"You go back to work!"

Mo Xiuchen didn't reply, in a low tone, there was a displeasure of being disturbed, Cheng Jia's eyes flashed a trace of injury, walked to the door, did not say hello to Wen Ran, and went out of the office directly.

"Ranran, come in!"

Mo Xiuchen stretched out his hand to close the door, hesitated, and still grabbed Wen Ran's hand.

When he grasped her little hand, her body stiffened, and her hands also stiffened.

Mo Xiuchen pretended not to know and pulled her towards the sofa.

"Ranran, what do you drink? Milk, or flower tea. ”

In the days when she was away, he still had people prepare milk every day, which had become a habit.

"You don't have to be busy, I don't drink anything."

The politeness in Wen Ran's words made Mo Xiuchen's eyes darken, he pursed his lips, sat down next to her, suppressed the loss in his heart, and asked gently, "Did Qingfeng and Qingyang send you here?" ”

"Well, they sent me."

Wen Ran pulled a far-fetched smile and replied calmly.

"Ranran, how are you doing in the past two days?"

Mo Xiuchen's eyes were tightly locked on Wen Ran, and there was something surging in his deep eyes, and he used all his strength to control himself from going to see her for two days.

Today, three days after her request.

He didn't know what the answer she had brought, and he was uncontrollably nervous.

Wen Ran suddenly felt pain in his heart, and his voice rang softly in his ears: "I'm doing well, let Qingyang and Qingfeng buy some flowers and plants back, I planted them in the garden, in addition to fiddling with flowers and plants, watching TV, and sleeping, it was dark." ”

The corners of Mo Xiuchen's mouth hooked a gentle arc, as if as she said this, he had already seen the scene of her planting those flowers and plants in the garden, saw her nesting in the sofa watching TV, and saw the tranquility of her sleeping.

"That's good."

In his voice, there was no emotion just now, and there was a trace of tenderness that seeped in unconsciously.

Wen Ran raised his head, Qinghong's water eyes met his gentle and deep eyes, his heart trembled, and his eyes quickly moved away, secretly calming down his messy heartbeat, and said softly: "I heard that you have been working late in the past two days, and there are a lot of things in the company?" ”

"Well, it's a bit much, Ah Mu and Ah Feng worked too hard some time ago, I gave them two days off."

Mo Xiuchen replied gently, not taking away the gaze that stopped at her because her eyes were lowered, since the moment she pushed open the door, his gaze never left.

"When did Cheng Jia come back?"

Wen Ran didn't look at him, but she also knew that he had been looking at herself, and that affectionate and hot eyes made her heart beat and couldn't calm down.

She changed the subject and asked casually.

Mo Xiuchen's eyes narrowed, and he replied truthfully: "Yesterday afternoon, the three people they went abroad all came back. She was here to report to me. ”

The last sentence seems to be an explanation for fear that she will misunderstand.

Wen Ran listened, and the tip of his heart was suffocated.

She pursed her lips, raised her head, and met his gaze, Qinghong's eyes reflected his delicate and perfect facial features, and it was very likely that her voice would be as calm as just now: "Xiuchen, that day, I said that I would let you give me three days, and today is the fourth day, I think I should give you an answer." ”

Mo Xiuchen's eyes changed, and his upright posture was slightly stiff.

"I ......"

"I'll make you a cup of flower tea."

He interrupted her suddenly, and the tall figure got up from the sofa, returned to the desk, opened the drawer, took out the flower tea specially bought for her, and her cup, and walked towards the water dispenser.

Wen Ran pursed her lips tightly, trying to force back the moisture in her eyes.

At the mouth of her heart, a sharp pain came, she wanted to ignore it, but she couldn't ignore it.

In the line of sight, the long, handsome and tall man was standing in front of the water dispenser, she couldn't see his face clearly, only his stiff back.

He didn't put the flower tea into the cup, but took the flower tea and the cup to the water dispenser together, with his back to her, I don't know what he was thinking, for a long time, I didn't see him take the water.

**

In the public relations department, as soon as Cheng Jia returned to the office, the two colleagues who had received her gifts ran over, lay on her desk, and asked with concern: "Jiajia, why did you go to the president's office for so long?" What did you talk about with the president? ”

Another colleague lowered his voice and said: "Wen Ran hasn't come to the company in the past few days, I heard that he quarreled with the president, it's really time for you to come back, you have to seize this opportunity and get along with the president more......"

The ambiguity in her tone is self-evident.

"That's it, actually, I think you're more compatible with the president."

"Wen Ran is here!"

Cheng Jia coldly interrupted the words of the two colleagues, and her face was a little ugly. Originally, she also felt that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Last night, she even stayed in the company to work overtime despite the fatigue of the plane for more than ten hours, but in the end, she didn't even see Mo Xiuchen's face.

"Ah, you said Wen Ran is here? Did you come to the company, how did we not know? ”

The two looked at each other, why didn't they hear that Wen Ran came to work?

Cheng Jia pursed her lips, remembering the joy and eagerness when Mo Xiuchen saw Wen Ran just now, her heart was churning with anger, and she said coldly: "When I was in Mr. Mo's office just now, Wen Ran came. ”

"She and the president reconciled again? No, in the past two days, the president has given Mr. Qin and Mr. Luo a holiday, and he works overtime until late at night, if they reconcile, how can he stay in the company and work overtime. ”

One of them asked, puzzled.

"I don't know what she's coming for, but she's coming, that's a fact."

A hint of hatred flashed in Cheng Jia's eyes.

**

On the top floor, in the huge president's office, it was surprisingly quiet.

Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran, one stood in front of the water dispenser, and the other sat on the sofa.

He stood in front of the water dispenser for a long time by making her tea, not letting her say the answer she was afraid of, before shaking his hands, putting the flower tea into the cup, and receiving the water.

In his heart, he thought about what he would do if Ran Ran insisted on divorce!

In a trance, he didn't even know that the water in the cup was full, until there was a burning pain between his fingers, and he suddenly came back to his senses, and he snorted muffled.

A few meters away, Wen Ran heard his muffled snort, his eyes touched the boiling water flowing to the ground, his face changed greatly, he stood up from the sofa without thinking about it, ran over, and blurted out with concern:

"Why is it hot in your hands, give me the cup."

She snatched the cup full of water from his hand, put it aside, grabbed his scalded hand, and directly turned on the cold water on the side, rinsing the burned place.

Mo Xiuchen didn't speak, nor did he move, just looked at her quietly, let her use cold water to his hand for two minutes, then let go, trotted to her previous desk, opened the drawer, and took out a medicine cake and returned.

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