Zhang Moyan invited Zhou Xia into the house. As soon as Zhou Xia entered the door, she saw the luggage she had packed, a black work bag. She brought things with her on the first day she came here, a quite large shopping bag filled with clothes.
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"Mo Yan, are you...going to leave?" Zhou Xia came closer to her and looked at her face carefully, "What happened just now? Why did Brother Xingyu get so angry?"
Zhang Moyan looked at the luggage, was silent for a while and said vaguely: "I made a mistake at work, which made Teacher Xiao angry."
"So he drove you away?" Zhou Xia stared at her with beautifully curled eyelashes, "Why are you crying?"
Zhang Moyan turned away and rubbed his eyes: "No, he didn't drive me away. I was embarrassed."
When she said this, she felt that it was very unreasonable. Xiao Xingyu did not drive her away, but she left on her own, like an employee who had done something wrong and was fired by the boss.
So Zhou Xia also showed a confused expression, but Zhang Moyan doesn't care what others think now.
I just want to leave quickly.
Carry the black work bag to the table, unzip it, and put the headphones and charger on the bedside.
Zhou Xia didn't dwell too much on the bug, and took out a square box from the Boston bag he was carrying: "Mo Yan, the director of the museum asked me to bring this to you. I heard that this is your work. He was originally
I asked Brother Xingyu to bring it to you, but Brother Xingyu hasn’t been there in the past few days, so he left it to me to forward it to you.”
Zhang Moyan took the square box with both hands and opened the lid with the white jade buckle. The silk-covered gift box contained the bent-waist bowl made in the museum that day. It had been fired. The green glaze was as warm as jade.
There is also Xiao Xingyu's ink pen on it.
"This is actually Teacher Xiao's work. How could I make such a powerful thing." Zhang Moyan said truthfully, covering the box and putting it aside. The finished product is even more perfect than imagined, but now I feel like
No longer eligible for collection.
"You... don't want it?" Zhou Xia stared at the abandoned box for a long time, a little lost in thought. She had already seen the things in it yesterday.
Zhang Moyan said nothing. Looking at the headphones and charging cables jumbled up in his bag, he felt very upset. He took them out again as if he had obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Snap!
Along with the charging cable, something was hooked out and fell to the ground.
Zhang Moyan's heart skipped a beat when she saw the dark blue plastic cover. Just as she was about to bend over to pick it up, Zhou Xia had already picked it up for her.
"Thank you!" Zhang Moyan hurriedly stretched out her hand, and Zhou Xia handed the thin thing to her with a smile. Just when it was about to touch her hand, Zhou Xia glanced at the thing in her hand, and then her face was startled.
Received it back.
"Press ID?" Zhou Xia lowered her head and frowned, looking at the ID in her hand carefully, reading the few words and a photo on it, and then slowly raised her head.
The two of them were quiet for about a minute.
"Zhou Xia, listen to me." Zhang Moyan's voice was a little weak, and he reached out to get something back, but Zhou Xia immediately took a step back alertly, holding the press card firmly in his hand.
She leaned against the wall with a stern expression on her delicate face: "Aren't you Brother Xingyu's bodyguard? Are you a fake?! What is your purpose of sneaking into the Xiao family?"
Zhang Moyan's heart suddenly suddenly said, "I'm not sneaking in, Mr. Xiao knows that I am a reporter! Bodyguard... It's hard to explain, but what I said is true. Mr. Xiao does know my identity. I want to interview
His reporter, other than that, I have no other purpose, and I have nothing to hide from him." She lowered her voice and pleaded with her eyes, "Please keep quiet, can you?"
Zhou Xia was deeply in disbelief. Zhang Moyan picked up the mobile phone on the table with a little trembling hand: "Believe me, I will call Teacher Xiao now and ask him to verify with you. Please wait a moment!"
Clicking on Xiao Xingyu's WeChat profile picture to dial out, the music played for more than ten seconds before being cut off with a beep, and a line of words "The other party rejected your voice call request" popped up on the dark interface. Zhang Moyan's heart skipped a beat.
Shen, dialed again, this time he was pinched within three seconds.
Xiao Xingyu didn’t answer her call,
Zhang Moyan was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead: "He won't answer my call. Zhou Xia, please call Teacher Xiao. He will definitely answer your call. Do you believe me, did I lie to you?"
When the last sentence came out, both of them were stunned for a moment. This sentence really had no credibility at the moment!
Zhou Xia was on alert. She fished out her cell phone from her bag and made a call while looking at Zhang Moyan. Zhang Moyan looked at her with gratitude and waited with hope. However, it only took 10 seconds at most. Zhou Xia
Putting down the phone: "He doesn't answer my calls either. Does anyone else know your identity?"
Zhang Moyan's eyes dropped: "...No."
Zhou Xia dialed again and put it down this time: "Brother Xingyu has turned off his phone."
Zhang Moyan was stunned and suddenly didn't know what to do.
Zhou Xia looked at her with deep eyes, and moved her eyes down to look at the work bag she opened. After a while, she dialed her mobile phone again, and this time the call was quickly connected.
"Hello, is this 110? I want to call the police. We have encountered a scam here. The address is..." Zhou Xia's voice was unusually calm and calm.
Zhang Moyan watched in shock as Zhou Xia's red lips opened and closed, her brain going blank for a short time. It wasn't until she hung up the phone that she suddenly realized what she had done!
"Zhou Xia...what are you doing?" Zhang Moyan looked at Zhou Xia in confusion.
"Ms. Zhang, I can only choose to call the police when something like this happens." Zhou Xia raised her neck. This action made her highlight a hint of arrogance that ran counter to her usual friendliness.
Just call the police?
Zhang Moyan instantly felt a chill in his back and rushed to her: "Can you let me explain? Or wait until Teacher Xiao comes back. Although he doesn't answer the phone now, he will come back. If you call the police, everyone will be alarmed!"
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Zhou Xia rubbed her arms and walked away a few steps to distance herself from her: "Explain it to the police! If Brother Xingyu knows your identity and you have no other purpose, the police won't do anything to you, right?" Zhang Moyan had nothing to say, so she grabbed her work bag and opened the door. Her instinct told her to leave before the police arrived.
Just as his fingers were about to touch the door, someone grabbed his arm and threw him and his bag onto the table, knocking over the small pea-green vase, which fell to the ground with a bang and shattered into pieces.
"Don't even think about escaping!" Zhou Xia raised her eyebrows in excitement, pushing her charming waist against the door, and clutching her press card tightly in her hand, as if she was about to crush it.
If Zhang Moyan wants to leave here, he has to jump out of the window.
For the next ten minutes, the two of them did not exchange a word, until the sound of footsteps came from far and near downstairs.
Several people came up the stairs. Zhou Xia quickly opened the door. Uncle Chai and his eldest and second aunts came in with surprise on their faces. Behind them were two policemen in black uniforms, an old man and a young man.
"Zhou Xia, was it you who called the police? They are looking for a lady named Zhou." The aunt asked.
"Yes, it's me," Zhou Xia grabbed Uncle Chai's arm in a panic and looked at Zhang Moyan fearfully: "I just discovered that she is not Brother Xingyu's bodyguard at all, she is actually a reporter! You see, this is
Her press pass!"
"Reporter?!" Uncle Chai's eldest aunt and two aunts exclaimed in unison.
Zhou Xia nodded vigorously, lest they wouldn't believe it, and handed her press card to Uncle Chai: "She also has a camera and a voice recorder in her black bag!"
The eldest and second aunts gathered around, and the three of them circulated their press passes. After reading, they all looked at Zhang Moyan with horror.
Zhang Moyan was speechless and unable to argue, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
The press pass was finally passed to the older policeman.
The old police officer opened his press pass, glanced at it, and walked towards Zhang Moyan: "This lesbian, please show me your ID card."
Another young policeman turned on the law enforcement recorder at the same time.