Are you dating online, miss?

He Lu never thought that the second time he came to Mo Yiyi's house, he would move in directly.

The house is very tidy, there are not many things, and they are neatly arranged in rows, and there is no sign that no one has lived in it for several months.

"Lend it to a friend for a while." That's what Mo Yiyi said.

He Lu struggled to pull the box in by himself, and put it next to the counter. Although it was clean, the slight obsession with cleanliness over the years made her find a broom, mop, and rag to clean the whole house inside and out.

Fortunately, the room is not big, otherwise it would be difficult for one person to do it all day, and it would be dark when she was done working. She put down her things and was tired. She went to the kitchen to get a glass of water and drank it slowly, only to feel relieved.

In the past, at home, the cleaning company regularly did the big cleaning, and the cleaning robot and the window cleaning robot for the small cleaning.

Now that I am out to live, the first thing I need to learn is how to take care of myself and maintain a tidy living environment.

In the evening, after taking a shower, she sat cross-legged on the bed in a bathrobe, looking around at the fruits of the day's labor, very satisfied.

It's just that the room is too empty.The bedroom was separated from the cloakroom, and there was nothing on the dark brown floor, except for a bed, a bedside table, and a small lamp on the cabinet.

In the huge bedroom, only the large bed has a strong sense of presence.Sitting on it, He Lu felt that the room was too empty and lonely.

The cell phone beside him rang.

"Yiyi." Seeing the name on the screen, He Lu quickly picked it up with a relaxed tone, "I just took a shower, now? I'm on the bed now, I'm going to read a few chapters before going to bed, how about you. "

"On set, it should end in an hour. Are you still used to it?"

He Lu didn't answer immediately, thought for a while, and honestly said: "I'm a little uncomfortable. Your bedroom is too empty."

I didn't visit the bedroom when I came back last time.

If the decoration of the living room, dining room and study room can be called simple, then the word cannot be used in the bedroom anyway.

"...I'm still not used to it, my heart feels like it can't be filled, empty. Then I'm alone again, I feel... like feeling a little bit of autumn loneliness in advance."

He Lu changed his posture, lay on his back on the bed, looked at the lights on the ceiling, and described his mood seriously.Without waiting for the other person to say anything, he giggled first: "I'm so hypocritical, aren't I?"

Mo Yiyi's voice was tinged with a smile in the receiver: "It's okay, I understand, you miss me."

He Lu choked, and admitted generously: "Well, I miss you."

"I'll be back the day after tomorrow, wait for me." There seemed to be other voices on the other end, and Mo Yiyi's voice came back after staying away for a while, "I have something to deal with, let's talk later."

After hanging up the phone, He Lu sat up and looked at the bedroom without feeling empty.

She got out of bed, went to the study, took out the computer and sorted out the money in hand. She didn't have to pay rent for two years of work, and she didn't live too far away. The company's benefits were good, so most of the money was saved and she bought some funds. or stocks.

After simply estimating her meager net worth, she sighed softly.

New media is an area that my family is not familiar with, not to mention Zhou Yajing's start-up stage here, which is unstable.

These three words are fatal flaws for traditional elders.If you want to be recognized, you must reap achievements that are several times higher than those in the financial industry.

She sent a screenshot of the sorted assets to Mother He, followed by typing: Mom, don't worry about me, the money is enough.Thank you for being on my side.

[Still considering, not supporting you]

After receiving this, He Lu was silent.

【How is the heating in the house】

He Lu grinned, and typed quietly: Very warm.

He also posted a photo of his bare feet.

Mother He didn't reply.

He Lu sighed, opened the collected excellent manuscripts, and took out one to analyze the structure.

In the past few days, he devoted himself to doing it, and He Lu realized that he is indeed talented in this line of work, but if he wants to go long and far, talent alone is definitely not enough.

The deeper I go, the more I feel that there are too many deficiencies that need to be made up for immediately.

But she doesn't have that much time.

The family already knew about her and Yiyi, and she had to work harder. Although Yiyi said before that success is not important, there are many possibilities in life waiting to be tested, but she can't be wrong.

From the perspective of parents, a small mistake in life can be extended to the whole person. He Lu can almost predict how his father will ridicule him if he fails to change careers-you are not very confident to change careers, what about now?And your feelings, are you still so sure that you have not gone the wrong way?

There was a gleam of light in He Lu's eyes.

She lowered her head and focused on analyzing the material, structure, and entry point of the explosive articles, and picked out a few of her own to read, and analyzed why they were also written by herself. Some of them were worth millions, while others were only tens of thousands.

The minute hand circles quietly.

After she finished analyzing the first round, when she looked up, it was already 12:30 at night.

Mo Yiyi's flight back to Beijing was originally in the evening, but it was seriously delayed. When the plane landed in Beijing, it was almost one o'clock in the morning.

Before taking off, she sent a message to He Lu, telling her to sleep first, so there is no need to wait.

He Lu replied obediently with "Yes".

When she got home in the dark, she entered the room only to find a warm yellow lamp in the study.

"Lulu?" She called her softly, tentatively.

No reply.

Mo Yiyi put away the suitcases, went into the house and closed the door, put on his shoes, paced lightly, and walked to the study.

On the desk, He Lu, who was only wearing pajamas, was sleeping soundly, and the movement of the door entering and closing did not disturb her at all.

Mo Yiyi smiled silently, approached, stretched out his hand to pull the sleeping man into his arms, passed through the back and the bend of the legs, before exerting any force, his eyes fell on the notebook that He Lu was pressing to sleep.

Juanxiu's handwriting was densely written on the entire page of notes.

"Sleep... don't sleep, write more." The person in his arms suddenly murmured, "I'm so sleepy."

The smile on Mo Yiyi's lips slowly disappeared, he turned off the lamp, and lowered his head to place a light kiss on her hair.

"Go to sleep." With a force on his hand, he hugged her flat.

Without the heavy and soft winter clothes, the body in my arms is very thin, and it takes little effort to hug her gently.She hugged her and headed towards the bedroom while talking, but she didn't know who she was talking to.

"...so thin, just eating won't grow long, how long will it take to raise it."