At that time, Mo Yiyang called Yuan An, but the other party's line was always busy and couldn't get through at all.

Yuan An was indeed cleaning up the room and making a phone call: "Mom, when will the wedding start? When will you come back?"

"I will spend a few days living comfortably in the countryside. I will let you know when I come back." Zhang Jingfang said calmly.

"Ah? Mom, how long will it take?" Yuan An's voice was a little coquettish and delicate: "I miss you when you are not here. Mom, come back soon. You won't want me anymore, right?"

Zhang Jingfang's tears slowly flowed down, and her hand holding the phone trembled slightly.

Yuan An was still acting coquettishly: "Come back quickly! You don't know, the house we live in now is so comfortable. Mom, when you have money in the future, I will take you on a trip."

Zhang Jingfang couldn't wait to hang up the phone, with tears streaming down her face.

Yuan An listened to the beeping sound of the line being hung up, and a layer of mist gradually appeared in his eyes.

She was tidying up the wardrobe when she heard another call coming in. She was sorting out her clothes while answering the phone: "Hey, Aunt Gao... Yes, I was about to call you to say. Over the years, my mother and I have been blessed by Gao.

Aunt Gao takes care of... No, no, no, don't return that money to me, you really don't... The rents in the surrounding areas have increased, but Aunt Gao has never increased. I remember Aunt Gao's feelings... I know that I

I know, it's a quarter's money, you keep it. Aunt Gao, actually I know it's not easy for you, you have children at home who are in school... Don't give it back to me, really, I can still work well now... By the way, Aunt Gao

, if you need any help in the future, please give me a call. I'll be there when you call, hehe, I promise... Okay, okay, I'm busy at work and working overtime every day. When I'm free, I'll come to Aunt Gao's house

Have a meal..."

Therefore, although Mr. C’s phone number, Mo Yiyang’s, could not come in, Mr. A’s, Xia Yecheng’s, phone number could not come in either.

Yuan An cleaned up her house and went to work. It was only a ten-minute walk away, which was very convenient. Coincidentally, she bumped into Mo Yiyang at the elevator entrance.

At that time, Mo Yiyang's face looked very scary, with a gloomy face and bottomless eyes.

She was surprised: "Mr. Mo, what happened?"

Mo Yiyang said in a low voice, feeling a little anxious: "It's okay." How can it be like this when it's okay?

"Oh." Yuan An saw that she didn't say anything and didn't ask anymore. The elevator came and the two of them got in. She pressed the button for the ninth floor and he pressed for the seventeenth floor.

"The porridge is delicious." Mo Yiyang's voice was very soft, relaxing the atmosphere.

Yuan An smiled lightly and said, "Drink some porridge after you're drunk. It's good for your stomach." There was a ding, and the ninth floor arrived. She wanted to go out: "See you in the evening."

He pulled her and pressed the elevator door with his other hand: "Yuan An, you..."

"Huh?" She looked at him.

He suddenly let go of her and said calmly: "It's okay, go to work."

She's gone. He's in the elevator, continuing up.

She was very confused. Did he have something to say? Was there something difficult to say?

This doubt was not solved until I went to work after five o'clock.

Something happened to "Yi Yang Planning". The drawings of Project A turned out to be exactly the same as those of another design company, with only minor adjustments in details. The worst part was that the competitor released it before them.

If "Yi Yang Planning" continues to use this drawing, it will undoubtedly be suspected of plagiarism. Not to mention the bidding issue, it may be sued, and it will become a big joke in the entire industry.

No wonder Mo Yiyang's face looked so bad.

Yuan An was suddenly frightened. He hesitated to speak today. Could it be that he suspected her of leaking the company's secrets?
Chapter completed!