Chen Yi looked at the plots she wrote, as if she saw her heart... Between the lines, she was full of understanding and admiration for the profession of doctor.
In her writing, the doctor is an angel.
Chen Yi also searched for her interview online. Jing Yao smiled like a flower and her eyes were bright. She told reporters that her biggest dream was to make her work into a TV series.
Chen Yi found that she had never thought of relying on Mo Fan's relationship. In fact, Jing's family has many screenwriter teams and film and television companies.
It is very easy to make her work film and television.
But she wanted to rely on herself.
Mo Jingyao and her past lingered in her mind... It couldn't dissipate for a long time until she fell asleep, and she appeared in his dream again.
Chen Yi learned for the first time that loving someone turned out to be like this. He was not related by blood, but it seemed to be integrated.
In the evening.
Mo Fan set out from the company and drove home in the white Maybach.
He held the steering wheel with one hand, rested his other hand on the open car window, clenched his fists and gently pressed his eyebrows against his chin, and he was thinking.
How can Jingyao talk to her parents about things so that they can accept them?
It's definitely not to hide it...
The Mo family, in such a huge villa, the kitchen is very busy.
The servants brought exquisite and delicious dishes to the restaurant and prepared red wine.
In the living room, Mo Changqing looked into the yard, "Why haven't Mo Fan come back yet? Wouldn't you have to work overtime again?"
"I called and he said he wouldn't work overtime today." Yajie got up from the sofa, "It should be on the way back, right?"
"Where did Jingyao go? Why can't the phone be connected?" Mo Changqing frowned and sighed, "I had a dream last night. I dreamed that she accidentally fell into the water. I thought I could call to remind me today. She said."
"I can't get through either." Yajie thought without thinking, "She has so many friends in the Writers Association, and she doesn't go out alone every time. It shouldn't be a problem. Maybe the phone is out of battery, right?"
"Will your phone run out of power in broad daylight? This is not normal. Not going out alone is the same thing, but should we call before going out? So that we can know where she went."
Mo Changqing was worried about Mo Jingyao like an old father, because the dream last night always made him have a vague premonition.
While the couple was talking, White Maybach stopped in the yard.
They watched Mo Fan get out of the car and walk towards the living room, and a happy smile appeared on Yajie's face.
Han Jiamei, who had a bulging belly, held the railing and got down from the upper floor, and Mo Fan just entered the door.
"Dad, mom, wife." He greeted him, his tone still relaxed.
Han Jiamei walked over after going downstairs, happily put his arms around him, and leaned happily towards his shoulder, "You finally got off the morning shift. How long has it been since you had dinner together? Today is worthy of praise, and you didn't break your promise. .”
Mo Fan hugged her shoulder and smiled.
Mo Changqing asked, "Where is Jingyao? Can you contact her? The phone number has not been reached and I don't know where I went."
Mo Fan looked at his parents and said calmly, "Let's have dinner first, I smell the fragrance of the dishes and I'm hungry."
"Okay, have a meal first." Yajie didn't think deeper, "I knew that the girl Jingyao must have gone on a long journey. She only dared to tell you this brother and didn't dare to tell us."
"Mother."
Han Jiamei followed Mo Fan to the restaurant and said with a smile, "Actually, for Jing Yao's profession, going out for more walks is helpful. It can increase inspiration, and the words written will not be so pale and powerless."