Chapter 48

For three days in a row, Fang Mengru looks like she's lost. It's hard for others to understand. How can she suddenly become really confused?

Fortunately, the year is approaching, and the design has entered the stage of repeated revision. We don't care about Fang Mengru's behavior. Who let their boss not work hard, which made their lovely little Ru confused.

So, naturally, in recent days, everyone in the design department looks at Leng MOJIN with some sadness, as if to say: return our Xiaoru quickly!

For Fang Mengru moved into Ji zhanrui apartment, Leng MOJIN was going to ask about it, but when he saw Fang Mengru's numb eyes all day, he couldn't ask anything.

Yes, what qualifications and identity does he have to intervene in the love life of a couple? Didn't he all agree to Fang Mengru and take care of her in her brother's way?

Therefore, in the eyes of he Lingling, after she didn't know who had sent Fang Mengru a room full of roses, Leng MOJIN's attitude towards Fang Mengru became more and more attentive. In her soft voice, she showed infinite warmth, but how could she think more and more about it?

As a result, he Lingling discussed with several people who had a good relationship on weekdays, and the following scene happened -

"Wang Yang, you said Xiaoru had been in the reference room for a long time, and she had a sensitive nose. I don't know if she could stand the dust there?" He Lingling just finished her case. As soon as she came out of Leng MOJIN's office, she frowned and said to Wang Yang in a loud voice. For fear that Leng MOJIN might not hear her, she didn't even close the door of his office.

"Why? Resource Center? My God? That place is the gathering place of dust in disguise. Won't Xiaoru have any problems? " Wang Yang had been waiting outside Leng MOJIN's office according to his plan. Hearing the opening of the door, he pretended to be passing by.

"No! It's bad for a girl to faint inside. Recently, the door of the reference room is not easy to use, and it often locks automatically. " He Lingling makes a wink at Wang Yang. It's obvious that she peeks at Leng MOJIN's frown.

"Don't mention it. Last time I was locked in one afternoon, fortunately the cleaning lady passed by that day." Wang Yang craned his neck, took a look at Leng MOJIN through the crack of the door, and glanced at he Lingling. They calmly walked to the corner and hid to observe the direction of Leng MOJIN's office door.

Sure enough, not long after they left, Leng MOJIN was calm and hurried out.

In fact, Fang Mengru was asked by he Lingling to go to the reference room to look through the old files. Anyway, she has no plans to revise them recently. Moreover, the reference room is not as dusty as Wang Yang said. The two people exaggerate the fact just to give Fang Mengru and Leng MOJIN a chance to get along alone.

"Xiaoru, are you there?" In such a large reference room, Fang Mengru can't be seen. The bookshelves are so empty that people can't find him. Lengmo brocade can only call softly.

"Brother MOJIN?" Half ring, cold ink brocade just heard Fang Mengru weak voice: "sorry, I seem to twist foot."

"Where are you?" Leng MOJIN was worried when he heard that. Although he understood that he Lingling and Wang Yang's words were meant to be heard by him, he didn't expect that something had really happened to her. Fortunately, he came and appeared when she was injured. It was so good.

"I'm at number 26, row J." Fang Mengru held her hand on the ground and rubbed her left ankle. Just now, she wanted to take the old magazine on the top floor. Who knew that the ladder fell down. She couldn't dodge and fell down from a high place. Her left foot was pressed under the ladder. It hurt badly. But the reference room didn't allow her mobile phone. She had to sit on the ground and wait for he Lingling to come to her.

During this period, Fang Mengru accidentally saw some old newspapers at the bottom, which were about J times company. Naturally, Ji zhanrui's report was also indispensable.

Although Fang Mengru has been paying attention to Ji zhanrui's reports consciously or unconsciously for so many years, looking back at his news now, her heart is more and more mixed.

Leng MOJIN, according to Fang Mengru, goes back row by row, guessing many kinds of helpless looks of her at this time, but he didn't expect to be shocked by her again at the moment of seeing her.

In J era, the central air conditioning was fully on. Fang Mengru only wore a thin red and blue striped T-shirt, a pair of light blue narrow leg jeans, and a pair of low-heeled short boots. At this time, the playful people didn't have the vitality they should have. She sat on the ground with her back against the bookshelf behind her. Beside her, there were fallen ladders and a lot of information papers.

Fang Mengru droops her head and has several briefs on her legs. Ji zhanrui's cold crying face is published on it. It's an exclusive interview about his development of J era. Leng MOJIN still remembers that Ke Hanqing had a great effort to persuade him to participate in this interview at that time.

Fang Mengru under the backlight, people can't see the expression on her face clearly, but Leng MOJIN just glances at her side face, and feels that the woman in front of her is too distressing. I don't know when to start. As long as her eyes are focused on Ji zhanrui, her face is always full of sadness.

"Which foot is hurt?" Leng MOJIN suddenly squats beside her and takes the newspaper off her legs unnaturally. He doesn't want to see her down and out. He doesn't know what to do to make her laugh again."Left foot." Fang Mengru's face is expressionless. Her eyes move out of the window, but she can't see the sky outside. It's like her situation now, trapped by Ji zhanrui's side, killing her heart a little bit.

"Hit by a ladder." All of a sudden, Fang Mengru narrates in a light tone. The more ethereal the tone is, the tighter the heart is. Leng MOJIN lowers her head to check her ankle injury and dares not look at her eyes.

He thought, now her feet must be very painful, but there is a softer place in her body, more painful.

The handle is made of aluminum alloy. It's one meter and two high. It's hard to imagine how serious the injury on Fang Mengru's foot is.

"Can you go?" Leng Mo brocade asked softly, now she is too much like a butterfly falling into the net, flapping wings but powerless.

"Not really." Fang Mengru finally turned her head and looked at Lengmo brocade in front of her and shook her head.

Lengmo brocade is a white man with indescribable elegance. His natural aristocratic temperament seems to be brought with him as soon as he was born. From small to large, he is a man with strong enough aura, but now he is more gentle than when he was a child, no matter who he is.

"Brother MOJIN, we have changed a lot over the years, haven't we?" With the help of Leng MOJIN, Fang Mengru stands up and leans in his arms, making her numb and frozen heart thaw gradually.

"Well." Leng MOJIN really wants to go out with Fang Mengru, but he gives up the idea of holding her when he thinks that he is too close to Ji zhanrui, who has a strong desire to monopolize her.

"When I met him again, I was at the airport. At that time, I got into some trouble and somehow hid in his arms. Then I recognized him at a glance, but he didn't remember me at all." Fang Mengru's gentle tone was exposed for the first time.

"I was sold to Mochi by my stepfather. I fought, but there was no way to escape. On the night of the first reception, he dragged me out of the meeting. The memory of that night was too vague. I just vaguely felt that I might have been drugged at that time, and he just saw me save me. I still remember me naively for him." Fang Mengru grinned more than she cried.

"Later, when I met you in his apartment and heard his cruel words, I realized that it was just me who was amorous." Lengmo brocade has been silent, Fang Mengru slowly narrated, voice sad.

"In fact, sometimes he is very good to me, really good, but bad to me, very hurtful. I don't know what I love him for. He doesn't remember me. Why should I follow him with a dead face? " No complaints of tears, often sad more a bleak taste.

"The age of parents' orders and matchmaker's words is long gone, isn't it? Besides, we were so young back then, so I should put it down, right? " Lift eyes, Fang Mengru eyes rolled up thick attachment, clearly know the end of moths, but also without turning back?

What on earth is she insisting on?

Leng MOJIN, who has been silent for a long time, can't help saying Ji zhanrui's amnesia. He stops and gently touches Fang Mengru's head with his big hand. The warm tone comes from Fang Mengru's head: "if you don't want to let go, don't say these misleading words."

Suddenly, she burst into tears.