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    Chapter 9

    "Of course you have to remember your things clearly."

    When Mo Shuang said this, she straightened up and came closer, with a smile on her face and bright eyes. Naturally, her hands on the table unconsciously closed and clenched, as if she wanted to sit upright in class.

    Zhuo Weilan came to his senses and felt that he was being stared at like a teacher giving grades. One sentence could decide whether Mo Shuang would cry or laugh.

    In short, Mo Shuang seems to be

    Looking for praise?

    The Mo Shuang in front of him was so obedient, Zhuo Weilan was in a daze, and the emotion of turning over and taking charge emerged disobediently, and came to his mouth, turning into a sentence to show his strong position, and he didn't want to say more, "Be good, do it."  Not bad.¡±

    Mo Shuang¡¯s smile deepened, ¡°Yeah.¡±

    "" Zhuo Weilan couldn't hold back his expression anymore and burst into laughter, "Are you 18 or 3 years old? You still need praise."

    Just as the waiter brought the drink, Mo Shuang helped her put it in front of her, adjusted the straw to the direction where it was easier to drink, and replied seriously, "I'm already 25."

    Last night, I carried people upstairs to bring tea and water. I chased people to deliver breakfast in the morning. I suddenly showed up during lunch break and wanted to have lunch together. Now I have to considerately adjust the direction of even a straw so that she can reach it as she moves forward

    Zhuo Weilan saw the series of meticulous care in his eyes, and no longer panicked. He got used to it. He took a sip of the fragrant and delicious juice, curled his lips and whispered back, with a hint of coquettishness in his tone unknowingly.  It's sweet, "Okay~"

    When Mo Shuang was happy, the corners of her lips curled up to the sky.

    "That's right." Zhuo Weilan remembered something important, "Did you ask Lao Zhang to send you here?"

    "Um."

    Zhuo Weilan thought thoughtfully, "Suddenly asked Lao Zhang to work overtime"

    Driver Lao Zhang has worked for the Mo family many years ago. He used to be Mo¡¯s father¡¯s exclusive driver. Later, he got older and couldn¡¯t bear the intensity of the work of being on call and following the boss everywhere, so he wanted to resign.  Mo's father missed his old friendship and asked Lao Zhang to pick up and drop off his family members, first his wife, then his daughter, and finally after looking around, he felt that his wife, Zhuo Weilan, had the least requirements, so he sent them as a driver.

    Zhuo Weilan often chats with Lao Zhang. Knowing that Lao Zhang¡¯s wife fell ill a year ago and his grandson was left unattended after school at noon, he said that he could just take a lunch break at the company and let Lao Zhang take care of his grandson.

    Now that Mo Shuang has brought Lao Zhang to her company, what will happen to her grandson?

    Zhuo Weilan couldn't help but worry, thinking about her words to tell Mo Shuang about the situation, but when she was about to speak, she remembered that three months ago when she went back to her parents' home without bothering Lao Zhang, she took a taxi and was scolded by Mo Shuang, and she felt lingering fear.  , dared not speak for a moment.

    In Mo Shuang¡¯s view, Lao Zhang received the driver¡¯s salary and acted as required. It was irresponsible for her to bear the unsafe risk of taking a taxi for the sake of so-called favors.

    Zhuo Weilan still felt a little aggrieved in retrospect.

    Why is it unsafe to take a taxi?  Why is she irresponsible to herself?  As for talking about it like this

    From then on, even if Zhuo Weilan took a taxi, he avoided mentioning the taxi in front of Mo Shuang. Lao Zhang was taught a lesson by Mo Shuang, and he reflected on himself. If he couldn't pick him up, he had to ask clearly, the license plate number, and whether he had one around him.  Are the people and drivers working for a regular company?

    She was lost in thought because of her memories and stopped mid-sentence.

    Mo Shuang waited quietly, and then called her softly, "Weilan, it's time to eat."

    "Oh." Zhuo Weilan took the chopsticks from Mo Shuang.

    Mo Shuang seemed to understand what she had just considered, and said proactively, "I already know the way. I don't need Lao Zhang to send me there anymore, I can just do it myself."

    "Ahem." Zhuo Weilan choked on the noodle soup and asked in disbelief, "Are you coming again in the future?"

    Mo Shuang blinked, "Can't you?"

    "No," Zhuo Weilan wiped her mouth, patted her chest to catch her breath, trying to calm down her flattered self, and muttered in a low voice, "You are not such a clingy person"

    She used "sticky" as a neutral word, a simple description, but Mo Shuang misunderstood it and lowered her eyes sadly, "I'm sorry, I just want to have lunch with you, I didn't mean to annoy you."

    Zhuo Weilan was stunned for a moment, looked up and saw Mo Shuang on the other side angrily stirring up the noodles in the bowl into a mess.

    "I didn't say you were annoyed." She quickly explained, "I'm just a little uncomfortable. Don't be upset"

    She was not used to the sensitive 18-year-old Mo Shuang, and she stuttered and struggled to comfort her.

    However, Mo Shuang has never been a glass-hearted person.The one to coax.

    "Are you just not used to it?" Mo Shuang looked for an opportunity and his eyes lit up, "Then I will reduce the frequency first and come once every two days. When you get used to it, you can come every day?"

    Zhuo Weilan was stunned.

    It¡¯s different from what she imagined. Why did Mo Shuang look like she was about to cry one second and then start negotiating terms with her the next?

    Seeing her silence, Mo Shuang thought for a moment before giving in, "Come once in three days?"

    Such a smart little guy!  No mention of the option to refuse at all!

    Zhuo Weilan was helpless and sighed secretly, but when she saw Mo Shuang raising her fingers to discuss seriously, looking determined to achieve her goal and refusing to give up, she felt a little happy in her heart - didn't she just want to have lunch with her?  Does it take so much effort?

    "Whatever." She chuckled, still maintaining an air of air on her face, and gave her favor in a compassionate tone. She lowered her head and scooped up the swollen noodles that had been soaked for a long time and started eating, not letting anyone notice her excited expression.  .

    Zhuo Weilan didn¡¯t swallow a mouthful when she heard Mo Shuang on the other side say softly, ¡°Thank you Weilan.¡±

    "Um."

    She answered perfunctorily, feeling happy:

    snort!  You have today too!

    ¡ª¡ª

    Being urged by the director in the morning, Zhuo Weilan was worried about the unfinished design and did not take time for a lunch break. He wanted to go upstairs and work overtime. After finishing the noodles, he sent Mo Shuang home, "You go back, I have work to do."

    Mo Shuang didn¡¯t have any temper at all, ¡°I¡¯ll pick you up in the afternoon, okay?¡±

    "good."

    What needed to be said was all said at once. Mo Shuang was unwilling to leave. Zhuo Weilan always felt that something was missing. He didn't say goodbye and looked around uncomfortably. He saw them reflected in the glass of the building, standing on both sides, far away.  Looking at each other, there is room for another person in the middle.

    Zhuo Weilan suddenly remembered the goodbye kiss Mo Shuang had given her while he pressed her on the passenger seat.

    but¡­¡­

    She glanced at Mo Shuang, who was standing quietly, and knew that this was impossible. She shook her head to drive away the intimate memories, broke the silence and said, "That's it, goodbye."

    Mo Shuang didn¡¯t say goodbye, but asked cautiously, ¡°Can I hug you?¡±

    "Okay." Zhuo Weilan was startled, and then quickly found a reason for herself: friendly strangers can hug each other as a sign of friendship. The two of them have so much history, it doesn't matter if they hug each other.

    Mo Shuang smiled, took two steps forward, stretched out his hand and took her in his arms.

    Zhuo Weilan felt a pair of hands with nowhere to place solemnly patted her shoulders. The strength was weak. It was not as strong as the nervous and chaotic breathing in her ears. It was less powerful than hugging her waist and blowing air and kissing her ears before she lost her memory.  Not good enough.

    Within three seconds, Mo Shuang stepped away, smiling contentedly for a Qingshui hug.

    Zhuo Weilan became even more shy, lowering his head and not daring to look at each other, "I'm going back, bye."

    After saying that, she turned around and walked into the building, fearing that her cheeks would turn red the next second and make Mo Shuang laugh.

    Back in the office, Zhuo Weilan poured a cup of tea and sat at the table trying to find a working state, but he still couldn't help but reminisce.

    How to describe this feeling?  very excited?  Heart pounding?

    She was thinking about it alone. When Tan Shaoshi came back from dinner, she took a look at it and made a rude comment.

    "You why do you look so dissatisfied with your desires?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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