I like you, my nature is hard to change

Chapter 8

"Okay." Mo Zishu put away her phone and successfully got her portfolio.

Yan Haikuan's face collapsed, and he agreed so quickly, "Shu Shu, go back later, I'll let my grandson add you, in case you can't find me sometimes, you can still find my grandson."

Yan Haikuan didn't bother to abide by it. If someone started it, he wouldn't die too badly.

"It doesn't matter. By the way, please help me and our homeroom teacher to take a week off during the first week of school. I have something to deal with." Mo Zishu didn't take these matters to heart, and said lazily while sitting on the chair.

"What's the matter, is it safe?" Yan Haikuan was a little nervous, the first sentence was not asking why, but concerned about Mo Zishu's safety.

Mo Zishu gave Yan Haikuan a cold look, with a faint warning mixed in her beautiful eyes, and said nothing.

Yan Haikuan also realized that the question was wrong, and immediately changed the direction: "What are you doing, you have to take a week's leave just after school starts, don't you take me seriously?"

Mo Zishu was speechless, whether she should be so self-conscious.

Fu Qingyuan didn't participate in their discussion, but Na Chuan and the director of the teaching department had the same expressions.

"Well, you don't need me here." Mo Zishu raised her chin and looked at her file on the table.

"Let's go, let's go, where are you going? I'll see you off." Yan Haikuan had already expected that she was an impatient master, so he simply didn't persuade her to save trouble.

"I'll make a call and ask." After saying that, Mo Zishu walked out, and when she walked around Fu Qingyuan, a fresh and light fragrance leisurely penetrated into her nostrils, and she felt a little familiar for no reason.

She didn't think much about it, and came in after talking on the phone for about a minute outside, "JS Technology Building, let's go."

When I came out, only the teacher in the teaching office was busy.
"Where are you going?" Yan Haikuan asked, he thought she was a friend of this girl.
Unexpectedly, Mo Zishu turned her head and casually said, "My brother."

The hair tied with a hairpin was not scattered in the gentle breeze, only the hair on the sideburns fluttered a little, and her thin cheeks could not hide her amazing face, especially the pair of eyes that no one cared about. Her eyes were indifferent and deep, and there was even a trace of sadness in the innermost part, as if no one could get into her heart.

Fu Qingyuan looked into those eyes, looked deeply, when those brief eyes converged, he saw, saw the sadness deeply buried by her in his heart, his heart was touched fiercely, and a sense of familiarity welled up in his heart.

Yan Haikuan didn't know about Mo Zishu's family situation. They also checked it at the time, and there was simple superficial information, but when they went deeper, it was either blank or encrypted, and they never checked it again.

"Let's go." Mo Zishu's calm voice came from a distance, a little ethereal.

Sitting in the car, Mo Zishu asked Yan Haikuan: "The grandson of old man Fu just now looks so iconic, how is your grandson?"

"Uh, my grandson must be pretty good, and he's even younger than the old man's grandson, why don't you add a WeChat account and make an appointment to play?" Yan Haikuan thought that Mo Zishu was interested in him, so he called out nervously, wishing he could Now take her home to meet someone else.

"WeChat can be added, just play, I still have work to do." Mo Zishu shook her head and refused.

"Are you going back?" Although Yan Haikuan was disappointed, he was more concerned about where Mo Zishu was going.

"Well, it's not the original place anyway." Mo Zishu took out a piece of chewing gum from her pocket and put it in her mouth. The fragrance of the chewing gum covered her entire mouth in a short while.

"Okay, do you want to tell those old men about your return?" Yan Haikuan saw that Mo Zishu didn't really want to talk and didn't ask much.

"It's up to you, just in case you come to me for anything." Mo Zishu raised her slender eyebrows, and a smirk appeared in her eyes.

"Brother, what do you think, you really went to ask for it." Na Chuan looked like he had seen a ghost all the way.

"Is there a problem?" Fu Qingyuan glanced at Na Chuan indifferently, his cold gaze seemed even colder and unfathomable in the dim space.

"Of course there is a problem. She is the only woman in your WeChat." Na Chuan didn't pay attention to Fu Qingyuan's gaze, and at the same time sent a message in a group called "FS" on WeChat.

"Brothers, elder brother added a female WeChat account." Na Chuan followed with a shocked expression.

"Damn, it's so explosive." Shen Nancheng
"How do you look, is it good-looking?" Yan Qi

"Brother, why did you add her?" Murong choked.
"Let me tell you, Yan Qi, your father will let you add her today, she is a hot commodity in the eyes of the old men." Na Chuan said again, and by the way, Aite Yan Qi.

"I don't dare to snatch a woman from my elder brother." Yan Qi sent a crying expression.

"Let's not talk about it, brother is looking at his phone." Na Chuan quietly glanced at Fu Qingyuan, put away his phone and looked out the window seriously.

Fu Qingyuan was indeed looking at his mobile phone, but he didn't pay attention to the group news, but went to Mo Zishu's WeChat. She had already sent a message "Mo Zishu"

What makes him interesting is that her WeChat name is "ZS" in capital letters, and her avatar is also "ZS" in black font on a white background

Looking at her circle of friends again, she only posted a few pictures and nothing else. He didn't look at those pictures, and quickly turned off his phone.

"Would you like to go up together?" Mo Zishu looked at the tall buildings in front of him, the sunlight was really dazzling, and the huge words "JS Technology Company" were shining golden, not like Mo Jun's style.

"No, I have to go back and watch my grandson add you on WeChat." Yan Haikuan waved his hand, said something to Mo Zishu and left.
"..." Mo Zishu was speechless.

Afterwards, Mo Zishu walked into "JS Technology Company".

"I'm looking for Mo Jun." Mo Zishu came to the front desk and said lightly.

"Miss, do you have an appointment?" one of the ladies at the front desk asked politely.

"Yes, I had a brief exchange with him this morning." Mo Zishu pushed a strand of hair behind her ear with a lazy expression.

The other lady at the front desk immediately looked at Mo Zishu with a wrong look, and said in a strange way: "Who dares to come here."

"Miss, are you sure?" The front desk lady continued to ask politely, looking at Mo Zishu with normal eyes.

"Oh, Murong Qin, what are you talking to her, come to our president, isn't it just some little lovers, just drive out." Another receptionist looked at Mo Zishu's too beautiful face, and her heart fell. Jealousy, her eyes looked like she was looking at a prostitute, and her eyes seemed to be dirty.

Mo Zishu looked at the front desk lady coldly, her eyes were calm and deep, as if she was in an abyss surrounded by endless darkness.