, "What do you want your phone for!" ”

"I have a small memory on my phone." Mo Yan snorted.

Her real purpose is to peek at the writer's digital camera to see if there is a video of torturing the stars. Of course, it is possible that even if there is, it has long been transferred. But, what if the writer is careless for a while?

The writer who entered the door to get the digital camera soon came out and handed the well-packaged camera bag to Mo Yan.

Downstairs, the driver got out of the car and opened the door for the boss attentively. Back in the car, back to the channel where the writer was silent, David and Brother Zheng said double reeds.

Wenhao made a brief phone call and told the driver to follow the car in front.

In less than 1 hour, this time I really arrived at my destination.

This is a rare suburban pure villa community. The car in front led them to a building in the middle of the community that resembled the "Villa King". Everyone got out of the car, and a middle-aged man with a slight fortune walked down in the car in front of them. The writer is not particularly attentive, and he has the style of being on an equal footing. He introduced the owners one by one and did not hesitate to praise them.

When he introduced Mo Yan, he said that "it was a hand-painted artist with great painting talent recruited by Qingfeng". Mo Yan couldn't help but blush. The part-time position is indeed written as "hand painter", this position has no ancients before, no one after it, and it hangs there empty waiting for her to come. After I came, I didn't work, and I read one book after another.

After the fat man complimented one or two, the two bosses still sat lightly under the sunshade chair and chatted.

"The head is responsible for setting the preference information, we are responsible for producing the first draft, and then fusing the information from the head to make an adjustment draft." Brother Zheng whispered to the little sister.

Mo Yan nodded on his face, holding the digital camera in his hand.

She had touched this thing in the school club, and without much ingenuity, she could find a reverse triangle button and look back at past photos or videos in turn.

Hiding in a corner, it took her five minutes to finish the photos in her camera.

Sin, Sin, I really didn't mean to peep into Mr. Wen's life, but she really saw traces of his life in the past few months from the camera. There are birthday parties, individual trips, and a group of young people partying and shooting.

There are very few videos, only the one on my birthday.

In the video, a sweet female voice shouts Don't blow, don't blow, make a wish first. So Mr. Wen put his hands together and made a wish. The girl smiled and asked, have you made a wish related to me? The writer avoided answering, and someone next to him broke the siege, and he couldn't say it, and if he said it, it wouldn't work. Then, blow out the candle with a pop. Cut the cake. End of recording.

It was recorded on the writer's 28th birthday.

The female voice is so sweet that she is very similar to Wan Ting, who has a side in her memory.

In addition to the tourist scenery photos and a group of young people with men and women, the writer took the most photos with a woman with outstanding beauty, but the woman was obviously an elder and seemed to be his mother.

Turning off the digital camera that had been searched, a strange feeling welled up in Mo Yan's heart.

These 5 minutes of photos and videos seem to have narrowed the psychological distance between her and Mr. Wen. Her rejection of him suddenly loosened.

Mo Yan didn't dare to stay alone for a long time, for fear that his heart would melt into his vigilance and rejection of Mr. Wen, so he looked for Brother Zheng everywhere.

Brother Zheng upstairs and downstairs, the corners and corners of the corner looked carefully, the notes have been taken, the sketchbook is written and painted, completely no longer the image of the big grin just now, rigorous and dedicated, I can see Mo Yan slightly distracted.

No wonder some people say that people at work are the most sexual.

Brother Zheng was busy for almost 1 hour, and it came to an end. As if she had just noticed a tail behind her, she squinted and asked Mo Yan, "Is the video recorded?" ”

Mo Yan's little tongue spit out and he grinned, "I changed my mind." I don't record it. If you record it, you have to find a data cable to transmit it, and you have to erase it after you have finished it, and you have to return it after wiping. I'll just wait to see the video taken by Brother Zheng with his mobile phone. ”

Brother Zheng was so crying and laughing by her that she said, and poked her forehead with his finger: "No wonder the master always says that he is afraid of you." ”

"Is there one? It's clear that I'm afraid of the master. ”

David walked down from upstairs, and the conversation between Brother Zheng and Mo Yan automatically stopped.

David and Brother Zheng confirmed each other, nothing was missing, they had all seen it, and the three of them walked out of the villa together.

Under the dazzling eyes, two big men wearing sunglasses and sweating under the sun umbrella are also a spectacle.

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