She immediately looked at Lin Qifan with a look of surprise.

"What's wrong?" Lin Qifan smiled faintly, raised his hand and gently stroked her nose: "Look at you sleeping with disheveled faces. Did you dream of fighting with someone when you were sleeping last night?"

Mo Jiujiu took a look at the place where there was no bell over there, then smiled and shook his head, feeling infinite satisfaction, but he didn't say much. After thinking about it, he directly turned the topic to the matter about how he could sleep here.

"When did you sleep next to me?"

"I woke up at around 3 a.m. and came to see you sleep soundly, so I lay down here." Lin Qifan smiled and put her messy hair together: "I'm curious about who you were fighting with when you were dreaming? Grabbing your hair like this?"

Mo Jiujiu pursed his lips, turned his eyes, got up and went down, opened the curtains, took a deep breath towards the sunlight outside the window: "It's so comfortable to live here~"

Then she lowered her head and smiled secretly.

Last night, she finally fell asleep because she had been staring at the bell. As a result, she fought Gu Yufei for 300 rounds in her dream. The two of them grabbed each other's faces and their hair fell all over the ground. As a result, when they woke up, they found that Lin Qifan, the person they were fighting for in the dream, was lying beside her.

I don't know when he took the bell.

She looked at Lin Qifan in a blink of an eye, and saw that he was leaning against his head lazy, picked up the book next to him and looked at it for a few seconds, then put it back, and did not rush to get up.

"Is this how you usually do when you are at home?" Mo Jiujiu looked at him: "I will be lazy occasionally, Lai*?"

Lin Qifan glanced at her and said in a calm voice: "This arm was pressed by you for several hours, and it is still numb. I lie down and wait for this arm to recover."

Mo Jiujiu suddenly twitched, and he walked to the side and reached out to grab his arm and shook it: "Is it that exaggerated?" He said this, but he still shook it hard: "Is it better now? Is it still numb? Are you feeling it?"

"No, no sense." Lin Qifan looked at her.

Mo Jiujiu hesitated for a moment, shook it hard again, shook it several times, and then knocked it up and down with his hands: "What about now?"

Lin Qifan shook his head.

"Really? Is my head that heavy?" Mo Jiujiu shook his arm with a suspicious look on his face and said, "It's not going to be crushed by me, right? Do you want to go to the hospital for a look?"

"It shouldn't be that exaggerated." Lin Qifan made a gesture of trying to pull his arm back, but suddenly frowned: "But I really don't have any sense."

Mo Jiujiu originally thought he was teasing himself and was still performing with him, but seeing his serious expression and slightly frowning brows, he quickly shook it hard: "You really don't realize it? What should I do? Let's go and go to the hospital for a look!"

As she said that, she hurriedly put down his hand and turned to change clothes. However, as soon as she turned around, her waist was suddenly wrapped around his arm. She understood instantly, lowered her head and looked at the arm that was holding her. The next moment, the person was pressed on her. Lin Qifan pressed her under her body and was about to kiss her, but Mo Jiujiu raised his hand to block the two of them.

He paused, raised his head slightly, and looked at her.

"What's wrong?"

Mo Jiujiu stared at his eyes for a while before saying, "Lin Qifan, thank you."

He smiled faintly and pulled her hand down: "Silly girl, what are you saying? What are you thanking?"

Mo Jiujiu had thousands of words but didn't know what to say. He just stretched out his arms and hugged his neck tightly, buried his face deeply between his neck, breathing the clean smell of his body hard, and said satisfied and coquettishly: "Just understand, you don't need to say more."

As she said that, she turned her head and kissed him hard on his chin. Lin Qifan lowered his head and bit her ear: "Don't play with it early in the morning. She is both coquettish and cute. Now she's just swearing again."

Mo Jiujiu ignored him and kissed him several times in the face. Then, looking at Lin Qifan's slightly dark gaze, he pushed him away with a smile, jumped and ran to the bathroom: "I'll take a shower and change clothes and go downstairs. I promised Aunt Lin to have dinner with her and her uncle this morning!"

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A few days later, Lin Qifan's vacation was actually not a few days. Such a vacation was too rare, so it felt like it passed in the blink of an eye.

On the day Mo Jiujiu returned to work, several colleagues in the office asked her: "Jiujiu, why did you take several days off in a row? Is it sick or something urgent at home?"

I don’t know what reason Lin Qifan used to ask the company’s people to arrange her vacation, so she couldn’t answer randomly, so she vaguely said something private.

Although Lin Qifan has been on vacation in recent days, the company has been calling, and most of them seem to be about the contract of Aier Company. I don’t know how far it has been progressing. After returning to the company, Mo Jiujiu had lunch and went to some relevant departments to chat and inquire about the situation, but he didn’t hear any specific news.

This matter seems to be only known to some senior executives who are close to Lin Qifan.

Cao Yi's phone number has not been reached these days, and she really wants to cut off this matter earlier, but since Cao Yi asked the middle-aged man to stay and explain these words to her, it means that his phone should be turned on for several days for her, but she can't contact her these days. Why is this?

Before getting off work, I heard that Lin Qifan was having a meeting, so she didn't want to disturb him, so she got off work and returned to the apartment by herself.

When I returned to the apartment, I looked at the next room hesitantly and rang the doorbell. After a while, the middle-aged man walked out again last time. When he saw her, he nodded respectfully to her: "Miss Mo."

"I can't contact Cao Yi, can you contact him?"

The middle-aged old man shook his head: "I have not received a call from Mr. Cao in recent days. Mr. Cao just told me to live here to pay attention to your safety. Miss Mo. He has not contacted me, so I don't know."

"Pay attention to my safety?" Mo Jiujiu sneered: "Is it monitoring my every move?"

After that, she went back to Lin Qifan's apartment. She was about to pack up and wanted to study some delicious food. Then she prepared the meal and waited for Lin Qifan to come back to eat after the meeting. Her phone suddenly rang, wiped her hands and ran out to answer the phone: "Hey?"

After a pause over there, a strange man's voice came: "Hello, Miss, who are you?"

Mo Jiujiu was stunned and glanced at the strange number on the mobile phone screen, feeling a little strange: "You don't know who I am, why did you call me?"

"Oh, that's right, Miss, I have a copy of your courier here, but the address and name on the courier were fuzzy and it was a little blurred and I couldn't see clearly, so I called you to contact me. I'm really sorry..."

"That's right." Mo Jiujiu didn't remember anything he had bought or had a courier to collect. He didn't take out his name and specific address, but just said with a smile: "Then you just need to deliver the courier to the supermarket downstairs of xx Apartment, No. xx Street. I'll find time to pick it up. Please trouble you."

After saying that, he hung up the phone directly, and then looked through the number, and always felt that it was not like a courier.

On the other end, after the phone was hung up, a man in an affordable suit looked back respectfully at Danya behind him: "Miss Danya, I have called the phone, but I didn't ask for the specific name and address, do I need me..."

"No need." Danya's face was extremely cold. Just now, she found a small employee in the office at her father's company to help her, and dialed the number that she called Cao Yi before, and asked him to press the hands-free button. She originally wanted to ask the other party's name to check who the other party was.

But even if the other party did not report his name, she had already heard it.

Maybe she may not remember other people's voices, but she remembers Mo Jiujiu's voices.

"Okay, Miss Danya, your phone number..." The man in a affordable suit respectfully returned her spare phone.

Danya's raised hand trembled a little, but she still held the phone steadily in her hand, tightly, almost fierce.

Cao Yi was not going back to his hometown in China to attend the funeral, nor did he go back to the United States to meet any friends. He was back to Boston and looked for Mo Jiujiu. He has been missing for so long, but he actually went to find Mo Jiujiu!

Danya took a deep breath, her fiery red nails embedded in her palms, and her eyes looked at the empty corridor ahead with a deep look.

After so long, he and Mo Jiujiu were together again? What happened between them? With the caste style of Mo Jiujiu, it is absolutely impossible to get together with Cao Yi again. Why would she still call Cao Yi on his own initiative? Could it be that Cao Yi said or done something to her?

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