Mo Shao's little ancestor is quite arrogant

After Mi Qiao had a meal of wontons at Lan Xi's place, he was driven away by Lan Xi.

"I'm going to get busy, you can go."

"Ah?" Mi Qiao looked unhappy, and said coquettishly, "Boss, we haven't seen each other for a year!"

The corner of Lan Xi's mouth twitched, "Speak human."

I really can't stand him as a big man pretending to be pitiful and coquettish. It's fine to listen to the voice on the phone, but it's another matter to watch him face to face.

All in all it was very uncomfortable.

Mi Qiao immediately straightened his face, and said in a serious tone: "Ahem, okay, then I'll go first, you are busy!"

After he left, Lan Xi turned on the computer, found all the design materials and data of M13, and began to think about the design of new functions.

Before she had any ideas, Mo Jingchen called.

Lan Xi glanced outside, it was already dark, and she hadn't contacted Mo Jingchen all day.

After a few seconds of silence, she answered the phone.

"Hey!"

"doing what?"

Mo Jingchen's voice was gentle and clear, as pleasant as ever.

Even through the microphone, there is a different smell.

Lan Xi bit her lip and said, "I'm busy with work!"

"Huh? Work?"

Mo Jingchen expressed his doubts. During this period of time, she was actually busy with work, but she had never heard anything about work from her before.

And it was even more strange when the Spring Festival holiday was not over yet.

Lan Xi holds the phone in her right hand, and gently bites the thumbnail of her left hand in her mouth.

"I... have returned to Kyoto!"

After the words were finished, the person on the other end of the phone suddenly fell silent.

After a while, Mo Jingchen asked in a low voice, "Today?"

"Yes!"

Lan Xi responded, and then quickly added: "Because the incident happened suddenly and I left in a hurry, so I didn't contact you!"

After Mo Jingchen calmed down for a while, he said flatly, "It's okay!"

She spoke a little fast, from which it could be heard that she was trying her best to explain, so Mo Jingchen didn't say much.

After the voice fell, both of them fell into silence, as if neither of them planned to speak, they both held their mobile phones and did not speak.

"How soon will you be back?"

In the end, Mo Jingchen broke the silence and asked in a gentle voice.

"I still do not know yet!"

Lan Xi could only tell the truth, because she was afraid that it would take too long and make him wait too long.

"That's fine, you take good care of yourself over there!" Mo Jingchen confessed softly, "I won't disturb your workload, go to bed earlier."

"I do not……"

Lan Xi hadn't finished speaking when she heard a beeping sound from the microphone.

Mo Jingchen had already died.

Lan Xi clutched the phone in a daze, her eyebrows twisted into a twist.

She wanted to say that she didn't say he was interrupting her work.Originally, his tone was quite normal, but the sudden hanging up of the phone just now made Lan Xi realize, is he angry?

Because she left Enyang City without saying hello to him?
Lan Xi bit her lip, the more she thought about it, the more she felt that the tone of Mo Jingchen's words just now was not quite right, so she sighed deeply.

Over there in Enyang City.

After hanging up the phone, Mo Jingchen took a sip of water from the cup on the table, and then went downstairs.

The villa's furnishings are simple and luxurious. When he went downstairs, he found Zhuo Han lying on the sofa, holding his mobile phone, but he didn't know where his eyes fell.

Mo Jingchen looked at him, "What do you want for dinner?"

He originally wanted to ask Lan Xi to come out to have dinner together, but he didn't know that she was already far away in the capital, and the two of them separated inexplicably.

His volume is not too low, although the villa is big, but the two of them are facing each other so close, it is impossible for Zhuo Han not to hear.

But he didn't respond, his eyes were still fixed on the phone, obviously wandering.

Mo Jingchen narrowed his eyes, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and kicked his legs directly, "Where's the person?"

"Ah?" Zhuo Han didn't know why he was in a daze, he was startled by Mo Jingchen's kick, and replied: "What's wrong?"

Mo Jingchen asked again: "What would you like to have for dinner!"

When he heard that it was about food, Zhuo Han immediately lay back and hugged his phone as if he was not in the mood.

"Don't eat!"

"You don't want dinner?"

"Don't eat!"

It can be seen that Zhuo Han is very wrong today.

Mo Jingchen stood in front of him, staring at him for a while, carefully staring at his face, trying to see something from it.

"Look what, I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat, you can solve it yourself!" Zhuo Han noticed Mo Jingchen's scrutinizing gaze, and said angrily.

"Really?" Mo Jingchen raised his lips and pointed in the direction of the kitchen, "I'm not at home today, why did someone touch the kitchen? Don't tell you that this man who doesn't touch the sun's water even entered kitchen?"

Zhuo Han: "..."

He immediately had nothing to say.

"Tell me, who is here." However, Mo Jingchen did not intend to let him go.

Zhuo Han's expression was slightly awkward, as if he was embarrassed after being caught doing something shameful.

But in front of Mo Jingchen, there was nothing particularly embarrassing.

He cleared his throat, raised his chin arrogantly and said, "I'm hungry, can't I ask someone to come over and cook me a meal? Can I still report to you?"

Mo Jingchen's handsome face was calm, "There is no need to report, but I want to remind you that this is Mayor Su's territory, so enough is enough."

Even if Zhuo Han didn't say anything, Mo Jingchen knew that it was Su Menglai who had been here. Zhuo Han has never been interested in women, let alone in Enyang City, a place where he is extremely unfamiliar with letters, he would call any woman to come to him. Cook.

And Su Menglai is in Enyang City, so you don't need to guess or think about it, it must be her.

After being warned by Mo Jingchen, Zhuo Han pursed his lips and remained silent, as if he hadn't heard it.

He was so stubborn, Mo Jingchen didn't bother to say anything, but continued to say: "What do you want to eat!"

It never occurred to him that Mo Jingchen, who usually doesn't care much about food, is obsessed with one meal.

Zhuo Han sat up from the sofa, finally found something, looked at Mo Jingchen, "You are very strange tonight, who messed with you?"

Mo Jingchen didn't speak, just grabbed the car keys and went out.

Zhuo Han narrowed his eyes, got up and followed.

Mo Jingchen drove Zhuo Han all the way to a bar, Zhuo Han looked at the name of the shop, forgot!

Are the names of bars nowadays so literary?
I didn't know that after I went in, I realized that the style inside was more artistic.

This is not a very lively bar, but a quiet bar, where there are only people drinking and chatting quietly, there is no such phenomenon of singing, dancing, and getting drunk like crazy.

Zhuo Han sat down and said puzzledly: "Aren't the old people coming to this kind of place? You're welcome."

Mo Jingchen ordered two bottles of wine, filled two glasses without saying a word, and handed a glass to Zhuo Han.