Hey, I'm Leaving Again

Since Zheng Yuwei committed suicide, song ran often had nightmares at night.

Now the sleep quality of these two days will be much better. Song ran thought it was the result of changing her room and staying away from Mo Qian's punishment.

In fact, what she didn't know was that Mo Qianxing would come to sleep with him every night, and then get up before Song ran woke up and stay in the study for a while.

Even if he came back too late, he would accompany song ran by her bed after the light was turned off in her room.

If Mo Qianxing knew that he was with song ran every day, but song ran thought of it all because he didn't have him, he would spit blood angrily.

The weather is very good today. Song ran drank a big bowl of millet porridge at lunch.

When Wang Ma came out of the kitchen, she saw song ran going back upstairs after dinner. She thought that she had quarreled with President Mo for two or three days. It was not a matter for song ran to become more and more homesick.

"Ran Ran."

Wang's mother's voice rang out from behind song ran. Song ran stopped walking up the stairs and turned around and asked, "what's the matter, Wang ma?"

Mrs. Wang smiled and said, "all the flowers in our yard are in bloom. Do you want to go around the yard? How boring it is to stay upstairs all the time."

Song ran knows that Wang Ma has always regarded her as a daughter. She must be too curtily now. Wang Ma can't see it anymore.

The weather outside is fine. Song Ran has been reading books recently, thinking that being idle is also idle.

She nodded and said, "OK, I'll go upstairs and change my clothes. I'll come down in a minute. Wait for Ma Wang. You can come with me."

Mrs. Wang was very happy when she heard song Ran's words. She quickly agreed and said, "OK, I'll wash the dishes and accompany you for a while."

Song ran doesn't have many clothes in the guest room. He stands at the door of Mo Qianxing's bedroom and decides to push the door in.

In the dark room, song ran didn't bother to turn on the light, so she groped forward to the window and opened the curtains.

At the moment when the sun came in, song Ran's body and mind were relaxed. Then she began to seriously look at the familiar and strange room.

Although the bed is still a black-and-white and gray four piece set, song ran can see that this is a new sheet quilt cover. It is estimated that Mo Qian changed it himself. The corners are not very neat.

Song Ran is reluctant to move the pot of cactus on sale in the mall at the head of the bed to the guest room.

However, now Mo Qianxing didn't open the curtains, so there was no sunshine.

Song ran decided to take the cactus to the guest room for the sake of its long-term life safety. Anyway, Mo Qianxing won't care if this small pot is missing.

Pick up the cactus and look at your guest room.

In his heart, Mo Qianxing doesn't pay attention to himself. What can a pot of cactus count? This idea doesn't make song ran feel better.

After settling the cactus in his guest room, song ran swaggered into Mo Qianxing's master bedroom and opened the wardrobe. It was full of her own skirts and trousers.

But what song ran can't remember is when Mo Qianxing's clothes began to become so few, and how his clothes have become so many now.

Song ran picked out a few seasonal skirts and went back to her guest room to change clothes. After looking in the mirror, she couldn't help feeling that as expected, people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles. The whole person is full of spirit now.

Song ran came down with a small pastoral skirt and a drawing board in her hand. Wang Ma was waiting downstairs.

Song Ran's frowns and smiles in this scene are very much like the characters coming out of the cartoon.

"Ranran, you are so beautiful. At home, you should dress up yourself."

Song ran Xiaoxiao is also very satisfied with her appearance today. After Wang Ma took over the drawing board, the two came to the yard one by one.

After Wang Ma helped song ran fix the drawing board on the grass, she also lamented that today is a rare good weather.

Song ran really hasn't seen the yard in his house for a long time. The blue sky and the green grass are really h comfortable.

She sits on the swing and swings slowly. Mrs. Wang holds her mobile phone and slaps song ran left and right. Song Ran is infected by her and cooperates with her.

'ding 'suddenly remembered Mo Qianxing's mobile phone when he was having a meeting in the company.

During the meeting, it is not allowed to turn on the mobile phone to turn on the voice, but now it is mo Qianxing's mobile phone that rings, so everyone should not hear it.

Without being disturbed by the sound of the mobile phone, we continue to listen to the new ppt of the design department.

This is mo Qian's cell phone ringing again.

"Ding, Ding, Ding."

Mo Qianxing motioned the people in the design department to continue to explain their ppt. He impatiently picked up his mobile phone and clicked on the information.

It's the information sent by the contact Wang Ma, all of which are photos of song ran.

The original aura of Mo Qian's punishment was already very low, but the conference room that was about to suffocate came back to life just after he picked up his mobile phone.

Wang Ma's photography skills are not very good, but Mo Qianxing zoomed in on each one. Song ran was wearing a broken flower skirt and the smile on her face was sweet to Mo Qianxing's heart.

Mo Qianxing didn't listen to the PPT speech of the design department at all now. He stared at his mobile phone several times, and each one was carefully saved on his mobile phone.

After the explanation of the design department stopped, Mo Qianxing raised his head. The speaker standing on it trembled and waited for Mo Qianxing's trial.

"Go on, the design concept is OK this time, but the central idea is not very perfect. In the afternoon, a new text will be added to Muyun."

After Mo Qianxing finished speaking, everyone present was relieved.

Everyone's inner subtext is: is today's sun out in the west? I thought I would be scolded by Mo Qian. It's incredible that a storm is coming and it will clear up after the rain.

Seeing that all the photos in the mobile phone have been sent to Mo Qianxing, Wang Ma feels that she is really right to do this thing.

Seeing song ran swinging on the swing, she was very happy. She simply took advantage of the good weather to go back to the house and take out her quilt to bask in the sun. She also asked song ran if she wanted to take out her bedroom to bask in the sun.

Song ran thought of Mo Qianxing's sunless master bedroom and said casually, "Mom Wang, take out the quilt of the master bedroom and dry it."

After saying that, I regretted a little and felt that I was meddling. Wang Ma didn't know her inner monologue and happily agreed.

Song ran sees the already placed drawing board on the swing and simply goes to the drawing board to prepare for painting.

I feel like I haven't started painting for a long time. I don't know what to draw for a while.

There was clearly nothing in his mind, but he had a line of ink modesty on the drawing board with a pen in his hand.

When song ran reflected what he was painting, Mo Qianxing's eyes in the painting had been outlined.

The wind blew song Ran's hair. She didn't care. She just stared at the person in the picture. She heard her heart beating.