Mo Qingfeng is not a fool, he naturally will not easily choose to believe that a little girl will casually put such a very important letterhead, casually with a leaflet, and stuff it to a passer-by who has never known him.

As soon as the question fell, the light in Fang Ziyin's beautiful eyes flashed. She made a look of contemplative memory, and finally chose to shake her head blankly. However, just when Mo Qingfeng was still in a hurry to ask something, Fang Ziyin took the initiative to take the initiative to explain this time.

"But I still vaguely remember what that girl looked like."

"Well, you say."

For many reasons, Mo Qingfeng was naturally a frequent visitor passing by the gate of the business school, so when he saw that Fang Ziyin was able to tell some clues, he also showed curiosity. Because the source of the letter is perhaps more important than the content of the letter itself.

"I think the little girl must have been about eighteen or nineteen, huh...... He has two double ponytails with hanging shoulders, a middle-parted hairstyle, a goose egg face, a very white complexion, and long hair, wearing a light blue T-shirt and a denim suspender, and then laughing quite sunny. ”

Holding her pointed chin lightly with her bare hand, Fang Ziyin said in a light tone, but in her mind, what was depicted at the moment was completely Xia Xiaolan's appearance and outline!

"Whew—if it weren't for the different hairstyles, I'd have thought you'd be describing sunny rain."

Mo Qingfeng was stunned for a moment after listening to the narration, and then seemed to think about something, and actually grinned rarely, and then replied to Fang Ziyin.

Seeing Mo Qingfeng, who had been sitting on the opposite side with a solemn appearance, he suddenly burst out laughing, Fang Ziyin also didn't react for a while, and then he was stunned for a while, and then smiled back with an embarrassed smile.

"When you say that, they look like...... It's kind of like that. ”

It's not that Fang Ziyin is responding with a clear conscience, just to cater to Mo Qingfeng's joke, but after making a simple comparison of the faces of the two in her mind, she found that the looks of the two women do seem to be seven points alike!

"Really, I'm just kidding, why don't you go along with it."

However, despite thinking so, it was obvious that Mo Qingfeng did not pay attention to this, so even Fang Ziyin had to move his attention away. Her curiosity also disappeared in a flash, and she didn't think much about it.

"I just don't know how many other people have read this letter...... Ziyin, you should have read the contents before giving it to me, right? ”

Mo Qingfeng's gaze met with Fang Ziyin's beautiful eyes, and he saw that the latter's palm was a little weak. Although she hadn't read the contents, she seemed to have slipped through the cracks when she recalled the words she had just justified.

Helpless, Fang Ziyin had to make a bitter and reluctant face, and continued to round this lie, so she nodded slowly, then her face flushed, and she lowered her head and drank the black tea in the cup.

Xu had already guessed this result, and Mo Qingfeng did not show any huge reaction. The corners of his lips curled slightly, and he smiled indifferently, and also lowered his head to look away from the girl's face, and began to read it carefully, and the letter in his hand was already the content of several people.

In the coastal open space in the southern region of Puhara District, Santa Fe City, in an old studio on the third floor of the personnel building of the raw material processing department of Fez Enterprise.

The glass by the window had a faint mark, and the pink curtain swayed slightly as the open breeze blew in. On the windowsill are potted cacti that have not yet bloomed, but they are all growing strong.

About three feet away from the window is an old, earthy desk with many furnishings, a full bench of paper and pencil and book shelves, including a white lamp and a plastic pen basket on the side of the shelf, all of which are embellished with the elegant taste of the desk owner.

And when Chang Qing stepped into this studio, he was a little surprised by the scene in front of him; On the contrary, unlike him, Niu Fang saw the mess in the room in his sight, but there was a faint anger rising in his heart.

Nalan Yunxiao, what did that stinky boy do inside, he actually made the desk and the sofa next to him, as well as the floor full of documents, manuscripts and books. Not only that, but even the chairs that had been neatly arranged in front of the writing desk somehow ran under the bookcase.

"Ji Yunxiao, what the hell is he doing! Actually—"

"He's probably looking for something, right?"

Chang Qing's sudden smile opened his mouth, which made the anger on Niu Fang's original face start to be a little caught off guard and cry and laugh.

Immediately, she glanced at the corner of the bookcase, which had sketched almost a third of the template, and then she was slightly relieved, and there was a surprise in her eyes that could not be hidden.

This subtle change was naturally not noticed by Evergreen. His gaze simply glanced around the room, and then he turned back to Niu Fang and took the initiative to inquire: "In this study where Wan Yu once worked, did there be any other employees after her and before Yun Xiao?" ”

"Nope. In all these years, I haven't even let anyone else into this studio. All the things that Wanyu left behind in it are restored and preserved. ”

"No wonder ......"

Sighing softly in his heart, Chang Qing didn't say anything more, at first he was also curious, why Nalan Yunxiao actually saw the notebook left by He Wanyu when she was working many years ago. But now it is not uncommon for Niu Fang to be preserved so well.

"It's such a mess here, I think it's better to wait for me first-"

"No need, I'll clean it up, I know Wanyu's things, and I don't know much about how she usually likes to organize things. So let me do it. Sister Fang, you go and get busy with yours, I'll stay here alone for a while and leave. ”

Just as Niu Fang was about to take a step and walk towards the room, and the words on her lips were still only halfway through, Chang Qing had already taken the lead past her, stepped into the old studio, and raised her hand at the same time, as if she intended to stop Niu Fang to stop her.

"You want to be alone, here for a while?"

Niu Fang's somewhat rough brows furrowed slightly, and a faint curiosity and surprise flashed on her round face, and then she seemed to confirm the question.

Seeing Chang Qing nodding solemnly, she did not compromise and agree, but her eyes narrowed slightly, her eyes looked Chang Qing up and down, and finally her eyes fell on Chang Qing's delicate familiar face.

"Eh, evergreen, I don't think you should be, trying to find something here and trying to take it away, right?"

As soon as these slightly sharp, soft and rigid words fell, Chang Qing's indifferent eyes began to fluctuate a little. However, he didn't show any expression, just hesitated a little, and then replied with the same joke: "Then Sister Fang thinks that there is something here that is worth taking away that I want to take?" ”

"You guy, even after all these years, your speech still sounds so harsh......"

The corners of her lips curved slightly, and Niu Fang only smiled indifferently with relief, and she didn't seem to be touched by Chang Qing's deliberate-for-tat words. Thinking that she was also very aware of the latter's temperament, after seeing that he was not willing to say more, she didn't bother to talk to him about it.

"Okay, you can stay here alone, I really don't have much time to entertain you, it's still my time to work after all. Wait for the evening, Mr. Changda, are you free tonight? ”

Chang Qing hesitated slightly when he heard this: "Yes, what?" ”

"Why don't you invite me to eat outside, you see that you have become a teacher at a key university, and your salary must be expensive, right?"

Niu Fang finished speaking in a quiet tone, and then leaned lazily on the edge of the door of the room, looking at her appearance, where did she mean to discuss with Chang Qing, it was completely a strong threat of "If you don't agree, my sister won't let you stay here alone".

exhaled a long breath of turbidity, and the corners of Changqing's eyes jumped slightly at Niu Fang, looking a little helpless in his heart.

It's not because he is really stingy with that little money, but every time Niu Fang discusses things with him, he will always look like he can't be rejected. Not to mention that she has known her for many years, I'm afraid that it is difficult for any stranger to accept this.

"No problem, see you that evening, bye."

All kinds of speechless thoughts in his heart, Chang Qing naturally didn't say it clearly. After quickly coming to an old gray couch and sitting down, he turned and began to stare at Niu Fang from a distance, apparently signaling that she could leave now.

The tip of his nose let out a light snort, Niu Fang shook his rather blessed body, glanced at Chang Qing from the corner of his eye, and finally smiled helplessly, nodded imperceptibly, and turned around and walked quickly along the corridor.

Chang Qing was so straightforward by Niu Fang's simplicity that he felt a little embarrassed and sorry. However, when he turned around and re-examined the old studio that should have been cleaned up and tidyed up by Niu Fang, but now it had become messy, his eyes were filled with the same resentment as Niu Fang.

"Nalan Yunxiao, this kid, dared to make such a mess of the room where Wanyu used to work, it's really unbeatable......"

With three points of banter and seven points of crying and laughing, the murmur came from the corners of Changqing's wriggling lips, and finally gently drifted away. He also stood up, walked slowly to the window, and finally turned back to look at the desk in front of the window.

In the line of sight, his thoughts sank into a long memory, and in front of Changqing's eyes, it seemed to begin to faintly become blurred, and in the mist, a familiar slender figure actually appeared in front of the table, straightening his willow waist, burying his head in writing something seriously.