After the president became depressed, he was taught by the mirror ghost to fall in love!

Mo Jinan waited for five days, and when Lin Jiayan's company notified him that his vacation was over, he went directly to the company gate to block Lin Jiayan.

Lin Jiayan is a workaholic and usually goes to the company very early. He saw Mo Jinan squatting at the door of Lin's company from a distance while driving his Maybach.

Mo Jinan didn’t wear much. A long time ago, Lin Jiayan said about Mo Jinan because of this, that she was a little bunny who preferred elegance to warmth…

Mo Jinan was freezing to death, but he would never wear a heavy down jacket. Even in the middle of winter, he would just wear a windbreaker and scarf loosely around his neck.

Lin Jiayan noticed that Mo Jinan didn't even wear gloves, and his hands were red from the wind. He sighed helplessly and honked the horn loudly towards the front.

Mo Jinan noticed that the familiar Maybach was a little dazed. He hesitated for a moment, but saw Lin Jiayan gently rolled down the window. His indifferent pupils stared at him quietly and his voice became a little low.

"Get in the car, it's cold outside."

Mo Jinan just felt that the scene was too familiar, as if Lin Jiayan had said this before... Lin Jiayan had also done this scene...

He got into the car obediently. Lin Jiayan had already turned on the heater and was blowing it towards Mo Jinan. Mo Jinan's hands were red from the cold, and he skillfully and naturally stretched out his hands towards the air conditioner to regain feeling in his hands.

"You're wearing so little. If I don't come to the company today, are you going to freeze outside all day?"

Lin Jiayan's voice was a little colder, and the obvious blame made Mo Jinan angry. He glared at Lin Jiayan coldly, his voice filled with anger and grievance: "It's all your fault! Lin Jiayan, if it weren't for you! I wouldn't have become like this now!"

"Lin Jiayan... Can't you just tell me what you are hiding from me?"

Mo Jinan's eyes were fixed on Lin Jiayan. He tried to see if Lin Jiayan had any feelings for him, but Lin Jiayan was still so cold. He just tapped the steering wheel with his fingertips impatiently and then slowly said, "I don't understand what you are talking about. Do you think I have selfish feelings towards you just because of my polite gestures?"

Lin Jiayan sneered and sighed: "Then you are quite self-indulgent."

"Lin Jiayan, has anyone ever told you that you are a bad actor?"

Mo Jinan grabbed Lin Jiayan's sleeve and forced him to get closer to him. He pressed Lin Jiayan into the cab and then stretched out his legs and sat directly on Lin Jiayan's legs.

Before Lin Jiayan could react, Mo Jinan grabbed him by the collar, leaned over and bit his lips hard. He seemed to be venting and taking revenge. Mo Jinan was sure that Lin Jiayan was hiding something from him.

Lin Jiayan's body stiffened and he wanted to push Mo Jinan away but suddenly he couldn't bear to do so. He hadn't been touched by Mo Jinan for a long time. Even if he pretended to be like this on his face, his body would still react to someone he loved to the core.

Mo Jinan bit Lin Jiayan's lips in revenge for his kiss. He kissed and bit her over and over again until he had difficulty breathing.

Lin Jiayan panted and his eyes finally revealed a fleeting love. Mo Jinan was extremely sensitive and captured Lin Jiayan's subtle change. He was stunned for a moment, then looked down at Lin Jiayan as if he had won a victory and suddenly laughed out loud.

"Lin Jiayan...you like me...you liked me just now, right!"

"You just kissed me...you like me...you respond to me!"

As Mo Jinan was talking, he suddenly burst into tears. He seemed to have suffered a great injustice and his heart felt blocked when he saw Lin Jiayan.

He stretched out his hands and hugged Lin Jiayan's neck, sobbing hoarsely: "Lin Jiayan, what are you hiding from me? I don't believe you and Jun Li... I just believe in my own intuition..."

"Lin Jiayan, I feel so uncomfortable when I see you... I can't help but want to cry..."

"Did I forget about you so you ignored me...Lin Jiayan, did we know each other before..."

Mo Jinan's crying became louder and louder. Lin Jiayan closed his eyes with difficulty and then felt his shoulders wet with Mo Jinan's tears.

"Lin Jiayan...I..."

"Has the drama been enough?"

Lin Jiayan gently pushed him away, his face no longer showing the emotion just now. His eyes seemed to be cold as he looked at Mo Jinan with only extreme disgust and impatience.

Lin Jiayan opened the car door and subconsciously wiped the corner of his mouth: "Get out!"

"What…"

"Lin Jiayan, you dare to chase me away!"

"I said get out!!"

Lin Jiayan suddenly raised his voice, and without mercy, he threw Mo Jinan out of the car like a chicken. Mo Jinan suddenly took a breath of cold air and couldn't stop coughing.

Suddenly, two red bills brushed across his cheek and fell to the ground. Mo Jinan stared at Lin Jiayan blankly but only heard his mocking voice: "The service just now was good, this is a tip."

Lin Jiayan closed the car door and said coldly: "But next time when you serve others, don't use your teeth. If you bite them, you will have to get a rabies vaccine."

"Lin Jiayan you fucking bastard!"

Before Mo Jinan could finish scolding Lin Jiayan, he simply closed the car window and left. Mo Jinan had no choice but to go home and change clothes.

He felt his body alternating between hot and cold, and guessed that he was going to have a fever from catching a cold due to not wearing enough clothes.

He has had poor health since he was a child and is prone to fever in winter. After what he just did, he is likely to have a low-grade fever.

Mo Jinan was no longer able to bear the brunt of the situation. There weren't many people on the street, and it was difficult to get a taxi.

He finally endured the cold wind and walked back home, only to see a fat man with a Mediterranean appearance standing at the door.

The fat man seemed to have been waiting for Mo Jinan for a long time. When he saw Mo Jinan coming back, he hurriedly greeted him respectfully.

"Hey! Master Mo, you are finally back! I have been waiting for you for a long time in this cold weather!"

Mo Jinan was still wondering who this person was, but he saw the fat man carefully opened the briefcase he was carrying and then gently opened a contract.

"This... I haven't bought anything from you before, right?"

Mo Jinan looked at the theme store transfer contract with a little confusion. He didn't dare to take it as his brain was still thinking about when this happened.

"You didn't buy it, Mr. Lin bought it for you!"

The fat man said very respectfully: "Didn't you and Mr. Lin come to the Crayon Shin-chan theme store before? In fact, Mr. Lin has already acquired this store a long time ago, and he is just waiting for you to show him the favor and come with him."

"what??"

"I have to say that President Lin really cares about you! He knows that you like Crayon Shin-chan, so he practiced clawing dolls specially for you. A CEO who is busy with all kinds of things spends all day in our theme store practicing clawing dolls."

The fat man sighed and added, "Boss Lin brought you here and confirmed that you liked it, so he signed the transfer contract with confidence. He also spent millions to expand the theme store and buy limited edition Crayon Shin-chan peripherals everywhere."

"He wanted to send you off on New Year's Day, but unfortunately you didn't seem to be at home on New Year's Day. I finally got to see you today."

The fat man gently placed the contract in Mo Jinan's arms. Mo Jinan stared blankly at the voluntary transfer contract on it. The signature handwriting was vigorous and powerful, reading "Lin Jiayan".

"Okay, the stuff has been delivered! From now on, Master Mo will be the owner of that store. You can come over anytime you want. President Lin specifically told you that you like blind box figurines. The first and second floors of that store are full of limited edition figurines. You can have whatever you want."

The fat man was relieved after completing the task. He said a lot of respectful and polite words before leaving.

Mo Jinan looked at the transfer contract, and the incomplete scenes from a few months ago suddenly popped into his mind.

"When did you learn how to grab a doll?"

"I learned it recently. I learned it to please my little rabbit."

"Lin Jiayan, I can't draw a Crayon Shin-chan doll!"

"I lend my good luck to my little rabbit."

...

Mo Jinan held the contract tighter and tighter, and the brand new contract was wrinkled into a ball in the instant he squeezed it.

"Lin Jiayan... liar..."

"What on earth are you hiding from me..."