Mo Yuchen went upstairs and took a simple shower, but he couldn't sleep when he fell into bed. Feng Yinuo was full of thoughts.

In fact, when delivering the business card in the car, he also wants to ask her for a contact information.

But it's just the opposite of worrying about being reckless.

Lying here on the bed, he shaved his eyes and turned over to get his cell phone from the bedside table.

Deep in thought, he sat up, leaning on the soft head of the bed, and called Shen Changqing.

Today's student union is organized by him. I think he must have the contact information of von ino.

When the phone was connected, there was a howling and Howling voice from that end. Those people were still singing.

Sing or die to love.

Mo Yu Chen frowns and keeps his mobile phone away from his ears. "Go to a quiet place and ask you something."

"What do you say?" At the end of the phone, Shen Changqing's tongue was almost out of alignment. He drank the most this night.

"Do you have a phone call from voyno?" The voice was clear.

"What?" Shen Changqing couldn't hear clearly, so he had to hold his cell phone out of the karaoke room and find a relatively quiet place. Then he asked again, "what did you just say, general manager Xiaomo?"

"Do you have a phone call from voyno? Send it to me." Simple and direct.

Even though he couldn't hear the difference in his voice, he still aroused Shen Changqing's curiosity about gossip.

"What do you want von ino's cell phone number for?"

"When I went back, I gave her a moment and left my things in my car." It's as if someone is telling the truth.

"Oh, well, I'll send it to you right away."

Shen Changqing didn't find out what he was bored with. He didn't talk to him much. He was still in a hurry to go back to sing and drink.

"Good."

Within a minute of hanging up, Shen Changqing's wechat arrived with only a string of mobile phone numbers on it.

With his deep eyes full of pure light, he hooked up the lower lip corner and quickly copied and saved the number into the phone book.

Then, he tried to search wechat with this mobile number.

It turned out to be true. Feng Yinuo himself was the head portrait.

In the picture, messy long hair covers half of her face. She makes a funny expression, with one eye closed and one eye open. The smile is super warm and super sweet.

Mo Yuchen looked at it carefully, and the corners of her mouth were raised involuntarily. She still looked good with a smile, just like when she was at school.

Try to enter her circle of friends, and you can see her movements in the past ten days.

The latest one is the day before yesterday. The background is Yuncheng International Airport. She took a picture with a little girl. Her eyes and eyebrows are really different.

With the text is: Cloud City, I'm back!

Further down, there are articles about the financial circle forwarded by her.

Further down, Mo Yuchen finds a man's figure in a picture.

Although it was only the back, it still hurt his eyes deeply.

This should be her husband, right?

It's tall and big. It's OK just to see the back.

Why don't you show your face? I'm afraid it's ugly and I can't see people.

"Ah ~" Mo Yuchen thought so, and laughed.

Now he's like a abandoned mistress, feeling that he's not as good as anyone else.

······On this night, he would come and go to see these photos of the friends circle of Feng Yinuo, almost staying up all night.

He kept thinking hard about one more question, why didn't the man come back with them?

It's hard not to come true. As he assumed, where are the two divorced?

How hard should it be for her to take a child by herself