Winter in Beijing is much colder than in Lin City, and the snow is half a foot thick. In the evening, it was as dark as a deep hole. Mu Hanxia walked downstairs against the wind, said goodbye to several colleagues, and walked towards Lin Mochen's house.
On the clothing business side, she also needs to represent Lin Mochen, who often comes over to communicate and take care of him. This time she was obedient and stayed at his house temporarily. But of course he didn't sleep in his big master bedroom, but in the guest room.
It feels kind of weird. Looking at his big empty house, it is clear that the house has a simple and cold temperament, but there are traces of his life everywhere. The row of shirts in the cupboard, the razor in the bathroom, men's perfume, and a thin light gray blanket on the sofa, did he put it on him when he felt cold at home alone
It will also be a little distracted, imagining that in the future, if both of them return to Beijing, as he said, they will live in this house together. That kind of getting along day and night, looking up and not seeing down. It must be a very intimate relationship.
To be with him, to live together, to have an indescribably close relationship. Thinking about it made her stunned.
She sat on his dark leather sofa with a blanket over her body and a bento bought downstairs, smiling slightly as she ate.
In fact, the relationship between Lin Mochen and her can't really be described as strong. The night he confessed to her, she really felt deeply affectionate and could not resist. But at work and in life, he is still calm and rational. If necessary for work, he would still arrange for her to come to Beijing on business. He won't be too impulsive and won't leave her. His enthusiasm for her is more manifested in the dead of night, when the two are alone. Let her see his tenderness and strength, and the desires of the man he repressed.
This kind of feeling, in fact, is really faint, as if there has been no way to release it particularly drippingly. Because he gathers less and leaves more, because he is methodical and restrained. But Mu Hanxia looked back and thought, isn't he also such a person? They are already very tacit business partners. Even if they can't suppress their love later, they will have common tacit understanding and rationality.
She thought that maybe their relationship was not very deep and strong. She knew their relationship and was always disturbed by many things. But like Lin Mochen, she believes that this situation is only temporary. After this period is over, the overall situation of the career has been set, and their love will develop very well.
And who said that on such a winter night, the affection in their hearts did not grow silently
If you miss Cao Cao, Cao Cao will come. Lin Mochen's call came.
Mu Hanxia stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the falling snow in the vast city.
"Hello." She smiled before saying a word, "Is something wrong?"
His voice also seemed to have the cool and wet breath of Lin City: "Well. The B plot in Cao Dasheng's hands has been obtained."
Mu Hanxia was quiet for a few seconds, then smiled.
"congratulations."
"When are you coming back?"
"Just a few more days. I'll do it as soon as possible."
"Okay." His voice was slow and lazy, and Mu Hanxia could almost imagine Qing Jun sitting on the sofa in the room, looking at the night scene outside the window.
"This piece of land is larger than Land A. There is a small piece of land in the northwest corner with the best views," he said. "I plan to circle it, keep it, and build a small villa."
Mu Hanxia: "Oh, okay."
He was silent for a while and said, "Where will we live together in the future?"
In Mu Hanxia's heart, there was a sudden burst of warmth, which never invaded. She was never one to cry easily, but her eyes suddenly turned red when she heard his calm words at this moment. Perhaps it is because of the grievances of separation, perhaps because of the loneliness of the cold night, or perhaps, because of this promise, there is a meaning of home.
The home that he and she, such two people, both long for
She replied in a low voice, "Then I have to think about it."
Lin Mochen laughed in a low voice, with a determined gesture.
Mu Hanxia couldn't help but smile.
"come back earlier."
"Well. Mo Chen... I miss you."
The 26-year-old Lin Mochen was sitting in a high-rise building in the center of the bustling city in the southwest, with his shirt and tie still unbuttoned. He looked up at the drizzle and misty night outside the window with a smile on his face.
"I miss you too."
—
When going to work the next day, Mu Hanxia received a call from Lao Fang again.
He brought a piece of good news: "Xiaomu, I read your application materials and said that there is no problem. However, a written test and a video interview will be arranged, and the time is relatively tight, so it will be arranged tomorrow. What do you think? "
Mu Hanxia was nervous and excited, of course he said yes. Since Lao Fang greeted her that time, she has been taking time to review English and some courses. When she stayed in Beijing, she also spent a lot of time in this area.
Lao Fang told her some precautions and hung up.
Mu Hanxia sat quietly for a while. The first thing that came to her mind was not whether she could pass the exam, but since she had eyes on her, she should have told Lin Mochen. Thinking of his words last night, the sweetness pervades and penetrates deep into my heart.
What if... he can't let go of his career here, and he is reluctant to let her go abroad? It's not that she didn't think about this problem. In fact, in such a situation, it was indeed difficult for her to make a choice.
She has always been a decisive person, and an idea popped into her mind: then follow your heart.
Where is her heart
Although her studies are important, she is so eager to turn her life around.
But is she willing to leave him
She didn't want to leave him. I don't want to leave this man.
However, on second thought, how could the situation get to such a serious level? What a calm and rational person he is, maybe he supports her going abroad more than she does. Moreover, he is so embarrassed now, maybe she will go abroad, and the two fly back and forth every month, and it is not unaffordable.
Mu Hanxia decided to call him when he got home from get off work tonight.
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Lin Mochen's cell phone rang after ten o'clock that night.
He has returned to the hotel, sitting on the sofa reading a magazine. The development of the B plot has also begun. Plot A, which is cooperating with Rongyue, has also entered the main construction stage. The overall situation has been decided, but he is more leisurely than the previous paragraph.
The phone rang and he smiled slightly. Picked it up and took a look, but didn't pick it up right away.
It wasn't her who called, it was Sun Zhi.
Sun Zhi rarely called his boss at such a time.
Unless, 100,000 hurry.
Outside the window, it was already dark. The stars are hidden, and the cold wind brings fine snow. Lin Mochen held the phone, stared at it for a few seconds, dropped the magazine in his hand, and picked it up.
—
Mu Hanxia had a lot of things to do today, and it was past eleven o'clock when he got home. But she reckoned that he hadn't slept yet, and she had to tell him about today's matter, so she didn't want to keep it in her heart.
She had actually figured it out. Either he is willing or not. Either gentle or strong. As long as the two face each other calmly, that's fine.
As soon as I got home, I slid into his blanket, tucked into the sofa, and called him.
"Beep-beep-beep-beep-"
Got through, but no one answered.
Mu Hanxia was startled. It stands to reason that at this point in time, he should be done with anything. Moreover, he has always been energetic, and at this time, he must not have slept.
Why don't you answer the phone
She thought for a while, and then called the landline of his hotel room.
Still no one answered.
Maybe there is something urgent to do
Mu Hanxia thought about it this way, went to wash up, changed clothes, and then lay down on the bed.
It was nearly twelve o'clock at night.
She lay down for a while, then suddenly got up again, called his mobile phone, called his landline, but no one answered. She thought about it, and called Sun Zhi again, but still no one answered.
Mu Hanxia sat for a while, and then raised his head, only to see the blurred starlight outside the window, which was covered by clouds. It was a long and silent winter in the north.