On the table in front of the writer, there was a stack of materials, a score sheet and his special pen.

He didn't look through the information and didn't rate any of the reporting teams. In his heart, he already had the answer. The answer is Mo Yan.

He wanted to give her an ideal amusement park, but instead he gave her an ideal indoor space, and he felt full of apologies.

For this report meeting, which has an answer before it has even begun, the writer has no burden to run.

Time passed, and in a blink of an eye, it was time for the noon break. In the afternoon, there were 2 more reports, one was the Shangda team represented by Mo Yan, and the other was the finale Qingfeng team.

With a one-hour break at noon, you can eat freely, or you can go to the Yanbo Hall below the 3rd floor with a voucher to eat.

Wenhao really wanted to lie in his position to see where Mo Yan went, but he knew that if he didn't get up and leave, everyone else would be embarrassed to get up and leave. He had no choice but to get up, leave, and walk outside the conference room, as if he suddenly thought of something, and turned around and entered the conference room again.

Before leaving, he deliberately left the pen on the table.

Relying on this little conspiracy, he successfully saw Mo Yan pick up the Yanbo Hall meal ticket issued by the organizer, and beckoned the two team members behind him, it seemed that they were going downstairs together.

Wen Hao pursed his lips nervously, he wanted to call her and invite her to join him for dinner on the third floor. His pride kept him from crying out. Although he didn't turn his head around, he already knew that at this moment, he had become the center of attention.

In his anxious and wandering moment, Mo Yan took two team members and walked out of the conference room, leaving a background for him.

Holding the golden pen in his hand in a dejected manner, the writer secretly breathed a sigh of relief and walked steadily out of the conference room.

He understood why Mo Yan was so alienated from him. Because to avoid suspicion.

That's what he taught her.

He told her that in the bidding situation, the more familiar she is, the more she must avoid revealing her familiar relationship in front of everyone. Avoid being the target of public criticism. Because the bidding is in the publicity stage, it is subject to supervision and complaints. If you show a familiar relationship in front of everyone, it will give people an opportunity to take advantage of it, and rumors or complaints are won based on relationships.

He told her never to underestimate the darkness of human nature. In the face of money, how many people who hold your hand on the surface and smile affectionately are secretly putting cold arrows and making shady moves.

It seems that she is a good student.

At today's briefing, she didn't even look at him for more than three seconds. He didn't expect that the eyes that swept away like flowing water would make him so lost.

Out of the conference room, in full view of everyone, the writer had to walk to the elevator and to his lonely special dining room.

He didn't have the heart to call Xu Qinglai, let alone Chen Yingduo.

Sit at the dining table with a table full of delicate dishes. 6 dishes and 2 soups. It's more than enough to eat for two people. Mo Yan's meal has never been large.

Wenhao took the spare bowl and put it opposite him, presuming Mo Yan sitting opposite him.

He asked Mo Yan: How have you been doing in the past month? (Detached pleasantries)

Mo Yan showed his usual smile and replied: I'm so busy, so busy. (He then realized that the reason she hadn't reached out to him in the past month was because she was too busy.) At the end of the year there was a big mess waiting for her to decide, her own study, the riverfront renovation project he imposed on him. Even if she didn't say it, he knew that it was enough for her to be busy. ）

He asked Mo Yan: Do you get along well with Wang Chengyou? (It's still a detached businesslike tone)

Mo Yan's smiling face was not as bright as it was at the beginning: how good could it be. Wang Chengyou is a boy who has not grown up, and boys of this age have low self-confidence and are always suspicious of things. (Yes, he thought, Mo Yan always said that he was busy, Wang Chengyou would definitely be dissatisfied, resentful, and even suspected that "busy" was an excuse.) ）

He continued to ask Mo Yan: Don't you ask me how I'm doing? (You must not show the grudge of "don't you miss me")

Mo Yan replied: You will definitely have a good life. You have always been very capable in my mind! You can do anything! Know everything! So forgiving, considerate, patient, and loving!

Wenhao put down the dishes and chopsticks, covered his face with his hands, and didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a while.

If Mo Yan really sat across from him, if he really opened his mouth to ask him like this, she would definitely answer him like this...... bar.

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Mo Yan did not take the initiative to find the writer in the spirit of avoiding suspicion.

She didn't know that Wenhao had solemnly "goodbye" to her, and naturally she wouldn't know that Wenhao treated her differently than before. She also wishfully believes that she and the writer have a tacit understanding to perform textbook style to avoid suspicion.

Mo Yan, who was brisk in his heart, and the team members were talking and laughing and waiting for the elevator. There are so many people going down that the elevator seems to have to wait for the next time it arrives. One of the group members, who loves to climb mountains, suggested simply taking the stairs down. It's only 3 floors anyway.

Mo Yan readily agreed.

There are not a few people who have the same idea as them.

Mo Yan thought that the echo in the fire staircase was loud, so he didn't speak much, and only walked wholeheartedly.

As she walked down the flow of people, a thin figure went upstream. Because they were walking on the right side, there were other people in between, and neither of them could see each other.

Only Mo Yan's lively team member, taking advantage of his height, saw the faces of thin boys. Surprise flashed on the faces of the team members, and they quickly tilted their heads to look at their team leader, and when they saw it, they became more and more excited: "Senior sister, I just saw someone who looks like you." ”

Mo Yan smiled back and did not speak.

This is her hometown, her city. It is said that one side of the water and soil supports one side of the people, and in the city of her hometown, it should be reasonable for someone to resemble her here or there.

The team members looked at the thin boy's back regretfully, but unfortunately, even if they saw the back, they couldn't see his face through the thick black hair, let alone present his face in front of the group leader, so they had to give up.

The similar faces that the lively team members accidentally saw were none other than Chen Yuduo.

As a warehouse manager in Sifa Group, he has to submit the signature form of the collection and balance to the administrative department every other week to check the electronic application form. Every time, before and after the restaurant on the upper floor of the office building, he used to get off the elevator and take the stairs instead.

If the group members shouted not "Senior Sister", but "Mo Yan", maybe they would be able to arouse his ideas.

After passing by without knowing it, Mo Yan continued to go to the restaurant with the group. After eating in the Yanbo Hall, there was still a quarter of an hour before the afternoon meeting, Mo Yan and the others were going to walk back along the stairs, but it happened that the elevator was half empty, and the lively group members pulled the only girl in the group and jumped into the elevator quickly.

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