"knock."
Mo Shangyun was taken aback.
She tilted her head in a trance, her murderous aura had not yet dissipated, with a strong sense of hostility and cleverness, her clear eyes were mixed with emotions that were difficult to explain, including confusion, hatred, doubts, self-blame... All kinds of emotions turned into soft thorns Generally piercing.
At the same time, the strength of her grip on the phone loosened, and the phone fell from her hand and fell to the table top, making a loud noise.
Mo Shangyun's eyes flashed, and he gradually recovered.
In just two seconds, in a trance, Yan Tianxing had time to confirm.
Mo Shangyun seemed to be back to normal.
However, he heard her voice stiff and indifferent, "Is something wrong?"
Yan Tianxing paused for a second, then said, "It's okay."
"Oh."
Mo Shangyun responded lightly.
She didn't even have the heart to deal with Yan Tianxing or even tease him.
Gradually, the hand holding the scratch paper loosened, she withdrew her gaze, and sat back on the office chair.
Yan Tianxing didn't go away, but still stood there, looking at her with a little doubt.
She tapped the keyboard with stiff fingers. She usually remembered all the keys and didn't even need to look at her, but she lowered her head and typed one by one. Maybe she didn't even know what she was typing. Literally deleted.
Played twice in a row and deleted twice.
Mo Shangyun looked at the document in front of him and let out a long sigh.
Then, he fell back, leaned on the back of the chair, raised his hand, and lowered the brim of his hat, covering his entire face.
Yan Tianxing still didn't leave.
Mo Shangyun had never seen such a person before, so he dared not leave.
"Yan Tianxing, I'm sick." Mo Shangyun said in a low voice.
The office was very quiet, and Yan Tianxing could hear clearly.
"Well." Yan Tianxing replied softly.
"I want to ask for leave." Mo Shangyun said again, in a calm tone.
After a short pause, Yan Tianxing asked, "How many days?"
"do not know."
"Okay, remember to come back."
"Oh."
Mo Shangyun responded perfunctorily.
Yan Tianxing left.
He wanted to go to the office, but he changed his mind temporarily and left the dormitory building.
The cafeteria will be very lively tonight, but the dormitory and office buildings are clean.
The huge space is left to her.
Mo Shangjun sat quietly on the chair, motionless, after a long time, his hand moved, his fingers grabbed the brim of the training hat, and slowly took off the training hat.
The broken hair was messy, and a little sprinkled on her forehead and between her eyebrows, which made her more and more tired.
She picked up the phone on the table.
Not broken, she turned on the screen and entered the call log.
There is a confidentiality process over there, and there is no number in the latest call record.
She lowered her eyelids feebly, her fingers idly pulling the call log.
The phone has not been changed for a long time, and the call records are very long, but there are not many recent ones.
Pulling and pulling, and finally, her finger rested on a note.
"Cen Yan".
She clicked her name and dialed the phone.
The phone rang three times and was quickly connected.
Mo Shangjun handed the phone to his ear and called out softly, "Mom."
"The training camp is over?" Cen Yan's voice came quickly.
"No."
"have you eaten?"
"..." Mo Shangyun frowned and thought for a while, recalling whether he had eaten or not, and finally answered truthfully, "Forget it."
"..." Cen Yan was silent for a while, then said, "I'll be polite, next time I'll just lie."
"Oh." Mo Shangjun didn't care about her, "Where is it?"
"Jingzhou, the Duan family is a guest." Cen Yan replied, and then asked, "What's the matter?"
"fine."
Mo Shangyun touched his nose.
"… something to say."
"Bye."
Mo Shangyun spat out two words.
"Wait a minute, have you got the car?" Cen Yan asked suddenly.
After thinking for a while, Mo Shangyun only thought of the key that Mo Shangshuang gave her, her eyes flashed, and she said, "Forget it."
"Go get it as soon as possible." Cen Yan had such a tone of voice.
"understood."
The phone went silent.
"Eh." Cen Yan said.
"Um?"
"Lovelorn?" Cen Yan asked.
"...No." Mo Shangyun was a little helpless.
Cen Yan frowned, "In your early twenties, apart from falling out of love, what else can make you half-dead?"
Mo Shangyun: "..."
"say."
After waiting for three seconds, Cen Yan urged.
"Ah." Mo Shangyun said perfunctorily.
"No money?"
"Have."
"Not going well with work?"
"No."
"...You let me guess again?" Cen Yan said with a bit of anger.
There is no problem with love, no problem with career, no problem with expenses... What else can be wrong
Of course, none of the above problems would make Mo Shangyun 'half-dead'.
"My Father-"
"You wait."
Before Mo Shangyun finished speaking, he was interrupted by Cen Yan.
By the time she came to her senses, the phone had already been hung up.
Mo Shangjun looked at the phone inexplicably, with an ominous premonition in his heart.
She called again, and there was a call over there.
About ten minutes passed.
Mo Shangyun almost forgot about the call, and the phone suddenly rang.
She glanced at it and was taken aback.
"Remarks: Mo Cang. 』
Mo Shangyun was stunned for two seconds, and after taking a sip of water, he took down the phone and answered.
"dad."
Mo Shangyun put the phone to his ear.
410、You can't hold on to the past