"My key has dropped. My parents are abroad and have no time to answer my phone call." She didn't know why she wanted to say this, would she be sympathetic?
Oh, anyway, he is the only one who can take him in now.
"So, before your parents return to China, you have to live here?" Mo Fan asked.
She thought for a while and looked up at him, "Or what if? If you don't bring your ID card, you can't stay in a hotel, so you can only feel wronged first?"
Worried? Mo Fan raised his eyebrows, and didn't even see who was sleeping on the sofa at night.
The two of them looked at each other and she was in a much better condition.
Mo Fan didn't want to say more, "Then you go to bed early, I'll go to the study, there's a video conference tonight."
She nodded.
Looking at the left back, she was tall and tall, giving people a warm and down-to-earth feeling. Although the men and women lived in the same room, Han Jiamei was not worried about what he would do to her at all.
In Han Jiamei's eyes, Mo Fan's character is excellent.
She got up and returned to the bedroom.
After Mo Fan held a video conference, he went out and went to the supermarket downstairs.
He came to the vegetable area. Generally speaking, people who don’t eat onions prefer to eat coriander, so she bought coriander.
There are no noodles at home, so she will have to eat it tomorrow morning, so she picked two packs of noodles.
Mo Fan treats Han Jiamei as a child. She is not young and has a good personality.
My parents are not at home, and as my friends of General Manager Jing, it is also appropriate to take care of her.
The supermarket closed late and there were a complete range of varieties.
Su Lingling is also strolling in the supermarket now. She is preparing to buy some fruits and go back. The scene she saw at Mo Fan’s house just now flashed through her mind.
The decoration is very high-end, so he should not be short of money and is particularly tasteful.
But who is the girl in the room? She is very young when she hears the sound.
An inexplicable jealousy surged into my heart.
She walked forward, her eyes falling on the rows of goods next to her.
Mo Fan came towards him, holding his cell phone in his left hand and responding to the message with coriander and noodles in his right hand.
As they walked, the two of them collided with each other.
Mo Fan could instinctively reach out to help her, and his phone dropped to the ground. He didn't care at all, "Are you okay?"
Only after stabilizing Su Lingling did she see clearly that it was her.
"Sorry, Assistant Mot." Su Lingling quickly bent down and picked up his cell phone and returned it.
Mo Fan's lips raised lightly, "It was me who bumped into you, I should say sorry."
"..." She pursed her lips, feeling embarrassed.
When he lowered his eyes, he saw the noodles and coriander in his hand. Didn’t he have dinner at the company?
how?
Do you want to cook noodles for that girl so late?
How much should he spoil her?
Mo Fan looked at her, then walked away.
That night, Su Lingling completely suffered from insomnia.
She returned to the rental house in a daze and kept digesting this matter.
There is a woman living in Mo Fan's family... So no matter how hard Su Lingling works, it is destined to be impossible with Mo Fan.
Is that his fiancée?
Thinking of what Sister Meng Xi said, she felt that life was really full of regrets.
Because the book says that a person's heart is always moved by one in his life. If he doesn't grasp this time, he will be satisfied with the person he meets in the future.
That night, Mo Fan lay on the sofa in front of the bedroom window.
He casually put on a piece of clothing and entered a shallow sleep to take care of her.
Two hours later, he got up and reached out to touch her forehead, and the heat sensation obviously subsided.
The next morning, it was just dawn.
Black Volvo opens toward a cemetery in the suburbs of Jiangcheng.
After the car stopped, Zhang Linmo got out of the car with a bouquet of chrysanthemums. He wore sunglasses and black casual outfit, with a serious expression.
Walking alone on the path in the garden, surrounded by lush Huashan pine and camphor trees. There is still the fog that has not yet dissipated in the morning, and the air is sweet.
Birds are singing and insects are chirping in my ears. This path is so familiar that he has to come here many times a month.
Stop in front of my mother's tombstone, and the words "Lin Ling" on it are still clear.
He bent down and put down the flowers in his hand, staring at the young photo on the tombstone with deep eyes, his mother's smile still.