Ling Mo took his mobile phone and rushed out of his office like an arrow.

When several apprentices outside and Heng Jinghui saw him suddenly rushing out, they all looked at him in surprise, and the expressions on their faces were full of confusion.

"Ling Mo, I'm fine!" In the earpiece, Ning Yuanlan explained to him in a self-reproachful tone, "I was painting just now, my hand stopped for a moment, and there was a dirty place, I'm fine, it's okay." ”

Ling Mo, who was about to run towards the elevator, stopped.

Several apprentices outside looked at each other, all of them had good ear power, even if Ling Mo didn't turn on the speakerphone, they also heard Ning Yuanlan's voice with sharp ears, and several of them smiled, presumably the master and mother were talking some sweet words again.

"That's good." Ling Mo glanced at a few apprentices and turned back to his office, looking very relieved on his back.

"Ling Mo ......" Ning Yuanlan in the villa simply put down the brush, opened and clenched his five fingers, and finally said a little embarrassedly, "I love you too!" ”

Ling Mo smiled, sitting on the office chair, this heart-warming feeling, as if going back to his youth, "Do you miss me?" ”

"yes, I think." Ning Yuanlan nodded, feeling embarrassed again, and changed the topic, "I'm still busy, it's hard to clean the paint when it's dry, Ling Mo, we'll see you in the evening." ”

"See you in the evening." Ling Mo's voice sounded full of joy, which showed that both of them were in a good mood.

After hanging up the phone, Ning Yuanlan took off the bluetooth, looked at the small earphones, the corners of his mouth were raised happily, and his heart was filled with little sweetness.

After cleaning the failed brushes on the wall, Ning Yuanlan saw that there was still half an hour before he got off work, so he continued to adjust the paint and continue to paint, and after a few strokes, he heard the sound of a car engine outside, guessing that it should be an assistant coming.

"Yuanlan." A heard male voice came from the entrance, Ning Yuanlan frowned, this voice, still calling himself so affectionately, is it ......

Without waiting for Ning Yuanlan to speak, Zhou Jiayao had already come to her, white T-shirt, suspender pants, there was indeed a comfortable feeling of a young painter, but ......

"How could it be you?" Ning Yuanlan put the tools in his hand, got down from the ladder chair, took out his mobile phone from his bag, and connected to the Internet: enter the mailbox, click on the assistant information arranged by the company for him, and sure enough, it was Zhou Jiayao.

"I want to live in Jiangcheng for two years, and I have to find a job for these two years, right? I also want to try what you said earlier, painting on the wall. Zhou Jiayao hugged Xiong with both hands, and said it was reasonable and well-founded, and Ning Yuanlan was not allowed to question it at all.

"Mr. Zhou, I think I have explained it very clearly to you that night, I am not my cousin, my surname is Ning, and from the moment I spoke out, I used this surname."

"Haha......" Zhou Jiayao laughed, "Of course I know, I went back to Yuxian County last weekend, and after asking my former classmates, I found out that the Lin Yuanlan I knew was dead, but what does it matter?" It doesn't affect me to do uplifting work at all. ”

Ning Yuanlan frowned again, feeling that he might be thinking too much, so he smiled apologetically, "Okay, if it's just work, since the company hired you, I have no opinion." ”

"So what can I do?" Zhou Jiayao opened his hands and looked like he was going to do a big job.

"Just look at it." Ning Yuanlan climbed the ladder chair again, and did not plan to arrange Zhou Jiayao's work for the time being.