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    After seeing the evidence, Zhuo Weilan began to think carefully about what happened last night.

    She hugged Mo Shuang to comfort her, and while she was half asleep and half awake, she felt something rubbing around her. When she pushed it, it disappeared for a moment, and then came back again after a while.  This kind of interruption is gentle and restrained, caressing every place and paying special attention to the corners of her lips. When she turns her head irritably, it will slowly move to the cold skin exposed outside the quilt. It is comfort and seduction.

    The last bit of sanity left by Zhuo Weilan made her open her eyes. She didn't see the particularly flirtatious "disturbance", nor the nibbling teasing. What she saw was the girl curled up in her arms.  Mo Shuang, there was only pitiful sobbing in his ears.

    Where is the harassment?  She must have been confused by her sleep.

    She touched Mo Shuang¡¯s hair and closed her eyes again.

    Unable to resist the overwhelming sleepiness, Zhuo Weilan fell asleep and had a beautiful and realistic dream - she went to a misty place, surrounded by soft clouds, and followed the breeze, rising and falling.  Can't tell the difference between hot and cold.

    Now, she finally understood why she had such a wonderful feeling.

    Zhuo Weilan touched the marks on her body and stared at the mirror for a long time. She was trembling all over, not knowing whether it was from cold or anger.

    As expected, Classmate Mo is also a pushover, and he shrewdly chooses places where she can¡¯t see him!

    Zhuo Weilan's face darkened, he checked himself and thought about it again, and found that classmate Mo was not brave enough to kill him first and then play the game later. He calmed down a little, changed his clothes calmly, and strode downstairs.

    In the living room, Mo Shuang was sitting on the sofa waiting. When he saw her coming downstairs, he straightened up and sat upright. The smile on his face could be interpreted as "well-behaved".

    Zhuo Weilan finally understood that everything was an illusion.

    "Mo Shuang!" Zhuo Weilan walked up to him angrily, pointed at Mo Shuang and asked, "You last night"

    As soon as she opened her mouth, Mo Shuang smiled and lowered his eyes in the blink of an eye, feeling extremely lonely.

    Zhuo Weilan's words were stuck on his lips, and his aura weakened, "Why did you touch me"

    The accusation was soft, but it had a bit of coquettishness and resentment.

    "I'm sorry." Mo Shuang admitted, her voice soft, "I just want to be closer to you."

    Zhuo Weilan felt that Mo Shuang's words seemed to be scratching an itch, and that they were picking on her weakest and most sensitive heart. She glanced at Mo Shuang's clenched fingertips, pursed her lips, and swallowed the unnecessary questions.  .

    She originally thought that because Mo Shuang became so thief, he had recovered his memory.

    However, Zhuo Weilan figured it out on her own without asking - with Mo Shuang's previous ruthlessness in eating people without spitting out their bones, how could she wake up with her clothes on and find out something was wrong after such a long time.

    ¡°Besides, if her dream yesterday was replaced by a real experience, it was alsoa trial of clear soup and lack of water. Get closer, get closer, at least you can live up to the distance.

    "Don't do this again." Zhuo Weilan gritted his teeth and gave a reasonable excuse before stepping down, "I'm going to work."

    Mo Shuang stood up in confusion, "I'll see you off."

    Zhuo Weilan glanced at Mo Shuang, who had a firm expression, and was too lazy to refuse - so what if she refused?  For example, what happened last night, how many times could she push Mo Shuang down?

    After getting into the car, she turned her head and ignored Mo Shuang, who turned around and stared at her quietly.

    Zhuo Weilan saw Mo Shuang's cowardly look in the reflection of the car window, and sighed secretly: This cute and well-behaved baby look, Mr. Mo who has memory will never be able to use it in shame.

    "Hey." She thought for a while and decided to give more explanation to classmate Mo, "Uncle is coming today, you must be firm and don't let him take Qin Wen away."

    Mo Shuang nodded solemnly, "Okay."

    "Andwhat are your thoughts on customization? I have used the excuse of 'customer interviews' to ask for leave several times in a row. I should come up with some useful information for the group to discuss."

    Because Zhuo Weilan had a conversation with Mo Shuang about "dreams and reality" after picking up Mo Qinwen from school, Zhuo Weilan was a little embarrassed to bring up this topic, but when he thought of facing the director with nothing or a fake plan, he felt a little embarrassed now.  I thought about it for a long time, pretended that the last discussion did not exist, and asked Mo Shuang for a preliminary idea.

    Mo Shuang frowned, "Did your customers confirm their requirements once or twice?"

    "At least I don't know what I want." Zhuo Weilan rubbed the center of his eyebrows, "Also, in the eyes of outsiders, every time I ask for leave, it's to communicate with 'customized customers', more than once or twice.  .¡±

    Mo Shuang lowered her eyes, "Sorry, give meIf you work overtime at the company, treat it as if the day does not exist.

    Zhuo Weilan didn't understand whether Mo Shuang didn't care anymore, or he was hiding his sadness completely and didn't bother to care about her.

    Her silence represents an answer.

    "I understand." Mo Shuang said carefully, "Weilan, I'm sorry."

    Zhuo Weilan glanced at Mo Shuang, and the feeling of powerlessness rose again, "If you don't remember, what's the point of saying sorry."

    Mo Shuang cleared her throat, straightened her face, and deliberately imitated her previous appearance, "Weilan, I'm sorry."

    "" Zhuo Weilan said angrily, "It's not the same at all!"

    Mo Shuang asked seriously, "Then what kind do you like?"

    Zhuo Weilan said in his heart: It's good like this now, but it's a little bit thief.

    When she felt guilty, she looked away and bit her lower lip. Mo Shuang felt it through, moved closer and asked, "What kind?"

    Zhuo Weilan pointed to the phone, "There is information."

    Mo Shuang quickly picked it up and glanced at it. It was perfunctory at first, but after seeing it clearly, his face dropped.

    "Who sent it?" Zhuo Weilan tilted his head to look.

    An unknown number, the message is very short with only two words - "Be careful."

    "Who is so boring?" Zhuo Weilan didn't take it seriously, "Did you send it wrong?"

    Mo Shuang tried to call, but no one answered. She tried to send a message, but there was no response.

    "Do you want to call me from another phone?"

    Zhuo Weilan took out his mobile phone from his bag and dialed a series of numbers. He couldn't tell whether there were two "8"s or three "8s" in the number, when he heard the doorbell ring.

    They were too lazy to move, so Aunt Fang trotted over to press the intercom. As soon as she pressed it to connect, a naive person appeared on the screen.

    Uncle.

    "Please come in." Aunt Fang pressed the unlock button and went to the entrance to open the door to welcome her.

    Zhuo Weilan was shocked. Looking at the word "be careful" on the message, he felt that it had a profound meaning.

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