For dinner, Fu Mohan was not at Fu's house. After Lin Jinran had eaten alone, he plunged into the guest room and started working.

Late at night, Mrs. Zhang came to knock on the door. Lin Jinran reluctantly put down her pen, hammered her sore arm, and asked lightly, "Is he back?"

"No, if the young lady is worried, call the young master." Mrs. Zhang suggested.

"Don't beat him anymore, so as not to disturb him."

There is nothing to say between them.

Mrs. Zhang sighed, stopped talking, and went back to her room to rest.

Lin Jinran knew what Mrs. Zhang meant and pursed her lips.

They rarely have telephone or text messages. If nothing happens, Lin Jinran will try to trouble Fu Mohan as little as possible.

The reckless connection seems a bit strange.

Sitting on the bed holding a cell phone, Lin Jinran fiddled with her boredly, and became a little absent-minded.

"Zerolingling." The phone vibrated a few times, and Lin Jinran was shocked.

Is it spam again?

She clicked in confusion, and it was a text message without any signature, which said: Miss you, give me a while, and I will definitely come to you.

Lin Jinran lowered his eyes and stared at the three passages on the text message.

The number is still unfamiliar.

Since the last callback, it has not been anonymous text messages for a while, and she thought it was gone.

Lin Jinran almost thought no one would contact her. What I never expected was an anonymous text message again.

Who is it that she is playing tricks on her?

Lin Jinran frowned unhappily, and called back again, but still no one answered and hung up.

She simply sent a text message.

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In the quiet and dull room, the breathing light of the mobile phone lights up and the green lights flash.

After the breathing light went out, the slender fingers picked up the phone and clicked it on. Mu Shaochen's gentle eyes looked at the text message content on the phone, and the corners of his lips were pursed into a bitter trace.

There is only one short sentence above: Don’t send me a text message. You sent the wrong message and the number has been blocked.

The fingers with distinct bones rubbed the cold font on it.

After a while, Mu Shaochen reluctantly put down his cell phone and turned it backwards.

The interior has returned to tranquility and light.

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In the next week, Lin Jinran stayed in the most common place every day except sleeping, which was the guest room she built temporarily.

Except for sleeping, eating and leaving, they basically spent everything in the guest room, making it for Fu Mohan’s discretion to work overtime.

Just like her busyness, Fu Mohan also went out early and returned late during this period.

There was little time for the two people to meet. She fell asleep, he came back, she woke up, and he left.

Mrs. Zhang was talking more and more in her ears. After tossing and turning, Fu Mohan had bad stomach and didn't eat well.

Lin Jinran's ears were almost grinding out of calluses.

She knew what Mrs. Zhang meant, but she was really busy and didn't want to waste her time any more.

Mrs. Zhang couldn't tell her, and sighed, and went downstairs to see the stewed soup.

Lin Jinran saw her leave and bit her lower lip lightly.

I got up and went to Fu Mohan's study room, opened the study door, and happened to see Tiantian wiping things.

When Tiantian saw her, she behavedly shouted, "Mrs. Young Madam."

Lin Jinran nodded and walked towards the bookshelf beside her. She remembered that there was a book that might be useful.

His eyes skipped over the bookshelf, and his sweet voice rang behind him, "Do you need my help?"

"No, you go and do your own." Lin Jinran politely declined Tiantian's words.

Before leaving, Tiantian looked at Lin Jinran uneasyly. Seeing that she was still looking at the bookshelf, she didn't care what she was doing, probably because she didn't see it.
Chapter completed!