White Mantou and Miss Black Suit

Yang Huan asked Chen Yirou to go to the food festival that just opened on Hebin Road after get off work. It was said in the news that snacks from all over the country gathered there. rush over.

"It just so happens that there is no training today, and there are vouchers for the first day of the food festival." Yang Huan suggested enthusiastically.

Chen Yirou's eyes sparkled, and she almost agreed.

"But, Murphy asked me to go to her place after get off work." How could she forget this, Chen Yirou declined Yang Huan's invitation dejectedly.

Yang Huan looked at Chen Yirou with a surprised expression: "Does Mo Fei want to see you alone?"

"He said he wanted to tell me how to write a good copy."

"Please." Yang Huan patted Chen Yirou's back heavily, "It's a rare thing to have Mo Fei give you a little treat. I'm almost envious, okay? Why are you so unhappy?"

"Then why do you worship Murphy?" Chen Yirou didn't understand each other like Yang Huan.

"Because she is capable!" Yang Huan took it for granted, "There is no one in the e-commerce circle in City H who doesn't know about her, Mo Fei."

"Really so powerful?" Chen Yirou was dubious.

"Do you know Murphy's Law?"

Chen Yirou was confused: "Murphy's Law mentioned in "Interstellar"?"

Yang Huan despises her ignorance: "It's this Murphy, not that Murphy. Everyone knows that their own business is entrusted to Murphy, and it is guaranteed to make a steady profit."

Chen Yirou still didn't believe it: "So amazing?"

"Didn't you get close to her? One day you will understand." Yang Huan raised his face slightly, like a little fan looking up to the goddess, "Murphy is a myth."

Myth...Chen Yirou didn't have the nerve to hit her loudly, she just felt that Murphy was a little nervous.

"Anyway, it's a great thing that Mo Fei is willing to talk to you. You have to take this opportunity to hug her thigh and not let her go! Sooner or later, you will be able to look like a human being after following her. It's not a dream!" Mentioning Murphy, Yang Huan was so excited that he opened his arms and suddenly wrapped them tightly, making a standard movement of hugging his thighs.

Chen Yirou was speechless, and found an excuse to go back to the office, leaving Yang Huan alone in the cafeteria to daydream about meeting Murphy.

When it was time to get off work in the evening, the colleagues around clocked in, and those who worked overtime stayed to work overtime. Chen Yirou picked up the box under her feet, looked around like a thief, knocked on the door and entered Murphy's office.

Going in, besides Mo Fei, there are Xiaomi and two other colleagues in the office, one of whom is also the supervisor of another group.Chen Yirou was stunned immediately, and the two of them seemed surprised that she came to find Mo Fei, and looked at Chen Yirou with deep meaning in their eyes.

Mo Fei motioned Chen Yirou to sit on the sofa with his eyes: "Why are you standing there stupidly?"

Chen Yirou walked over to sit down with light movements, and watched Mo Fei talking about work with those people. It seemed that there was a problem with the Juhuasuan activity of a store. Murphy's words and deeds were cold all the way, and he listened to the two people's explanation in silence. Occasionally, he opened his mouth abruptly, and every word left the other party speechless.

The two big men stood in front of her, wiping the cold sweat off their foreheads with the back of their hands from time to time, looked at her, lowered their heads again, and said yes again and again without confidence.

Seeing this situation, Chen Yirou's heart became more and more heavy, she opened the "World's First-Class Copywriting" that she had been carrying with her all day, and nourished herself as if pouring ginseng soup when she was about to die.

"Okay, give me the solution before noon tomorrow. If I'm not in the office, I'll give it to Xiaomi." After Mo Fei finished speaking, he glanced at Chen Yirou vaguely.

After the person left, Chen Yirou closed the book, took a breath, held her breath, and put on a warm smile towards Murphy.

Suddenly, I felt that I had to thank God and thank Murphy for not making sarcastic attacks on himself who had written a bad copy.

"Manju, you're here." Mo Fei sat on the seat opposite Chen Yirou, glanced at the box next to her, and replaced it with a new, stronger box.

Chen Yirou nodded, feeling nervous about the teacher spot-checking the recitation of the text.

Murphy picked up the book on the coffee table and flipped through a few pages: "Have you finished reading all the books?"

"It's over." Looking at his unfathomable dark circles, he knew it must be over.

Murphy smiled: "Where is the easiest and most difficult part of copywriting?"

"Convey the meaning to the customer in a way that the customer likes." Chen Yirou paused after speaking, and was relieved to see Mo Fei's expression soften.

The second question followed: "Summary of several aspects of writing a good copy."

Chen Yirou fumbled for a while in vague thoughts, and slowly said: "Use colloquial vocabulary, extract key selling points, be concise and clear, pay attention to changing positions, and..."

"Emotional." Murphy said the last answer with certainty without reading the book.

When Chen Yirou heard it, she rubbed her head unconsciously, how could she forget this!After complaining about himself for a while, he looked up and saw Murphy staring at him with an unclear smile, his eyes were straight, as if he could pierce the titanium alloy plate in a second.

Murphy had the illusion of going back in time.

One evening that year, Chen Yirou made an appointment to meet her downstairs in a residential building that was about to be demolished. She took out her Chinese textbook from her schoolbag and turned to the page of "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring".

The illustration in the text draws a pleasant scene of a paradise, but the black and white stick figures are not so harmonious. Why is there a cat that looks like Doraemon behind the old man carrying a hoe?The child standing in a field is clearly Detective Conan.And that villain riding on a pig... isn't that Ultraman.

"I'm not looking at this." Chen Yirou folded up the messy illustrations in the textbook, picked up a pen and gave it to Mo Fei, "Help me write a few words in the textbook, just write memorized, Chen Kangtai."

Murphy immediately showed a confused expression and asked what it was for.

"The teacher asked us to go to the parents to memorize the text, and after the memorization, we will sign the textbook, and we will check it in class tomorrow." Chen Yirou looked at her expectantly, "Please, please."

Mo Fei thought for a while, then shook his head, Chen Yirou gave her a draft paper, and Mo Fei wrote a line on it: Why didn't you let your father sign it?

Chen Yirou rolled her eyes: "I don't memorize it fluently, my father won't let me pass because of his strict requirements."

Murphy wrote a few more strokes: "Then you memorize it again, it doesn't matter if you are not fluent, I will sign it for you after you recite it."

Chen Yirou cleared her throat and started reciting from the beginning. She stumbled a few times in the middle, but managed to pass the test.

When she couldn't think of the next words, Chen Yirou would frown and rub her head constantly. Mo Fei always remembered how she was thinking hard, until today when she saw her again, she felt a sense of cherishment that was lost and found again.

After signing that day, she asked Chen Yirou why she had to sign for her by herself. Chen Yirou said that her handwriting looked like an adult, and the teacher would not doubt it when she saw it.

What is the appearance of an adult?To this day, Murphy still doesn't understand this question that was too late to ask.

"Sister Fei." Chen Yirou called her.

Mo Fei regained his composure, and a smile reappeared on his face: "What does your lord look like... What does it look like?"

Chen Yirou was obviously stunned, blinked her eyes twice, and flapped her thick eyelashes again and again.

The smile was strong, the atmosphere was just right, and Mo Fei thought it was a good time to recognize himself when he said a word.

Chen Yirou held back for a long time and said, "Sister Fei, there is no such question in the book."

Mo Fei turned his face away, the burning heat in his heart dropped to freezing point in an instant, and he really wanted to find a quiet corner to cry for a while.

"Sister Fei, do you want to ask anything else?" Seeing that Mo Fei had stopped talking, Chen Yirou really didn't like the dull atmosphere, so she politely asked the other party to beat her with questions.

"No." Murphy supported the armrest of the sofa with one hand, and rested his forehead as if he was extremely tired.

"Sister Fei, are you tired?" Chen Yirou yelled one after another, unconsciously wondering if she had a subconscious mind to hug her thigh?

How can it be!She is an extremely upright socialist young man!

But why did he care about Murphy's slight emotional changes?Chen Yirou found an excuse for herself, knowing that Mo Fei was older than herself, and it was normal for her to respect the old and love the young.

"It's okay," Murphy said.

"Sister Fei, do you have a headache?"

The person who misses you day and night is right in front of you, and what you have said is so obvious that it is still useless. Can I not have a headache?

"A little." He sighed softly.

"I'll give you a little head massage." Chen Yirou said weakly.

Murphy was shocked: "Really..."

The villain in my mind is already dancing happily, every cell in my body seems to be clamoring loudly: "Press me, press me, press me..."

Murphy couldn't help swallowing: "Then I'll trouble you..."

Chen Yirou lowered her head and said in a soft voice, "It's no trouble, Sister Fei, would you like to lie down? It will be more comfortable."

No matter what the posture is, as long as it is what you request, it will satisfy you without hesitation!Mo Fei hurriedly lay down on the three-person sofa, and waited for Chen Yirou to come around behind him, fearing that others would see through his ecstasy, so he pretended to cultivate himself and closed his eyes.

Chen Yirou bent down and gently pressed the thumbs of both hands on the position of Mo Fei's temples. Because her mother had migraines, Chen Yirou had learned some simple massage methods to help her mother relieve the pain.

"Is the strength okay?" Chen Yirou opened her mouth only a dozen centimeters away from Mo Fei, and her moist and hot breath sprayed on Mo Fei's face. The feeling was so crisp that her heart would break.

"Very good..." Mo Fei couldn't help swallowing, his voice trembling slightly.

Seeing that Mo Fei closed his eyes, Chen Yirou looked at him a few more times with great embarrassment.Although Murphy was tall, he was slim and had a small face.Chen Yirou freed one hand, and secretly opened it to make a gesture, which was only a circle bigger than her own palm.

I don't know if it's because of the makeup, but Mo Fei's skin is very good. There is no trace of acne or spots on his fair face. A woman who is about [-] years old doesn't even have a trace of fine lines.

Looking at Mo Fei's facial features, they are not only exquisite, but also very distinctive. Chen Yirou looked carefully, her forehead is plump, her nose bridge is high, her lips are slightly upturned in a relaxed state, she is unavoidably amazed, she really looks good...

Are Murphy's eyelashes fake?No one's eyelashes grow like this, thick and slender like feathers.

No, I have seen such a person before, Chen Yirou stopped her movements.

"What's wrong?" Murphy opened his eyes blankly, the temperature of his blood was almost boiling, how could he stop at this time!

Chen Yirou chuckled and continued to press: "It's okay, it's okay."

I was confused when I actually connected these two people together, there is no similarity at all, okay?He was clearly a peaceful and beautiful young man, but Mo Fei was just a strange aunt with uncertain weather.

Although calling her aunt is a bit exaggerated... Although this aunt is a bit beautiful...

Chen Yirou stopped again.

Hey?this is?

"What's the matter?" Murphy asked in a good voice when he was burning.

"Sister Fei..." Chen Yirou was sure that she read it right, and said in disbelief, "You have a nosebleed."