My first love with the boss

"Ha ha!" blue Joe laughed. "It's a deal!"

"It's a deal!"

The two men laughed for a while.

A feeling of empathy is transmitted at both ends of the telephone line.

An appropriate silence calmed Mu Wan's mood.

She was a little sorry and said, "blue Joe, I can't go with you to your friend's wedding tomorrow. I'm sorry. I had already agreed."

"It doesn't matter!" Lan Qiao interrupted her with a trace of dignity: "is Zongyi's affair related to you? I mean, is the girl who reminded Zongyi you?"

Mu Wan was silent for a while. LAN Qiao guessed that it didn't seem very difficult. After all, they were all in the film and television city. Many police cars came that day. It's not easy to hide it all the time.

She just needs to send someone to inquire and she can find out.

"It's really you!" blue Joe sighed.

Mu Wan thought and said, "I just saw it! I casually reminded him."

"Are you seriously hurt?" blue Joe's voice was very light, with love.

Mu Wan smiled and tried to relax his tone. "It's not serious. I went to deal with it that afternoon. The doctor just prescribed some medicine and asked me to apply it. I don't even have to live in the hospital. Thank you for giving me the clothes and blocking the disaster for me. Otherwise, I might spill it on my face."

Blue Joe was silent. After a long time, she said slowly: "pull, in fact, I have some regrets. If I didn't ask someone to send clothes that day, maybe you would stay safely in another place, there would be no such thing happening to you, and you might not get hurt. Sorry, I'm selfish, I don't want you to get hurt!"

Blue Joe said her thoughts without scruples. She knew what she said was not in line with the core values of the public, but she didn't care.

She can ask for herself, but she will never give up. She asks for admiration with the same requirements.

She hopes to protect Mu behind her and hold it in the palm of her hand.

Mu Wan was sad. She suddenly felt that Lan Qiao was the third person who was unconditionally good to her except her parents, not because she was her classmate, her friend and her identity, but just because she was her.

This kind of good is only because of her soul, regardless of any other factors.

Mu Wan's heart was filled with great joy. She smiled and said, "I know. I know how good you are to me. I really want to hold you, blue Joe. Thank you!"

Blue Joe's heart was shaking. She tried to control her emotions and whispered, "so am I!"

Me too. I really want to hold you in my arms!

But, I know, I can't.

At least not now!

After a few more words, someone over there said a word. Blue Joe said good night to Mu Wan and hung up.

Mu Wan looked at the mobile phone and sent it for a while. With a silent sigh, she picked up the mobile phone and sent a wechat to Tang Yuanyuan, asking her to help send the phone of the company's leaders and colleagues.

Tang Yuanyuan quickly replied to the news: I'll give you a screenshot. President Fu is holding a meeting for us. Today, a colleague ran to the star to sign, which was said by President Fu.

Mu Wan was stunned and hurriedly returned: ah, you should also be careful. There are risks in chasing stars. Be careful to avoid president Fu!

Tang Yuanyuan replied with a bunch of ellipsis:

Then I replied with a message: you are as naive as me.

Mu Wan:???

Tang Yuanyuan: Mr. Fu did tell him. Mr. Fu said, why don't you ask for more signatures? How nice it is to send them to customers in the future. These are resources, free resources, not in vain! How good is it to give it to the customer? What if that customer happens to be a fan of the star? A signature is not enough to sign the bill.

Mu Wan:

Sure enough, she is too naive.

Mr. Fu's routine is too deep. Wild geese pluck their feathers and stars leave their names!

Then Tang Yuanyuan took a screenshot of her mobile phone address book.

Mu Wan entered the phone numbers of familiar people and colleagues into his mobile phone in front of the screenshot. It took a little time to save them. When he saved Lanqiao's mobile phone number, he saved them as a dear as usual.

After all this, there was a knock on the door before I could catch my breath.

She went to open the door.

Mo Jianxing had changed his home clothes and stood at the door.

Mu Wan was stunned.

At this time, the ink gradually goes, and the white T with good material and properly tailored gray pants are replaced. The collocation is simple, casual, comfortable and pleasing to the eye.

The whole person took off the leather collar of the suit during the day and removed the arrogant president's aura. His sharp eyes became lazy and casual. His thick eyebrows lost their resolute temperament and became soft and friendly. His tall nose was less stubborn and more fresh. His red lips were thin and pursed, which was a little cute of the big boy next door.

Thinking of this, Mu Wan was silent.

If Mu didn't offend Mo and didn't fall down, maybe she and Mo Jianxing could really live next door, and Mo Jianxing could really be her next door boy!

However, there is no if.

Mo gradually picked his eyebrows and seemed very satisfied with himself. Mu Wan was stunned.

Mu saved God and stepped aside from the door: "Mr. Mo, please come in!"

Mo gradually walked in and saw that the mobile phone on the table had been unpacked and used. He smiled with satisfaction. "Where's the medicine?"

Mu Wan quickly took out the medicine and handed it to Mo Jianxing's hand.

Mo gradually took it naturally and patted the sofa beside him.

Mu Wan paused and sat down beside him.

The ink gradually went thin, the lips were slightly hooked, and the eyes were full of laughter. He picked up the ointment and naturally smeared the medicine for mu Wan.

He applied the medicine gently, his eyes were focused and serious, and the angle of leaning down slightly was just right, with a pleasing beauty.

At that time, the idea of quiet and good years came into being.

After applying the medicine.

Mo Jianxing washed his hands in the room and sat on the sofa again. Mu Wan had packed his medicine bag and took anti-inflammatory drugs by the way.

The medicine prescribed by the private doctor over there is very effective. Mu Wan feels that the wound is obviously less painful, but there is some itching. It is estimated that it is scarring.

Mo gradually glanced at Mu Wan and asked, "are you still used to using mobile phones?"

"Very good! Thank you, Mr. Mo!" Mu Wan answered politely.

Mo gradually thought and asked, "did you save my phone?"

Mu Wan: "

Not yet. I don't know if it's time

Ink gradually sank his face. "Bring me your cell phone."

Mu Wan: "

If there is a next time, she must be more eager to survive and must immediately save Lord Jin's phone into her mobile phone.

Mo Jianxing took his mobile phone, this woman!!!

He opened Mu Wan's mobile phone and wanted to save his and uncle Zhao's phones. As a result, he opened the mobile phone screen. The first thing that appeared in front of him was the call record.

The first striking name on it is "dear".