June is usually the rainy season in the city, and the rainy season is usually cloudy and rainy.

Where there is a rule, there will be exceptions. This year, the rainy season came late and the typhoon came early.

Although it was a small-scale typhoon and did not make direct landfall in Shanghai, it caused a scene of wind and rain.

For half an hour, the trees of the Demon Capital struggled in the wind, and the rain poured down from the sky. If you have never seen a typhoon, you will inevitably shiver when you stand indoors through the glass.

Wang Chengyou drove on the road.

The rain scrapers were constantly scraping the rainwater from the front glass windows, and the view was still very limited. Without him, the demon capital would have been able to smoke from the heavy rain.

What's more, Wang Chengyou's eyes were also foggy because of his special anger.

Fortunately, there are not many drivers like him on the road. More than 20 minutes later, he also arrived safely at the hotel where Mo Yan was staying.

There was water dripping all over his body, and he didn't even know if Mo Yan was in the hotel, Wang Chengyou didn't realize his state at all, he only had one belief, that is, to find Mo Yan and stop Mo Yan.

Walking through the hotel's revolving door and walking through the hotel lobby without fear, the rain drips on the thick carpet and is instantly absorbed. The hotel lobby manager was stunned for the first time, watching the wet Wang Chengyou enter the elevator.

At the same time, Mo Yan was in the office of the large page indoor space, watching the storm outside the window through the glass window.

"From the perspective of my office, I can just see the trees in the green space in the middle of the street dancing like demons, swaying exaggeratedly, Mr. Fan, do you want to enjoy the post-apocalyptic blockbuster?"

If you want to talk about telepathy, sometimes it's really ironic, if Mo Yan knew that Wang Chengyou was driving in such a storm, he would definitely not be able to say this!

Mr. Fan put his hand in the hair in front of his forehead and pulled his hair back to his head: "As a native of Zhejiang, I have seen a lot of this kind of typhoon. Do you know? We are most jealous of Shanghai, so many years of typhoon has not once landed in Shanghai! ”

I pinched the bridge of my nose and relaxed my tense nerves. The two of them had just checked the company's project manpower arrangements for next month in Mo Yan's office.

Mr. Fan hates these administrative affairs, but his position is already so high, and Mo Yan is a novice who is like a fake, so he has to participate in it for the sake of the generous salary given by the writer.

Just as she was about to leave Mo Yan's office, she suddenly glanced back at Mo Yan: "You haven't done a strategy yet?" ”

"What's the strategy?"

Seeing Mo Yan's dazed face, and thinking that there was a little strangeness between Wenhao and Mo Yan, Mr. Fan closed his mouth in time: "It's nothing." Forgive me for a momentary short-circuiting brain. ”

Mo Yan smiled and didn't take it to heart.

She was still sitting on the bay window to enjoy the post-apocalyptic scene from God's perspective, and her phone rang. It's an exclusive ringtone, and she doesn't need to look at her phone to know that the caller is "Ah! Thank you".

"Where are you?"

Wang Chengyou's voice came, and the panic that could not be concealed made her easily think of the betting call before she went to Shanxi on May Day.

"I'm in the company."

Mo Yan's voice came steadily. Wang Chengyou held his mobile phone and listened greedily to the stability and sweetness in Mo Yan's voice.

The nerves that had been tense all the way relaxed in Mo Yan's voice, and Wang Chengyou leaned against the door of Mo Yan's long room, and slowly slid down, becoming a squatting shape.

"What's wrong with you?" Mo Yan asked eagerly.