Mo Yaochen reached out to grab the bag, and he looked closer. There was a trace of rust on the broken bag belt, which was obviously cut by a dagger.

Who cut it?

It’s impossible that it was her. Bei Wanxing is so saving. This bag has probably been used for several years. Although it is not ugly, it is already very old.

Mo Yaochen frowned, who else could it be? Could it be...

She encountered something that night? Grab the bag?!

...

"I'm waiting for you! I've been waiting for you! I've been waiting for you all night!"

...

Mo Yaochen shook his head in annoyed manner and tried to get rid of the sound, but it was not successful. He stared at the bag for a while, and his eyes fell on the slightly opened zipper again.

He reached out and took out the small white notebook inside.

It is a small notebook, with a sentence written in the blank space on the first page-

[Even if there are thousands of stars in the future, the moon will be brighter tonight.]

The font is beautiful, and it can be seen that it was written by a woman.

Mo Yaochen outlined the corner of his mouth, her name was taken from this sentence?

It's quite artistic, it's better than his...

Mo Yaochen looked back again. Most of the books were recorded inspiration and some plots, and the writing was very messy. It was probably only Bei Wanxing could understand it himself.

Turning to the page where the bookmark was clamped, I wrote it in a red pen:

[At 7 pm, French restaurant, you must set off at 6 pm, wear long skirts, and put on light makeup... Actually, I am a little looking forward to eating conchs. I wonder if it will be sweeter for French people to make conchs? I have been stuck recently, I really want to eat sweet (┬＿┬)]

A few expressions of Bei Wanxing were added to the back, which were both big and small, which was very cute.

The last date was the day when he asked her for dinner.

The four words "depart at 6 o'clock" were also circled several times to prevent forgetting...

Mo Yaochen frowned, not expecting that she would look forward to dinner that day. He locked her in the storage room for one night and broke the cakes she had in the morning. He thought she would definitely be angry.

And he saw her sleeping on the bed in Qiao Zihao's lounge, wearing Qiao Zihao's shirt and trousers...

So he couldn't help but get angry at her.

Mo Yaochen stared at the words on the notebook, pursed his lips and looked at the calendar beside him.

Where did she go in more than a week?

Did you go to find Qiao Zihao?!

Thinking of this possibility, Mo Yaochen's face suddenly sank. He took out his cell phone. It was already 2:30 in the morning. Will she answer the phone?

He thought about it and clicked on the text message to edit it. [At 9 o'clock tomorrow morning, I will give me the quarterly report for the past three months, and I need to go into details.]

Mo Yaochen entered the letter B in the sender column, and immediately displayed the "B-level supervisor" and "Bao Zaiyue" for selection.

Mo Yaochen lowered his eyes and looked at him, moved his finger to the "B-level supervisor", and then shook his self-controlled hand and clicked "Bao Zaoyue"...

The text message was sent out immediately.

Mo Yaochen sat down beside her bed, and wanted to continue to see what was written in the notebook, but suddenly he received a text message prompt-

Bei Wanxing:【?】

“…”

Mo Yaochen was a little surprised. She hasn't been asleep so late?!

He replied coldly: [I sent the wrong one.]

This post was sent successfully. Mo Yaochen thought about it and typed again. [You haven’t slept at such a late night, why would you go to someone else’s house again? You can sleep, but it’s better not to be photographed by others. I don’t want to be embarrassed.]

send.
Chapter completed!