little ancestors in modern times

The meeting lasted for five hours, and it was already dark when the meeting ended. As the host, Mo took all the people to eat in the restaurant under Mo's banner, and arranged accommodation for friends from abroad.

After everything was over, it was almost ten o'clock, the car slowly drove towards the big iron gate, Mo Jingyan frowned and looked out, and saw the familiar car parked outside the gate.

Nan Luo saw the approaching car from a distance, opened the door happily, and waved to Mo Jingyan's car.

He came to Mo's house to wait for someone at around eight o'clock, but he didn't expect to wait for almost two hours, but he still didn't come back. The housekeeper suggested that he should call Jingyan and send a message, but after hesitating for a moment, he declined.

When it was ten o'clock, he felt that Jingyan would not come back tonight, and when he went out, he was a little unwilling, so he sat in the car and continued to wait.

"Why is it so late, is the meeting going well? I thought you wouldn't be coming back tonight."

Mo Jingyan said a faint "um", and there was a trace of exhaustion on his face.

"Enter the house and say".

Nan Luo caught Mo Jingyan's tired look and hesitated, but in the end he followed into the house.

After Mo Jingyan entered the room, Lin Butler immediately came up to him to take the suit jacket he had just taken off, and then glanced at Nan Luo who followed in, with a flash of surprise on his face.

Master Nanluo has been back for a while, why did he come back again? Could it be that he met the Patriarch on the road, so there is really a tacit understanding.

It was already late at night, and tea and coffee were not appropriate. Butler Lin had a sensitive nose, and the owner had drunk alcohol today. After thinking about it, the identities of the domestic and foreign guests entertained at night were not simple, so there is no reason not to drink at the dinner table.

Mo Jingyan went upstairs and simply changed into a set of home clothes. He didn't like to wear these too formal clothes, so he changed them immediately when he got home. If it wasn't for Nanluo waiting downstairs, he would have gone straight to the bathroom to take a shower.

There are two glasses of honey water on the table, for hangover, Lin Butler specially prepared it for Mo Jingyan.

After sitting down, Mo Jingyan drank the honey water and waited for Nanluo to say something.

"Is the meeting going well today?" Nan Luo asked the question outside the door again. In fact, he asked the old man the same question when he went home. Of course, this is not the question he wanted to ask after waiting for so long tonight.

"Ok".

Mo Jingyan put the cup on the table, his eyes fell on Nan Luo, "Speak!"

For this friend, Mo Jingyan still gave enough patience. If it was placed on someone else, and he didn't talk about the main points to him, then he would not be interested in continuing to hear the main points.

Nan Luo scratched her head with a naive smile, "Jingyan, you are still speaking straightforwardly, so I am not going to make an opening statement first, to exchange pleasantries and care about you."

"I heard that you saw the little fairy boy who was picked up by the Yan family today, how is it, isn't it very beautiful?"

Nanluo dialect used listening and speaking, but he didn't mean listening and speaking. He didn't know how many times he watched the video.

Mo Jingyan paused, and got up straight away, "You're boring!"

"I'm tired, it's getting late, you should go back and rest too." Obviously, Mo Jingyan didn't intend to talk about this topic. When Nan Luo just mentioned the word Yan's family, the scene in the office immediately appeared in his brain, which was slightly paralyzed by alcohol. , unconsciously irritated.

At this time, a melodious piano piece broke the awkward situation between the two of them, it was Mo Jingyan's cell phone.

There is no note on the caller number, it is a string of unfamiliar numbers. Although this mobile phone number is used for office work, less than a hundred people know this number.

The strange Mo Jingyan pressed the answer button, and a small milk voice came out through the phone. The voice was full of various emotions, some uncertain, some cautious, some grievances, some accusations... "Dandan, little ancestor sleeping No, in the past... the little ancestor used to sleep with his balls in his arms."