After doing these things, Mossen stood up and prepared to leave.
Feng Yue, who was standing by, was paying close attention to his movements. Seeing that he had already walked out of the office, she became anxious and quickly chased after him.
Just as Mossen was about to enter the elevator, someone grabbed his wrist. Turning back, he saw Feng Yue, who looked hurried.
He lowered his head, and his cold gaze fell on Feng Yue's hand that was holding his wrist.
Feng Yue also felt it and immediately let him go in disappointment.
"Is there something?" He glanced at Feng Yue indifferently.
"You, are you leaving again?" Feng Yue bit her lip and asked in a low voice.
He has been on leave for many days, and no one in the office knows why he took the leave. For Feng Yue, who likes him, she naturally hopes to see him every day.
Hearing her words, Mossen frowned unconsciously: "Does this have anything to do with you?"
Feng Yue suddenly felt her face getting hot. Indeed, this had nothing to do with her. It was his freedom to leave or stay, and she had no right to ask.
But she just couldn't help but want to care about him.
Besides, she actually already knew that he was particularly caring towards the writer named Rouwanzi in his group.
She was actually very curious. Given his personality of not getting close to anyone, why would he care so much about a third-rate writer
Could it be that he fell in love with that meatball
"Huahua, I heard about the meatball incident." She said after thinking for a while.
Not only her, but everyone in the editorial department knew about it.
The editor-in-chief of the other website has come to negotiate with their editor-in-chief, how could they not know about this
Hearing this, Mossen glanced at her coldly and said, "I have already dealt with her affairs. Take care of the people in your group. As for my people, please do not bother to worry about them."
Feng Yue's face froze and he didn't know what to say.
But this also made her certain of one thing.
Huahua really cared about that third-rate writer Rouwanzi. She just asked a few questions and he defended Rouwanzi.
This has never happened before.
Although Huahua didn't pay much attention to her before, at least she didn't speak to her so coldly.
"Huahua, I'm just curious."
Mossen looked away from her face expressionlessly. At this moment, the elevator door opened.
When he stepped into the elevator, he paused, and a cold voice sounded faintly: "Put away your thoughts, some things will never be possible."
As soon as he finished speaking, the elevator door closed.
Feng Yue stood there, looking at the closed elevator door, biting her lower lip tightly, her face pale, and her eyes turned red in an instant.
She naturally knew what Mossen meant.
He has explained it so clearly, if she still doesn't understand, she would be a fool.
But, once she falls in love, it's impossible for her to give up so easily.
Meatball, right? She wanted to see who he was.
Feng Yue rubbed his eyes, turned around and walked back to the editing studio.
Mossen took the elevator downstairs, and as soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he received a call.
After hearing what was said on the other end of the phone, Mossen's expression became a little impatient.
It seems that I will have to go back late today.
He hung up the phone and was about to call Song Xi, only to realize that he was in such a hurry to go out that his phone was not charged.
The battery is only 3% left, I can't make any calls anymore.
Mossen sighed and put his phone away.
At this time, Song Xi, who was at home, saw that the time was getting later and later, and Mo Sen still hadn't come back, and she couldn't help but start to get anxious.
I called his phone, but it was turned off.