Fast time travel: Veteran Green Tea is showing off his acting skills again

Chapter 189 The White Moonlight of Those Years 29
Although Lin Yimo was not very happy when he heard that he was going to cook, he thought that this day would pass soon, and when Mo Cheng paid his annual salary at the end of the year, life would be better.

"Okay." She opened her arms, hugged Mo Cheng who was just sitting on the sofa, and coaxed softly: "Thank you, are you tired from work today? Let me give you a shoulder squeeze."

While massaging Mo Cheng's shoulders, she raised her head and thought, "I went to ask about the wedding venue today, and it's not cheap, so I plan to wait for your annual salary to be paid before we hold the wedding. Then I looked for The price of diamond rings on the Internet is also reasonable. I want to buy a small carat, which can also save money. Oh yes, today my mother said that she didn’t have enough money when she went on a trip, and I only have 5 yuan in my hand , I called her [-] yuan, and the remaining [-] yuan will be reserved for our daily expenses. Don't worry, life will gradually get better. "

Mo Cheng turned around and gently hugged Lin Yimo in his arms, smelling her reassuring smell.

She didn't know how heart-warming these words were to him at the moment.

He is even more sure that the decision to divorce this time is correct.

"Thank you for letting you and I suffer." He lightly stroked Lin Yimo's back twice, "When everything gets better by the end of the year, we will buy a house first and pay the monthly payment slowly. .”

Lin Yimo nodded to Mo Cheng with a bright smile, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Early the next morning.

When Xia Ling got up to wash up, Lin Jiashu, who hadn't contacted for a while, suddenly sent a message.

While brushing her teeth, she looked at the content on her phone.

Lin Jiashu: [Sister, will you pick up Weiwei today?It just so happens that I have a gift I want to give you! 】

Before waiting for a reply, the aunt at home suddenly knocked on the door, "I'm sorry, ma'am. I may have to resign today because my son is sick and I have to go back to take care of him. I can send Weiwei to school, but I can't pick up at night .”

When Xia Ling heard it, she felt a little melancholy.

If you have to work, you can't take care of your children.

This job was the only legitimate reason for her to contact Mo Cheng after she and Mo Cheng divorced.

"That's the only way to go. I'll transfer the salary to you later. I've worked hard for you to take care of it." Xia Ling said to her aunt with some regret.

"Okay, then I'll send Weiwei to school first."

After the aunt left, Xia Ling sent a message to Lin Jiashu, telling him to invite him to dinner tonight, and asked him to bring Xia Ling to her company together.

As soon as he put down his phone, Mo Cheng's message suddenly popped up.

Mo Cheng: [The plan has been changed, when it is convenient, I will find you. 】

Xia Ling pondered for a while, then replied: As soon as possible.

As soon as she put down her phone, the pregnancy reaction came again. Xia Ling threw up holding the toilet for a long time, but when she looked up, she realized that she was almost late.

When she hurried to the company, Mo Cheng had already been waiting for her in the company lobby for more than 20 minutes.

As soon as he saw her coming, he said mockingly, "You said as soon as possible, two hours later?"

But when Xia Ling got closer, he realized that Xia Ling's face was bloodless and sickly today.

He didn't even think about it, and asked directly concerned: "Are you sick?"

"Thank you for your concern." Xia Ling walked around him and went up the stairs, looking at Mo Cheng who was standing there dissatisfied with his answer, "Why don't you come up? Isn't Mr. Mo very anxious?"

With a sullen face, Mo Cheng followed Xia Ling's footsteps.

While walking, he wanted to give himself a mouth. A person like her is not worthy of caring about her.

The two people entered the small conference room. The room was not big and could only accommodate two people.

The two sat facing each other, both of them had long legs, and their knees would inevitably bump into each other unintentionally.

Before getting down to business, Mo Cheng knocked on Xia Ling's knee several times, and she raised her eyes to look at him, "Put your legs back, are you a hooligan?"

He was not angry, "I won't play tricks on you even if I play hooligans."

With that said, he took out the computer and clicked on the plan page.

"What you said yesterday, everyone has stayed up late and worked overtime to correct it. Let's see if there is any dissatisfaction."

Xia Ling turned the computer to herself, stared at the plan on the screen seriously, her expression was fine at first, but gradually her brows frowned again.

"It's still not right." She put the computer between the two of them and leaned slightly, "Although the advertisement on your official account is a new media type, the audience itself is not clear enough. This needs to be changed."

Mo Cheng: "That's what you obviously asked for, isn't it a bit nitpicking?"

He put his hand on the touch mouse on the laptop, and swiped back and forth excitedly, "Do you understand advertisements? Look at this..."

Xia Ling was irritated, "I'm talking about this, why do you want me to look at other things, can you start with this?"

As she spoke, she started to use her hand to move the mouse together.

"I told you to look at this first! Don't move the mouse!"

One flipped down and the other flipped forward. The mouse was grabbed by two people. He couldn't bear it anymore. Mo Cheng grabbed Xia Ling's hand, held it tightly, and stuffed it into his arms. Control the mouse to turn the page back, "Look, I'm talking about this data. We have put this data on the official account before, and it's not bad. You always have to look at the data to speak, right?"

After he asked his question, he received no response from Xia Ling. He looked up and saw Xia Ling staring at his hand.

His eyes also fell on the tightly clenched hands of the two, and he realized for a moment that he had crossed the boundary line that should be kept, and withdrew his hand as if he had been burned, "Sorry, I was too anxious."

Xia Ling also retracted his hand a little uncomfortably, and the small space was full of embarrassment for a while.

She cleared her throat and pretended to regain her composure, "I know the data you mentioned. Our goal is to become famous, and we want to be among the top three in sales. The effect of your official account is too slow. I know you want more There are some channels, but this method is really not suitable for us.”

In the following time, the two of them discussed work in an orderly manner as if they had never met before.

Suddenly, a colleague hurriedly knocked on the door and rushed into the room, holding a large stack of samples in his hand, and began to ask Xia Ling various questions.

"Mr. Xia, take a look at this package."

"Mr. Xia, look at your phone. We sent you a promotional slogan. Is the copywriting acceptable?"

"Mr. Xia, take a look at the paintings on the casing. They are business orders sent out. Let's see how the artists' styles are."

"Mr. Xia, is this distribution of suits reasonable?"

Mo Cheng glanced at the girl who entered the door, and couldn't help but sneer in his heart, Xia Ling was a person who never put on makeup before, and I don't know what Luo Fan thought, let a person who doesn't even know how to put on makeup go Lead this important product return project.

(End of this chapter)