Mo Youan went back to work after three days' rest at home. When he arrived at the office, he saw the resignation letter on the desk.
It's Chuling's when I open it.
Mo Youan's eyelids jumped. He didn't need to know that it was that day, but Chu Ling was a rare talent. To leave like this is a loss to mo.
Mo Youan is not ready to face Chu Ling, but the business is business. She asked the assistant to call him to the office.
"Mr. mo."
Mingming also called himself that when he talked about business, but Mo Youan felt that today's address was somewhat alienated, and an invisible distance was drawn between them.
"Sit down."
Chuling nodded.
"Why did you resign, elder martial brother? Is it because of that day? "
"Mr. Mo, I've been abroad for a long time. I think my design style may be more suitable for foreign countries rather than domestic ones. As you can see, it's hard for me to excel in domestic competitions. Maybe it's best for me and the company to leave."
"Why do you worry about the competition? I've said that because the conditions for this year's competition are relatively relaxed."
"That's not the reason I can comfort myself. I know I have room for improvement."
"Well, you are too demanding of yourself."
"I'm sorry, I've made up my mind."
"Don't you really think about it? Do you want to stay abroad all your life? Now we have a little foundation at home. When you look back, all your efforts will be in vain. "
Chu Ling smiled bitterly. He didn't want to stay, but now he has no need to stay. "I think I'm more suitable for foreign countries. I'm not good for anyone in China."
It's not peaceful to have a good love.
For a mother like that, he also figured out that it's better to stay away from her. In a foreign country, she can also guarantee her material life. If you have time, you can come back and have a look.
Seeing Chu Ling's situation, Mo Youan was not very well, "elder martial brother, I will not sign your resignation report for the time being. Think about it again. If you really decide to leave, I will not stop you."
"Thank you."
Chuling didn't mention yesterday from the beginning to the end, and Mo Youan didn't mention it. They seemed to have a tacit understanding, and neither of them wanted to mention it.
Only when Chu Ling was out, Mo Youan heard a faint apology.
She looked at the closed door and felt a little headache.
It was totally out of her expectation why things were going like this.
A week later.
Chu Ling still decided to resign. His intention to leave was already gone, and Mo Youan would not stop it.
Mo Youan didn't ask Lu Yao about Chu's mother. Since it's up to him to deal with it, give him all the trust.
It seems that the days are back to the past. Chu Ling is gone. Her mother's follow-up is also mentioned by Lu Yao. She can only come out in more than a month.
Mo You'an actually knows Lu Yao's temperament very well. This time, he only let Chu's mother stay in prison for three months. In fact, he has been very compassionate. This man is very short-term, and it's not so good to provoke him and the people he likes.
Weekend.
Mo Youan has been busy for a week. The whole person is tired. She slept at home for a whole day on Saturday. In fact, her life is really simple. Maybe it's because of her cool temper. There are not many good friends.
The best way to play is to read one and one.
When she has time, her favorite thing is to plant flowers and grass at home, take a book, drink a cup of tea or coffee, and a day will pass.
Lu Yao crept in, looking at the quiet eyebrows and eyes of the girl he loved, and the corner of his mouth raised a beautiful arc. All of a sudden, his tiredness was gone.
He looked at the time, it was more than five o'clock in the afternoon. Aunt Xi said that the girl had been sleeping all day and didn't even eat lunch at noon.
Don't you want to lose sleep.
"Little iceberg, wake up." Lu Yao pinches Mo You'an's nose.
Mo Youan turns over, rolls the quilt, curls up and hides under the quilt, with his back toward Lu Yao.
Lu Yao couldn't help crying and laughing. He didn't know what she looked like when she fell asleep.
It's so cute and tight. It's totally different from the way she usually asks to be cold.
"Little iceberg."
"Be quiet, be quiet." Mo Youan's angry way.
Lu Yao looked at her little mouth and couldn't help covering it. Mo Youan frowned and opened his eyes.
It was Lu Yao who was shocked.
"Hooligan Lu, what are you doing?"
Lu Yao straightened up, and Qing Jun's face was like a holy Magnolia. "This is my latest invention, the way to wake you up."
Mo Youan has a thin skin. "Can you be serious?"
"I'm also very embarrassed. I'm very sad that a little girl at home can sleep until she doesn't eat like a little sluggard."
Mo Youan gave him a white look, and saw that he was dressed in military uniform and was very dusty. "Did you just come back from the army?"
"Well."
"No wonder there's a stink of sweat all over."
Lu Yao smelt it himself, as if it really had a smell. "Lend me your bathroom."
Mo Youan hasn't spoken yet. Lu Yao has rushed into her bathroom. Mo Youan has a headache. Does that mean asking for her advice?
After a while, there was a crash in the bathroom. Mo Youan thought of something and sat up.
The man didn't bring anything with him, so he used all her things.
"Hello, Lu Yao, you are not allowed to use my things."
It's late.
At this time, Lu Yao had come out of the bathroom. His waist was still surrounded by her sky blue bath towel. His upper body was naked and the water drops were still clearly visible.
Mo Youan's face turns red all of a sudden. How could there be such a man who knows himself well and doesn't want to be ashamed.
Where is the virtue?
"Lu Yao, please give me my bath towel." It was the thing that she wiped after taking a bath. It was surrounded by him, so close to each other. What's that like.
"Little iceberg, if you want to see my curvy ketone body, just say it, don't take such a euphemistic way."
What a mess is this hooligan talking about.
How could she want to see him.
"Lu Yao, shut up."
"Ann, turn around." Lu Yao said as he walked towards Mo You'an.
Mo Youan ran away in fear.
Lu Yao happily lies on her bed, full of her breath, not the smell of perfume, but a faint fragrance of jasmine.
He just saw that all her toiletries were jasmine scented.
Mo Youan rushed downstairs all the way, Mo Zixi saw her red face coming down, wondering, "what's the matter?"
"Mom, why did you put Lu Yao in my room?"
"He's your boyfriend." Mo Youan looks at Mo Zixi speechless. Mo Zixi doesn't feel anything.