Jingting and Li Mi packed the food for him and brought it to him, and these were Zhang Linmo’s favorite food.
In the brightly lit restaurant, Zhang Linmo looked at the rich food on the table. He was particularly puzzled and looked at them in disbelief.
"How do you know I like to eat these?"
Li Mi smiled and replied, "Sit down and eat quickly, mother-in-law's mother's, we came here in a racing car. It's not like this when it's cold!"
Zhang Linmo turned his puzzled eyes on Jingting, originally wanted an answer.
Jingting had a gentle look. He put his hands in his pockets, looking at him lovingly like an elder, without answering.
These small details made Zhang Linmo, who had been missing since childhood, inexplicably moved. He sat down in the dining chair and picked up chopsticks.
Jingting had done a lot of things for him before, cleaned up the mess for him, and helped him deal with school disputes.
But he had never been moved, and even felt that Jingting was annoyed, hated his arrogant look, and sometimes he deliberately caused him trouble.
After escaping from death this time, Zhang Linmo seemed to have matured overnight and had a great change in his mind.
That night, Jingting and Limi lived here.
Although his wound does not hurt, he still needs to rest and does not plan to go to the company for the time being.
Leng Yimo's matter came to an end.
The next morning.
The tall buildings of Jingshi Group shine brightly in the sun. This is the most representative landmark building in Jiangcheng, carrying the dreams of countless young people.
In the simple and gorgeous president's office, Mo Fan came out with a computer and met Su Lingling who was coming to deliver documents at the door.
"Good morning for Mott." Su Lingling, wearing a small skirt, stopped and saluted respectfully.
"Good morning." Mo Fan glanced at her and said in a gentle voice, "I'm going to have a meeting. Just put the documents on the table. Are there any urgent items?"
"There is no hurry, you can do it first." Su Lingling gave in to him with a smile on her face.
After Mo Fan stepped away, Su Lingling walked into the president's office.
Her heart that was bumping into deer finally calmed down, but her heart was still as sweet as honey.
The president's office faces windows, with excellent lighting and low luxury everywhere, which is enough to prove that the owner's taste is excellent.
She put the file lightly on Mo Fan's desktop, and a thought suddenly popped up in her mind and did not leave immediately.
He went to a meeting and couldn't come back for a while.
Turning his eyes and looking at the door, the girl daring to sit down at his desk and gently opened one of the drawers.
A few comics drawn from the pens came into view, without coloring, they were drawn casually and naturally, and they looked like they had last time.
She thought this was Mo Fan's work, so she carefully took out the comics and tilted the corners of her lips to appreciate them carefully.
Cartoon little people are vivid.
When she appreciated the end, the signature with a little artistic atmosphere made her frown.
She turned the page and looked around at the name, "Jiami?"
It seems that these two words are too artistic and a bit sloppy, but they can be distinguished.
The three comic papers became heavy in her hands, and each of them was signed by Jiamei, like a thousand kilograms of stones pressed on her chest.
She took photos of the art signatures with her cell phone, then put them back in place, gently closed the drawer, and got up and left.
Who is Jiamei?
Is it Mott's fiancée?
Even her comics are kept, then the relationship must be very good, right? He must love her very much? He misses her very much?