Life idiot.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

In the middle of the night, the phone ringtone rang over and over again, and the screen flashed with blue light in the room, making it very cunning.

Anran sniffed, wiped away the tears that had fallen on her face, and walked over to pick them up.

Pick it up and saw it-

"..." She choked up and couldn't speak immediately. Mo... it turned out to be Mo...

She bit her lip, and she was struggling with her fingers, not knowing whether to press the switch or hang up. Before she decided, she found that her hands had just trembled and had already pressed the "recommended" button!

Above, one second, two seconds... Time is jumping!!

Hearing that there was no movement inside, Mo Huaiyuan's hoarse voice was on the other side and said uncertainly: "Hey?"

"...hey?" An Ran answered, and the voice was a little abrupt against the night, "That... are you?"

She asked this on purpose.

After coming to Maicheng, she changed the number directly. Few people have this number now.

Unexpectedly, the opposite side snorted coldly, with a hint of ridicule in his voice: "Don't recognize it? If it's a number you don't recognize, you will

Answer? I have taught you since you have your first mobile phone. Don’t just pick up strange numbers in the middle of the night.”

More than ten years ago, he did teach that a young and promising man who had just entered the workplace handed a new red flip phone into her palm and said, "Don't answer the strange number in the middle of the night, half of it is a disturbance and half a ghost call, of course, except me."

"Hmph, do you know it's midnight? I tell you that the south is all day and night, and nightlife is rich. Don't say one or two o'clock in the middle of the night, I'm still having fun when you call at three or four o'clock. If you don't believe me..." She was about to say if you don't believe me, she stopped talking, "Anyway, I have a large group of friends around me now. What are you going to do? Tell me quickly, I'm busy."

Mo Huaiyuan's voice was very tired and he said hoarsely: "Go to bed, or sit somewhere else, don't stand barefoot on the ground."

"..." She hissed, frowned and looked at her bare feet, cursing that this man would be bald at a young age. She thought so much and guessed so accurately. Are you tired?

"What are you doing now? Are you communicating with your feelings?" An Ran sneered, sitting on the bed shaking her feet, "But I remember you told me that you would not follow me, nor would you wait for me on the spot. You tried so hard to get my new number. Secretary Mo, you are very different from your words and deeds."

Different words and deeds.

On the other side, Mo Huaiyuan leaned against the swivel chair, frowned, and covered his hands to the center of his eyebrows and squeezed them tightly.

Yes, he has different words and deeds.

No matter how cruel the words or how cruel the things he did, he couldn't be cruel. He always mocked her for being accused of being accused of Hosran, but he couldn't stop himself. The little girl who had been guarding for so many years was not around, and he was not at ease wherever he left.

Frowning, a slightly impatient tone, very slow, very slow: "I still have some things to be busy with, you can... be fine..."

Huh? Just hung up?

An Ran was slightly confused and relieved as she listened to the buzzing ringtone over there. Her sweat had long been soaked in her tight palms.

After experiencing such a thing, he was as cruel as Hell. How could she not be afraid or careless?

But from the moment I heard that he had a fiancée and was about to get married, this complex was slowly let go. An Ran would laugh at himself in his heart: What are you afraid of? Are you still worried that he will be interested in you? Do you have any intentions? Stop being funny, An Ran, he is going to get married.

If you were in the past, you would be afraid that someone would pounce on him and hurt him at any time. Now, you don’t have to be afraid.

Although it is still a long way from being so unhappy before.

But it's better, and there will be no news from now on.

Anran lay down with the quilt in her arms, her eyes slightly wet, because she had been to Maicheng to recuperate her love, and it was already very miserable that she could not get the man she loved the most in her life. She didn't want to lose the guardian god who had been waiting for for many years. Although the god who protected her also took away her most precious things and had a deep attempt at her.

Just do it.

sleep.

Everything will be fine until tomorrow. Starting from tomorrow, you must learn to not listen to news from the north again, learn to forget completely.

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"Anran, come on."

The next day.

I just took the bag to the office door and was stopped by my leader.

"Okay." She was drinking with a cup of soy milk in her mouth. The fried dough sticks hidden in her bag were about to seep oil from the plastic bag. When the leader called her, she had to put everything on.

"There are a general technical supervisors who come to us to observe and study regularly. In the future, they may be promoted to a mayoral or above position. Come and take a look. It will be here in a few days. Remember to take a few people from the department to pick them up."

"Mayor's or above?" An Ran felt a little funny, "In the future, those who want to be officials use technical guidance as a springboard, and I don't want to accept such a person."

"Hey, I'm a regular person who has returned from abroad. I have passed the technical level but I don't have a title. I said I want to be promoted to the municipal level or above because of my family background, political marriage, etc., you know." The leader explained a few briefly.

"good."

"How is it? Is it still quite adaptable to coming to the south?" the leader asked her with a smile.

"..." An Ran's lips collapsed. Is it considered adaptation? She couldn't get used to the unauthentic pasta from the south. She looked for a northern restaurant every day when she was hungry. A halal noodle restaurant let her eat it for a whole month. Is this considered adaptation?

Seeing her miserable appearance, the leader smiled, "You, you'll find a southern man to marry, you love your wife, know how to cook, and you still listen to your words."
Chapter completed!