Mo Shao's little feather

Duanmuhan, who was busy signing documents, rang his personal cell phone, and looked up at the wall clock on the opposite wall. It was time for Mo Xin to get off the plane.

He took the phone and saw that it was Mo Xin calling.

"Hey, Boss, you're here." Duanmuhan took a sip of water and took a few minutes to rest while taking advantage of the time.

Everyone is envious of the president, but in Duanmuhan's opinion, there is nothing good about it.

It's almost exhausting!

"Yeah." Mo Xin responded lightly, and said, "If I want you to tell it, did you tell... him?"

The corners of Duanmuhan's mouth twitched. Sure enough, the call was not for him. He said that he had never seen Mo Xin so caring in so many years. He came to report his safety as soon as he got off the plane.

Thinking of the previous misunderstanding, Duanmuhan couldn't help but be afraid to ask for benefits, "Boss! I want scare fee!"

"What did you say?" Mo Xin's dangerous voice came from the opposite side, and Duan Muhan's whole body trembled with goosebumps. "Did you do something to make him unhappy?"

"Is it okay to be wronged?" Duanmuhan didn't care about taking advantage of himself, so he hurriedly separated the relationship. This matter has nothing to do with him. "It's not you, and I didn't tell anyone when I left. The little guy thought you moved away, so I came directly to the company and planned to pack up and leave. Fortunately, I was smart enough to send you back and wait in the office, otherwise something will happen. But There was also a little misunderstanding, when he saw me, he thought it was you who asked me to drive him away!"

"Drive him away?" Mo Xin's face darkened half, in Zhongli Yuyu's heart, is he that kind of person?

It was his fault that he left without saying goodbye, but what kind of reason is driving someone away.

"Don't worry, I've already explained everything clearly." Duanmuhan said, then paused and said, "However, I don't think you have any misunderstandings about this matter. I think the little guy still cares about you. You said, he almost cried after he thought you had moved out, it looks so pitiful... hello?" Duanmuhan stared at his mobile phone, almost staring at a hole.

After a while, Duanmuhan muttered angrily, "Who is it, hang up if you say so!"

If you ask anything you want to know, just hang up the phone, it's really crossing the river and tearing down the bridge!

Mo Xin held the phone, her eyes were dark and turbulent.

When Duanmuhan said that Zhongli Yuyu almost cried, his heart suddenly ached.

He knew Duanmuhan's character. Although he looked out of tune, he was a careful person. He definitely didn't want to make him worry, but also wanted him to take the initiative.

However, it also showed that Zhongli Yuyu was crying.

Mo Xin never thought of making Zhongli Yuyu cry, because he couldn't bear it.

"I'm sorry." Mo Xin apologized in her heart, she slid her finger over the number on the screen, but in the end she still didn't dial it.

He never thought that he would become such a coward one day.

Obviously, it has always been wishful thinking and unrequited love, but now I am afraid that it is just unrequited love.

In this life, Mo Xin would probably only be timid when facing Zhongli Yuyu.

After two days of observation, Duanmuhan found that Mo Xin had really become an ostrich.

He actually didn't contact Zhongli Yuyu at all.

No need to ask, just look at Zhongli Yuyu's distraught look, wishing that the day would pass in the blink of an eye, it's too obvious.

It's just that these two people obviously care about each other.

Will you die if you take the initiative?

In today's society, how easy it is to contact a person, a text message, a phone call, and various other communication software.

But why is it so difficult?

I really want him to die!

No, he has to find someone to complain about, or he will really be suffocated to death.

【Duanmu: Come out! ! ! ! 】

Duanmuhan has always been lazy outside of work, and even called his surname directly by name, which is worthy of being friends with Mo Xin.

Baiyi No. [-] was sorting out the list to be replaced this week, and was so surprised by Duanmuhan that he almost made a mistake in the code.

White Clothes No. [-] was helpless, but he didn't dare to ignore it, so he could only put aside the matter at hand.

[No. [-] in White: Uncle Duanmu, what is the summoning?]

Generally, apart from Mo Xin scratching the wall angrily and asking Duan Muhan for comfort, or Duan Muhan complaining about Mo Xin, there is basically no connection between the two.

really.

[Duanmu: Number five, tell me, is Mo Xin crazy? 】

【White Clothes No. [-]: ...】

On the other side of the computer, Number Five in White remained silent. He was his immediate boss, and he must not offend anyone on the spur of the moment.

[Duanmu: Speak, don't pretend to be dumb, have you complained a lot before?Do you want me to tell Mo Xin one by one? 】

No. [-] in white instantly burst into tears, without such a threat.

[No. [-] in White: Uncle Duanmu, please don't do this, okay?The little ones just mess around, please let me go]

【Duanmu: Stop rambling, tell me, is he insane】

Duanmuhan didn't know that Mo Xin was a pervert, and Zhongli Yuyu couldn't be better, these two were going to kill him, a bystander!

【White Clothes No. [-]: If you say yes, it is】

It's nothing, I have to force people to say that my boss is a pervert, QAQ hopes that his bonus will not be affected.

He had some trouble with the big boss before, and he is trying to change his image.

[Duanmu: Cut, those of you who write are treacherous]

Seeing this sentence, No. [-] in white almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

He actually said he was treacherous!Isn't there a saying in this world that there is no business without profiteers?It's not his turn to say rape.

[No. [-] in White: Hey, I don’t dare to be that, I’m nothing in this matter]

【Duanmu: Alright, it's really boring】

[No. [-] in white: smirk]

[Duanmu: Just be stupid, I will let Mo Xin write the next book and change the editor]

[White Clothes No. [-]:! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 】

[No. [-] in White: QAQ begging for mercy from Mr. Duanmu]

His annual year-end award can be the top, the biggest credit is the text of the BOSS-sama, if he is replaced, he will cry to death.

【Duanmu: Hmph! 】

Duanmuhan bullied Baiyi No. [-], he finally felt better, and without comforting others, he went offline directly to continue working.

For a period of time after the evil Baiyi No. [-], I was afraid that the notice of changing editors would suddenly come down, and my colleagues thought that he was feeling restless every day because he was out of the order.

White Clothes No. [-] felt bitter in his heart, but he couldn't say it.

After Mo Xin talked with Duanmuhan on the phone that day, whenever he was not working, he would edit text messages with his mobile phone.

However, every time he edited it, he deleted it again.

Over and over again, over and over again, without a single text message being fully edited.

At the end of a day's work early, he went out alone to get some fresh air. In front of a particularly elegant bookstore, he saw a young girl carefully selecting books of exquisite letter paper and beautiful envelopes.

Mo Xin's eyes lit up suddenly, and he didn't care about the way other people looked at him, so he went over to buy two light-colored and elegant letter papers, turned around and went back to the hotel.

Sitting at the desk in the room, Mo Xin took his own pen and wrote stroke by stroke on the spread out letter paper.

This was probably the most serious writing he had ever written in his life. His beautiful handwriting had become clumsy at this moment, like a beginner.

However, after leaving Yuyu behind, he suddenly didn't know what to write.

This pen, which has signed countless big cases, suddenly became embarrassing here.

He thought for a while, wrote a paragraph on the paper, then tore it off with a frown.

Write it on, tear it off again.

That day, Mo Xin wrote most of the night and tore off half of the letter paper, leaving only four words on the paper besides the signature.

I like you.

Looking at these words, Mo Xin finally showed a relieved smile.

Maybe it's not that difficult to tell him what he likes, right?

One week, but seven days.

In the past, Zhongli Yuyu spent countless seven days alone, and never had such a difficult day.

I wish that the days would be like a calendar written on paper, and it would pass by tearing it off at once.

During these days, he also thought a lot.

Loving someone is not as difficult as he thought, maybe it's because of that person, or at this time, in short, he understands that he can no longer treat Mo Xin simply as a big brother or a roommate.

Because no one misses an idol, a roommate, that much.

At six o'clock in the afternoon on Sunday, Duanmuhan told him when Mo Xin would come back, and it would probably be at night when he arrived home.

That day Zhongli Yuyu went to the supermarket to buy a lot of fresh fruits and vegetables, and prepared some of Mo Xin's favorite dishes, but the rice went from hot to cold, and the sky changed from dark to white, and Mo Xin didn't come back.

For the whole night, Zhongli Yuyu sat on the sofa in the living room, hugging the pillow like a fool, and sat there all night.

Not even a redundant action.

The morning sun was shining on his body from the window, and Zhongli Yuyu's eyelashes finally blinked on his face, showing a wry smile for a long time.

Don't be silly, he really moved away and won't come back.

Zhongli Yuyu felt that he was a bit cold, even though the weather was hot and there were few people covered with quilts at night, he felt extremely cold at this moment.

Trembling, he wanted to pull the towel quilt on the other end of the sofa, when he suddenly heard the sound of the key turning the door.

Standing in the air with his hand outstretched, Zhongli Yuyu looked up at the gate.

The door was gently opened, and Mo Xin, dressed in dust and dust, appeared at the door.

He looked a bit embarrassed, his hair was slightly messed up, his suit was wrinkled, and he was carrying a large suitcase.

Zhongli Yuyu just stared at him blankly, as if she couldn't believe what she saw.

Mo Xin brought the things in, closed the door gently, turned around and suddenly found that the person he thought was sleeping was sitting on the sofa looking at him like a dumb wooden doll.

The moment he saw him, a gentle smile finally appeared on Mo Xin's face, and the emergency meeting this night seemed less tiring.

"Mo Xin?" Zhongli Yuyu heard it hesitantly, but the voice was very low, as if the person in front of him would disappear if it was louder.

"It's me, I'm back." Before Mo Xin finished speaking, Zhongli Yuyu suddenly stood up, her already numb legs and feet couldn't bear it, and she threw herself forward.

Mo Xin was startled, and took the man into her arms with a stride, just about to reprimand him for his recklessness, but after hearing his choked up voice, she couldn't speak anymore.

Feeling the familiar breath and warm body temperature, Zhongli Yuyu finally regained the sense of reality, tears fell down suddenly.

He hugged Mo Xin's waist tightly, choked up and said, "I miss you."

Mo Xin's eye circles were slightly red, and a tear fell on Zhongli Yuyu's hair. After so many years, finally...

"Sorry, I miss you too."

Special, special thought, I have thought about it for seven years.

The author has something to say:

New Year's Eve.

I wish you all happiness and health, and may your dreams come true in the coming year!

happy New Year!babies!