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Chapter 18

Even though she felt uncomfortable, Zhuo Weilan knew what to do on any occasion, and she didn't intend to cry in the company.Distraught, she received Mo Shuang's promise that she would come over, she was relieved a little, took a breath to wipe away her tears, and slowly stood up while leaning on the wall.

She listened quietly to the voice on the other end of the phone.

Mo Shuang went downstairs, Mo Shuang closed the study door, Mo Shuang found Assistant Chen, and ordered the car to be prepared...

It wasn't the first time she heard these small voices.

When they were dating in college, she and Mo Shuang were from different departments. The school was so big that it was difficult to see each other when the class was full. They talked on the phone from time to time. They didn't have to think about too many topics and were not afraid of being cold.

After graduation, Mo Shuang was busy. She was still clingy. She rarely had the chance to make phone calls, and she was even more reluctant to hang up when she was connected. relieve boredom.

During the visit to city B, Mo Shuang also accompanied her on the phone the whole time. She heard how many trees and bends she passed, and the navigation broadcasted the changing areas again and again, getting closer and closer to the destination.

Zhuo Weilan felt that Mo Shuang's tone was not gentle enough, even perfunctory.

Now she is squatting by the door, feeling the cold wind from the gap, her cheeks are cold, her nose is blocked, and it is difficult for her to speak.

Zhuo Weilan realized belatedly that this was the first time she called in an uncomfortable situation, and compared to the weak Mo Shuang who was in the hospital for an injection at that time, the discomfort and depression were nothing worth mentioning.

She suddenly understood what Tan Shaoshi meant when she said "I don't want to take care of you"—she was always a requester to her wife and girlfriends, and she rarely did anything for others.

Mo Shuang almost never said the word "tired" in front of her.

Tan Shaoshi is nervous every time she rushes to draft, and often has two dark circles under her eyes. This time she has no inspiration but rarely complains.

Regarding Mo Shuang, Zhuo Weilan felt that it was too complicated to judge, and regarding Tan Shaoshi, Zhuo Weilan felt that she was in debt.

Tan Shaoshi joined the company half a year earlier than her, and graduated from a slightly inferior school. It took a long time to prepare and go through many exams to succeed. She attaches great importance to bonuses and deductions, and she really hopes that she can work in the company for a long time .

What about her?You Yu Zhi took care of you out of friendship from the same family, and Mo Shuang helped you say good things at some point. On the bright side, you used the status of X Group's own family to easily get the booth of Xinqianqin Plaza. It doesn't matter if you don't submit a design once, even if She couldn't stay in the company anymore, so she packed up her things and turned around to go home. She could live slowly in the small villa and find a new home, all of which would be considered a vacation.

Zhuo Weilan thought about it carefully, and found that what she said in front of Tan Shaoshi was a little bit embarrassing.

What do you mean by "not this time, just make it up next time, don't take it too seriously"?

This is standing and talking without back pain.

Zhuo Weilan figured it out, looked at the half-covered rooftop door, and sighed faintly.

"Wei Lan?" Mo Shuang noticed the sigh and asked softly, "Can you hear it?"

Zhuo Weilan gave a muffled "hmm", and judged the progress by the sound of the door opening, "Have you got in the car yet?"

"Yes, Assistant Chen drives very fast, and I will definitely be there in 10 minutes."

In the past, Zhuo Weilan would definitely think as soon as possible, but now she thinks a lot, her first reaction is Mo Shuang's safe driving habits, the horror video of the last car accident, and the second reaction is Mo Shuang Within a few minutes, I changed clothes, locked the study, went downstairs to tell my aunt not to cook dinner, found Assistant Chen, ran out of the house and got into the car, a little out of breath.

"Take your time." Zhuo Weilan wanted to be more considerate, "I don't go to work until 3 pm, it's still early."

"I want to see you soon."

There was panting in the words, without pretending to be affectionate, it seemed to be the truth that came out naturally after thinking about it.

Zhuo Weilan's heart warmed up, she curled the corners of her lips, the coolness on her cheeks slowly melted into her joy, and she wasn't so stiff anymore.She breathed a sigh of relief, moved her tired legs and walked around the narrow door.

This place is really small, every word she said echoed faintly, and it was even more obvious when the heels of her shoes stepped on the smooth and hard floor, it was unknown where the shock went.

Zhuo Weilan felt awkward and wanted to leave, but hesitated again when she caught a glimpse of the vacant roof door, and talked to Mo Shuang about her troubles, "Mo Shuang, my friend is worrying about not being able to hand in the design work, and he doesn't want to talk, what should I do?" Woolen cloth?"

"The friend who sent you home last time?"

"Ah."

"What will happen if she can't hand in the work?"

Zhuo Weilan was really not sure.

She couldn't hand in the work last time, she grabbed her hair several times, and made herself ill without eating or drinking. After Mo Shuang found out, she wouldn't let her go to work, and kept her at home to take care of her body. No mention of blueprints.

When she returned to the company, the meeting was over, the selected works were finalized, and everything was over.

Since her own experience could not solve the problem, Zhuo Weilan judged from the workflow - although the things they designed may not be adopted by the company, but the company hired so many people in order to have more choices, a designer cannot draw , Repeatedly unable to produce satisfactory works, unable to bring in orders, it will lose its role, unless it is well-known, the possibility of being replaced and fired is extremely high.

"It's a difficult situation." Zhuo Weilan used a euphemistic word to describe it, and sighed, "Shall I help you speak nicely to the director?"

Mo Shuang said it simply this time, "No."

Zhuo Weilan felt something was wrong, and asked, "What if the director isn't Yu Zhi?"

"It doesn't matter who the director is." Mo Shuang put away her willful refusal, "Are you on the same level as your friend? She is a bit arrogant, and she won't appreciate you when she finds out. She will think that you and her boss have decided on whether she will stay or not. .”

Zhuo Weilan thought about Tan Shaoshi's character, and after thinking about it for this reason, she was distressed, "Don't tell me I don't care about her anymore?"

"Weilan, this is work." Mo Shuang said solemnly, "It's not about playing games together, and no one can leave anyone behind."

Zhuo Weilan was thoughtful, pondered for a while and couldn't figure it out, and her thoughts went elsewhere, "Mo Shuang, have you recovered your memory?"

"No."

"Why does it feel a bit like before?"

Mo Shuang smiled, "When I heard that you were looking for a director, I decided to start a new company for you."

Following these words, Zhuo Weilan really imagined Mo Shuang's non-negotiable tone, and couldn't help laughing, "How do you know what your former self would do?"

Mo Shuang sighed and got down to business.

"The stuff in the safe told me."

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In Mo Shuang's safe, one layer contains property and certificates, and the other layer is a thick pile of paper at first glance, but upon careful inspection, there are many written records, including a handwritten notebook.

The notebook is the same as the previous diary. It does not write Mo Shuang's own mood, but is full of miscellaneous things, such as who I met today, the car parked under the company, such as the name information of a certain department of the head office, such as...

"What is this?" Zhuo Weilan couldn't laugh or cry when she saw the statistics with pictures and texts, all about the development analysis of jewelry design companies, "July 2015... Oh, I worked overtime at that time, and the director saw that I lived far away and gave it away." Come on, you are really jealous, secretly find out how to open a jewelry company."

Mo Shuang didn't speak, just looked through it with her.

It is these seemingly irregular things that show Mo Shuang's state of mind. They were basically recorded three years ago. Keep a detailed record of who you see, what cars you see, and where you pass by every day, and the same parts will be drawn with a line.

Zhuo Weilan noticed that Mo Shuang really suspected that she was being followed, and didn't believe the investigation report that was also placed in the cabinet, so she recorded everything she saw in detail, trying to find some evidence.

Although in vain.

In the report of Mo Shuang looking for someone to investigate, the method of proving that no one was following him was very straightforward. He listed all the recurring personal information and the route he traveled, and drew a schematic diagram that intersected with Mo Shuang's own actions. Most of them were random coincidences. The times were very few, and the opposite window that Mo Shuang felt someone was staring at turned out to be a room that had been closed for a long time.

It was three months ago that Mo Shuang got the result, and the records after that were more detailed and sloppy, insisting on repeating futile steps.

Zhuo Weilan stroked the place scratched by the tip of the pen, and seemed to be able to imagine Mo Shuang's irritable expression.

She knew Mo Shuang, and understood that cold evidence could not eliminate the uneasy sense of collapse.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Zhuo Weilan murmured, closing her eyes and not looking at the trembling handwriting on the notebook.

Mo Shuang put his arms around her shoulders silently, and patted her lightly.

Zhuo Weilan calmed down and looked around, just in time to catch Mo Shuang looking at the information with a bewildered expression.

Amnesia is pretty good too, isn't it?

"Don't read it." Afraid of repeating the same mistakes, she closed the notepad,

Mo Shuang obediently withdrew her gaze with a calm expression.

"You don't seem surprised," Zhuo Weilan wondered, "It might be a big deal to be followed."

Mo Shuang nodded, "I thought I would have enemies."

"why?"

Mo Shuang glanced at her, hesitated for a moment, and then answered, "I seem to be very annoying, my father doesn't like me, my wife doesn't like me, my mother left, and there is no news at all...even the closest people can't stand me , it is even more impossible for others to be patient."

"I don't have one." Seeing Mo Shuang's frustration, Zhuo Weilan held hands anxiously, "I don't hate you."

Mo Shuang's downcast eyes didn't last long, she squeezed her fingertips, and looked up to see the bright eyes, "Really?"

Zhuo Weilan felt something was wrong, hesitated for a while before nodding.

"Then can I kiss you?"

"..." Zhuo Weilan finally understood why Mo Shuang wanted to find a box in the coffee shop.

After Mo Shuang made the request, she twitched herself and explained in a low voice, "You are going to work, I have to go back, I am really reluctant..."

Zhuo Weilan looked at the time at 2:43, thinking of meeting in the afternoon and facing her unrequited best friend, she was very upset, when she saw Mo Shuang rubbing her hands secretly and wanted to retract her hand, she got angry and grabbed it. "Kiss, just kiss, just a moment."

"Ah."

Zhuo Weilan took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and waited for the kiss in the distance.

She is a person who does what she says, she dare not frown, lick her lips, or lower her head for fear of being touched.

Zhuo Weilan prepared for a long time, but Mo Shuang raised her hand.

"Huh?" She opened her eyes, staring blankly at the kiss falling on her palm.

Gently, softly, matching the paired wedding rings on both hands, the picture is particularly beautiful.

The author has something to say:

Count the sugar_(:3」∠)_

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For the sake of the picture, I decided to let Mo Shuang kiss the palm of his hand.

Although there seems to be no difference