Mo Yan's eyes widened instantly.

"What if, is it true?" The writer looked directly at Mo Yan.

Mo Yan unconsciously took a step back, allowing himself to be one step further away from the writer.

"It's not funny at all." She muttered. The appearance of frowning and pouting is clearly the word "disgust" in the expression body.

Wenhao couldn't bear to continue watching, afraid that he would get hurt: "It's not a joke at all, okay?" Funnily enough, it was the first time I was so serious. ”

Oh my God, Mo Yanfang! Mr. Wen admits it!

At that time, they walked out of the star tea shop and were walking down the porch to the office building, and when they said these words, they happened to be walking in front of a macaron shop. Suddenly, the customer who walked out of the store opened the door of the store, and seeing that the two people were about to be separated, the writer stretched out his long arm and pulled Mo Yan.

When the customer left, Wenhao looked at Mo Yan again and found that she was already blushing to the base of her ears. It wasn't like shyness, it was annoyance!

"Mo Yan!" He called out to her as a reminder.

"Let go!"

"Don't loosen! If you loosen up, where will I find it? ”

"You let go!"

"Unless you listen to me quietly."

The writer is always calm, and Mo Yan is already on the verge of panicking out of control.

"Mo Yan, even if I love you, what are you panicking about?" The writer smiled, and his tone was light, as if "love" was not important at all.

Mo Yan couldn't help but be stunned.

"Have you seen 'Letter from a Strange Woman'? Austrian writer Stephen Zweig. There is a sentence in it: I love you, it has nothing to do with you. This is the reality of the relationship between you and me. My love for you, although I can't whisper, is hopeless. It's more like standing on the sidelines and watching in silence than having to be involved.

You see, I know you have a rumored boyfriend named Wang Chengyou, have I ever slandered him?

I also know that when you go to college in two months, there will be a lot of boys who will fall in love with you, and you might actually become the girlfriend of one of them. At that time, I will only congratulate you from the bottom of my heart. ”

Mo Yan was secretly surprised: Is there such a generous style of love in the world?

I only heard Wenhao continue: "It has been 11 years since I turned 18.

I can't remember how I looked at 'love' when I was 18 years old. I think about 'love' very intensely. It seems to firmly believe that love is exclusive and unique, and if you love, you must get it. Mo Yan, can you imagine? For me, at the age of 29, love is no longer a broken body, not a life or death, but a private emotion that is gentle and nourishing, and conjecture is more than action.

I'm thankful that after so many ridiculous years of playing with flowers, I can still meet people who make me feel 'love'. Believe it or not, I have to tell you that I love you and have nothing to do with you. You don't know. Because, whether you know it or not, it's just my business. Unless one day, you are willing to accept my love. ”

Mo Yan slowly raised his gaze from looking at his toes to looking straight ahead.

When she first heard Secretary Tong's gossip, she was under a lot of pressure, because she was afraid that she had done something inappropriate in the past, prompting Wenhao to mistakenly think that she could develop love with her. Unexpectedly, the writer would explain his concept of love in this way.

If, as he said, it was just a thought in his heart that he would not put into action...... It really didn't make a difference to her life.

Mo Yan's panic and restlessness that initially swept her like a tide slowly dissipated.

She shook the watermelon juice in her hand with one hand: "You let go, I won't run anymore." ”

The writer immediately let go of his hand.

The sweat of his palms remained on the back of her hand, sticky and uncomfortable, she wanted to wipe it on her skirt, but she was afraid that the other party would be embarrassed, so she couldn't help wiping it.

"After that?" Mo Yan snorted.

"Naturally, it was how it was before, and what will be it in the future. You don't leave because of some thoughts in my heart, regardless of 3721, right? After that, when you were studying, there were boys on campus who liked you, could it be that you still dropped out of school? ”

Mo Yan continued to raise his gaze and looked at him one by one. His voice was calm from the beginning, and his original expression was so relaxed and peaceful, and he couldn't find the shadow of negative emotions such as pathos, sadness, sadness, and suffering.

He was so clear and sure that she couldn't help but feel calm.

Perhaps, 11 years is enough time for a person to change his attitude towards love? From deep engagement to spectatorship? Do you sincerely recognize that "I am fortunate to have it, but I am not killed"?

"Alright. The part-time agreement between you and the company is for a period of 2 and a half months, not a one-for-one agreement; In addition, the company and I are two related but not equivalent identities. The problems between me and me should naturally be resolved through negotiation with me, and should not be one-size-fits-all and walk away. ”

Wenhao raised the watermelon juice cup and took a sip: "What's more, not only for you, but for anyone who appears around my work, I will not affect my normal work because of my personal feelings." If you don't believe me, you can see from now on. ”

Having said that, Mo Yan has no reason to twist. She smiled shyly, feeling a little embarrassed by her childish behavior.

"I guess no one died when you got back, and I asked you why you ran away and couldn't find anyone. In case someone asks, I provide the following answers for your reference: 1. Is the drawing finished? 2, is the meeting over? 3. Is the summary of the bidding failure written? ”

Mo Yan sneered. If you don't enter Qingfeng, you don't know, the complaints that colleagues talk about every day are endless pictures, endless meetings, and endless summaries, which makes them unable to return to their homes, hug their babies, and kiss them.

Entering the company with Wenhao before and after, Mo Yan was a little weak-hearted, looking left and right, almost no one looked up at her. Even if there were, it was a quick glance with an expressionless face. I have to say that during working hours, Qingfeng's colleagues are still extremely dedicated.

After entering the office area, Wenhao didn't say a word to Mo Yan, and went straight to his office.

During afternoon tea, Secretary Tong took a small box of blueberries and gave it to Mo Yan, who was sitting in his place flipping through the book. Mo Yan instantly became sensitive, but Secretary Tong obviously came to apologize, but he only knew that he didn't mention the word apology, and his speech was still gentle and gentle: "I have seen a few times when the designer told Party A about the plan. ”

"Huh?"

"In the early stage of communication, the meeting organizer will draw up an approximate speaking time, you know? Experienced presenters will prepare three types of presentations at the same time, based on the specified time, long, medium and short lengths. Give you 5 minutes and you'll have to finish it in 4 minutes and 50 seconds. If the meeting is going well and it suddenly becomes 10 minutes to you, you can't just talk for 9 minutes and have 1 minute left wide-eyed.

So, you understand, Zhu Gong's requirements for you are not 'will', but 'fine'. Strict teachers produce high apprentices, cherish them! ”

Mo Yan smiled gratefully. The eyes were docked, and Secretary Tong's eyes were clear and clear.

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