My first love with the boss

Neither of them spoke, and silence passed at both ends of the telephone line.

long time.

Mo gradually said calmly, "address!"

Mu Wanmo sighed and whispered an address.

Mo gradually walked, didn't speak any more, banged up the phone, and his voice seemed to knock on Mu Wan's heart.

Mu Wan looked at her mobile phone and was stunned for a while. Was she too counselled to Mo Jianxing?

To others, she can refuse righteously, and can decisively say, 'I want to protect my privacy.'

However, in the face of the gradual decline of ink, she seems to have naturally lost this confidence. That hatred makes her feel guilty. The current cooperative relationship makes her afraid of accidentally offending the gold Lord.

Mu Wan lowered his head and spit out a mouthful of turbid Qi heavily.

She sent a message to Tang Yuanyuan and asked her what she was doing. Now only Tang Yuanyuan, a pistachio, can save her mood on the verge of negative value.

Tang Yuanyuan's message will come soon: he is staring at Mengtong filming. There are implanted products in this scene. Junteng's products should be presented as tribute. What's the matter with me?

Mu Wan thought about it. It's actually easier to shoot such an advertising case. As long as the actor's expression is in place, he feels that it can be a one-time play.

She looked at Tang Yuanyuan's information and tangled for a while. She still asked the questions in her heart. She held too many words in her heart and really wanted to talk to someone.

Mu Wan thought about it and asked: if someone asks you a question, in fact, you don't want to tell him, but in the end, you still can't stand the pressure to tell him. Is this kind of advice?

Tang Yuanyuan looks very idle. The speed of returning information is very fast.

Seeing these two words, Mu Wan's spirit was suddenly inspired and her mood was much better. Tang Yuanyuan was indeed her treasure.

She put her finger in the reply box and just wanted to type the words "then I'm relieved", she saw the second message from Tang Yuanyuan.

Tang Yuanyuan: This is called giant counseling, isn't it? Did someone ask you for your phone number? Who? What do you look like? Do I know?

Mu Wan: "

She silently deleted the words in the input box, thought about it and replied: No, just ask casually. She wanted to get some encouragement from you, but now she feels very sad. My big miss Yuanyuan, can't you say something nice to me?

Tang Yuanyuan: there's no chicken soup. There's a big pot of poisonous chicken soup. Do you want it?

Mu Wan: No, it's poisonous!

This time, Tang Yuanyuan didn't reply again. Mu Wan had enough rest and began to continue cleaning.

Just, before long, there was a knock at the door.

Mu Wan was shocked. She had just come here and didn't know anyone. Who would knock on her door?

She was silent and had some bad ideas in her heart. In fact, she always had a sense of crisis after the last time Jiang Ya splashed paint on her door.

The knock on the door rang out again.

Mu Wanqiang calmed himself for a moment, walked lightly, looked out from the cat's eye, and vaguely saw a familiar face.

She hurried to open the door.

I saw Uncle Zhao standing outside gracefully, followed by three people wearing so and so housekeeping clothes.

"Uncle Zhao! Why are you here?"

Uncle Zhao smiled kindly. "Well, the young master said that you have found a new residence here. Let me bring someone to clean up and help you move."

Mu Wan: "

Her heart was very embarrassed.

She just told Mo Jianxing's address and thought he might want to help her move. After all, she has a lot of things that can't be done by herself.

Mo Jianxing couldn't stand idly by, so she was a little discouraged and told her address.

Unexpectedly, Mo Jianxing thought so thoughtful that he could even think of such trivial things as cleaning.

Mu Wan was silent. For a long time, she reluctantly smiled.

"Uncle Zhao, please come in. I'm sorry. There's some chaos. In fact, I've cleaned almost here. I don't need to clean any more."

Uncle Zhao came in politely and appropriately. Even a housekeeper of the ink house, his momentum standing there made people feel that the room was even more shabby.

Mu Wan has no choice but to help the forehead: sorry, my room doesn't deserve my guests.

Zhao shuhuan looked around, looked around, nodded and said, "I did clean it, but, Miss mu, with all due respect, I can't see your cleaning. I'll do the rest!"

Mu Wan opened his mouth wide.

You don't like it?

Uncle Zhao smiled politely. "Sorry, I have some obsessive-compulsive disorder. The room you cleaned is not qualified here. If you work in the ink house, you will be dismissed by me."

With that, he waved to the three housekeepers behind him, indicating that they could clean up.

Mu Wan: "

The three housekeepers came in and were surprised. Their group was a professional housekeeper who specialized in serving luxury houses. This time, it was really a rich family who invited them to work, but the house that came in was obviously different from the word "rich family" by at least 2 million yuan.

When the three housekeepers entered the door, they began to pick up tools and clean up professionally.

Mu Wan opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but closed his mouth again.

A sense of powerlessness deeply surrounded her heart. She found that she had been in a state of debt to Mo for too long, which made her eager to return something to offset this sense of guilt.

Uncle Zhao politely said to Mu Wan, "Miss mu, the moving company has arrived at the ink house. There are still some things you need to pack and tidy up yourself. You can give them to me."

So neat?

Mu Wan was stunned at the speed of Mo's gradual handling of affairs, and was really vigorous and resolute.

She knew it was no use staying here again. She thanked uncle Zhao and left a key, so she turned and walked outside.

Anyway, as long as we can move smoothly today, let's talk about the rest slowly!

As her father said, as long as people live, debts can always be paid off.

She shook her fist and the desire to make money occupied her heart. She really wanted to repay those who helped her.

Just out of the door of the community, a car honked and a well-dressed man came down from the car.

Mu Wan recognized that it was the driver of Mo house.

The driver smiled and said, "Uncle Zhao asked me to take you back."

Mu murmured, nodded and said, "thank you!"

She doesn't know what else Mo Jianxing can't think of. Has he always been so careful and thoughtful?

On the way back, Mu put his slender finger on the phone dialing key several times and wanted to say thank you to Mo Jianxing. Finally, he still didn't have the courage.

After thinking about it, it would be better to send wechat to save face-to-face embarrassment.

However, when editing the information, I deleted it and wrote it. I really don't know how to write it. Finally, I sent two words: Thank you!