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Assistant Lin went to chase him, but he didn't manage to catch him. For some reason, Assistant Lin's heart was empty.

In fact, Mo Xiaoxiao and Xuan Peng really matched well and they really loved each other. Assistant Lin turned around to look at the hospital bathed in sunlight and suddenly felt an indescribable chill. Many ghost stories happened in the hospital.

He shivered, but still forced himself to walk in. He was not afraid of knocking on the door as he had never done anything shameful in his life. He kept chanting 'Amitabha' in his heart.

Mo Xiaoxiao didn't know where she was going. She sat in the taxi and only woke up when the taxi driver asked her several times where she was going.

Where to? When she got back to the company, she didn't even have the money to pay for the taxi, nor did she have her phone with her. Suddenly, she remembered that Wang Yiling was in the hospital, so who would pay for her when she went to the magazine?

In the magazine, the director bowed to a figure sitting on the sofa with a fawning expression, "It's really a sin to have Director Han come here personally. Please make a call, I'll be there immediately."

Han Yong lightly coughed. He was worried that the air in his office had been contaminated. Han Yong wasn't very good at poking around corners, but this matter was related to Silent Dye, so he had dug once.

"I came here this time for the purpose of making a fool of myself."

"Silent Xiao Yan? "Did she do something to make CEO Xiao unhappy? How about I go and interview someone else? I have a lot of talented people in my magazine." Before the Director could finish speaking, Han Yong immediately interrupted him.

"You've misunderstood. CEO Xiao appreciates Miss Mo's talents very much. This time, he specifically sent me to come to your magazine to discuss the matter of Mo Xiaoxiao's work with the head of the magazine."

"Huh?" The director was immediately petrified. What was the meaning of this? If he were to dig a corner, he would become a pillar of support for the magazine.

Han Yong smiled, refined and gentle. "CEO Xiao loves talented people."

He asked the taxi driver to follow him to the magazine to get the money to take a taxi. When he arrived at the magazine, he was invited into the office by the director before he could say anything.

In the office, Han Yong looked at his son with a smile and said, "Xiao Yan, what a coincidence."

"What a coincidence." However, he muttered in his heart, Why do I have to meet him wherever I go?

Han Yong understood that Mo Xiaoxiao did not have any intention of muttering. He coughed and took out his phone from his pocket to give it to Mo Xiaoxiao.

Ye Zichen blushed. Luckily, he didn't say the second half of what he said just now.

"I've always forgotten to return it to you. It seems like there's no more electricity."

"Thank you." If the battery ran out, she might not be able to use it anymore. Although she liked this phone very much, she had bought it to get better contact with Xuan Peng.

Xuan Peng's heart ached faintly.

"No need to thank me. Oh yeah, Xiao Yan, there's another reason why I'm here." Just as Han Yong wanted to speak, he saw an unfamiliar man angrily push open the office door.

"Who are you looking for?" The dean's face was dark as he looked at the taxi driver's logo on the man's clothes. Just as he was about to flare up, Mo Xiaoxiao opened her mouth first, "I'm sorry, I'll pay for the taxi."

As for the change in job, Mo Xiaoxiao agreed after a moment of silence. It was not appropriate for her to stay here, as Wang Yiling no longer needed her care.

Han Yong smiled elegantly, accompanying Jing Xiaoxiao until he finished his work.

The director didn't want to make things difficult for Xiao Sian because he had already thought of a way to interview Xiao Menghan's replacement. That little girl would do her best to please him tonight.

Thinking about it, the dean became excited and even paid Mo Xiaoxiao an extra month's salary. Mo Xiaojiao originally wanted to reject it, but Han Yong helped her put it away in a bag.

Jing Xiaoxiao walked out of the magazine with the bags containing all of her office belongings. She turned around to look at Han Yong, who was following her every step of the way, and asked in puzzlement, "You still have something to say?"

"Waiting for someone who just got paid to treat me to a meal."

"I'll have to eat my own food from now on, and you're still going too far." Mo Xiaoxiao muttered, but still invited Han Yong, "Speak, where are you going to eat? I only have this little salary. You saw, just now, I didn't even have the money to take a taxi."

Han Yong laughed heartily, interrupting the rest of his words. He reached out his hand to pull Mo Xiaoxiao out of the magazine and very politely opened the door to the front passenger seat. "Get on. Relax, I will leave ten yuan for you to use the bus."

"Blackheart." However, she really had to thank Han Yong for saving her last night.

Mo Xiaoxiao reported the most expensive restaurant in the city to Han Yong. As he drove, he smiled but did not speak. Seeing Han Yong's route further and further away from the city, he could not think of what he wanted to eat.

The car stopped steadily in front of an outdoor stall near the suburbs. It was already late in the afternoon, and the afterglow of the setting sun was shining on the lawn behind the stall. Mo Xiaoxiao suddenly felt peaceful inside.

Han Yong put a hand on the door and leaned lazily on the car seat as he said: "Do you like it? I used to come here whenever I had time, but they only open at night. "

She felt that the moment she opened her mouth, her mouth would be filled with blasphemy. The serenity seeped into her body, making her feel as if her body was floating in the air, as if she had not drunk enough alcohol.

The owner's name was Old Chen, a chubby middle-aged man. He greeted Han Yong familiarly without feeling the difference between the well-dressed Han Yong and the him in an apron.

As his heated gaze fell on Mo Xiaoxiao, Old Chen did not hide anything as he asked Han Yong, "Girlfriend?"

Han Yong's heart froze, as if something had cracked open. He shook his head and said in a flattering tone, "The fish that was slaughtered, today she's treating. Old Chen, if there's anything valuable, please bring it up."

Mo Xiaoxiao sat down on the chair, lifted her foot and stepped heavily on Han Yong's shoes.

Han Yong looked at Mo Xiaoxiao with a pained expression and smiled innocently.

Old Chen saw the mutual interaction between Han Yong and Mo Xiaoxiao and smiled from the bottom of his heart. What a pair of enemies. He reckoned that something good was coming soon. Han Yong had come many times and this was the first time he brought a person over, and it was even a woman.

"Can you eat spicy ones?" Elder Chen placed a pot of spicy fish head hotpot on the table and asked Mo Xiaoxiao, "If you can't eat, I can exchange the pot with a mandarin duck pot. It's rather suitable for the occasion."

"Yes." Jing Xiaoxiao nodded. It was spicy and good. She ate less and spent less money on it.

Senior Chen soon set up a table with a plate and a plate. It hurt to watch such a sight, he estimated it would cost at least a dozen hundred-dollar bills.

Han Yong saw the expression on Mo Xiaoxiao's face. He lowered his head and smiled. He was truly a girl who put everything on her face.

Han Yong didn't ask for a drink. The wine Old Chen brewed was very tasty and didn't add any pigment. It was only six or seven degrees Celsius. He didn't normally take it out to entertain his guests, but towards Han Yong, Old Chen was always generous.

"Delicious." Mo Xiaoxiao thought it was grape juice. She took a sip. It was ice-cold, sour, sweet and cold. Mo Xiaoxiao's eyes narrowed. There was a bit of timidity and a bit of laziness in it.

He took another sip. The taste was really good, but it was too expensive! She opened her eyes wide and tried to remember if she could find anything wrong with the liquor in some of the restaurants she interviewed.

"Drink as much as you like." Han Yong acted as if he wanted to pour the wine for her.