Chill filled Zhang Moyan's body, and she ran straight to the corridor as if in despair. Jin Xueyang caught up with her: "That uncle is too crazy. If I hadn't known you for so many years, I would have believed him!"
The same goes for Director Geng. He manages the hospital himself, so why doesn’t he take good care of his family members when they are so sick? How about you, Mo Yan, are you scared?”
"It has nothing to do with this place," Zhang Moyan adjusted herself in the small space formed by her long hair and white walls, then turned her head, "It's just that I'm still a little uncomfortable."
"You look so ugly, why don't you sit down and rest for a while?" Jin Xueyang was immersed in the dispute in front of him, and then he remembered that Zhang Moyan had a bad stomach.
"Comrades, don't stay here!" Jin Xueyang was just about to sit down on the chairs with Zhang Moyan at the door. A fierce security guard came over from the other end of the corridor and rushed out when he saw anyone. "Get out of the way quickly! Crazy Wu is not making trouble when he goes crazy."
Just for fun!"
The security guard directly classified Geng Jun and his uncle as a martial arts lunatic with a full risk factor. Jin Xueyang thought to himself that it was no wonder that the two management trainees and the people who were in the room before were missing. They were probably all frightened away.
Jin Xueyang's mouth moved, but he was too lazy to shut it up seriously: "Okay, let's leave now."
He turned back to Zhang Moyan and said, "Go and rest in the car!"
"Okay."
The two people took the emergency exit and went downstairs one after another. They didn't talk to each other for two floors, and they seemed to be reminiscing about what happened in the living room.
"Even Professor Chen doesn't know that Professor Chen's daughter has used other names!" Jin Xueyang pondered as he went down the stairs, "You said Professor Chen really instigated his daughter to cheat..."
"Xueyang!" Zhang Moyan suddenly said, "I want to go home directly and not go back to the work. Can you bring all the equipment back and ask the editor for a leave for me?"
Jin Xueyang stopped and stared at her worriedly: "Is it so serious? Let me accompany you to the hospital to check and see what's going on? It's not appendicitis."
"No," Zhang Moyan hurriedly refused and edited it temporarily, "I didn't sleep well last night. I feel very sleepy now and just want to sleep..."
Jin Xueyang stared at the top of her head for a while: "Are you still losing sleep over love?" Then he said, "What do you think of a heartless man? If you look at the world, there are many good men, and you are in a good position."
Take your time and choose your time!"
This kind of bestie-like comfort was unlikely to be of any use, but Zhang Moyan still nodded politely and smiled.
When we went down to the first floor, two management trainees were waiting in the parking lot. When they saw Zhang Moyan coming, they immediately gathered around to ask after her. Zhang Moyan's apartment was near the company. Jin Xueyang first dropped her off at the gate of the community. The two management trainees
Sheng You actively wanted to send Zhang Moyan upstairs, but Zhang Moyan pushed the car door and locked him in the car.
"You two talented people, don't waste your feelings," Jin Xueyang looked back and sighed from the driver's seat, "It is well known that Sister Zhang only looks for boyfriends from the public prosecutor and the judiciary."
Two heads immediately turned around from the window.
"Why?"
"Are you so purposeful?"
……
Zhang Moyan watched Jin Xueyang's little Fox leave full of gossip, turned around and walked towards the gate of the community. The security guard at the gate was registering foreign vehicles, and two aunts were talking and laughing with their granddaughters who had just returned from kindergarten. Several of them were overweight.
The fat cat wanders between the tires of a private car as if no one else is around.
This is an extremely ordinary afternoon for many people, but for Zhang Moyan, a catastrophe occurred in her world this afternoon. At this time, there should be a heavy rain with thick clouds covering the sun, thunder and lightning.
It suited her muddy mood at the moment, but the sun was just right and the breeze was not dry.
Fortunately, there is something called a shower in this world. Zhang Moyan walked straight to the bathroom after entering the house, turned on the duckbill faucet, and let the shower head pour down on him.
The cool water quickly soaked the black silk hair on her back, and then all the commuting clothes she wore were also wet, clinging tightly to her body.
She took off her clothes one by one, from the inside to the outside, from top to bottom, until there was nothing left to remove. She began to rub the skin on her body, with increasing force, until the skin on both arms had red marks.
, she still didn’t stop, as if she wanted to peel something off her body.
Destroy where you stand!
How did the world become like this?
Why is it so miserable, with such a gloomy and terrifying footnote to life?
She used to be puzzled that Zhang Shunqing chose to commit suicide because of her birth, but now she seems to understand a little bit.
Zhang Shunqing may not be afraid of the birth of a new life. What he is afraid of is stepping into a complicated and unscrupulous trap full of hypocritical conspiracy and forming an inseparable relationship with some people who do not know whether they are humans, ghosts, enemies or friends.
Zhang Moyan has no resentment towards Zhang Shunqing now, because she now has completely similar thoughts to his, but Zhang Shunqing is luckier than her, at least he can still choose, but she has no choice at all.
It would be nice if she didn't belong to me.
She didn't know how long she had been bathing. It wasn't until her congested brain cooled down slightly that Zhang Moyan felt that her whole body was shivering with cold. Then she turned the faucet to hot water and started taking a bath normally.
She couldn't die like Zhang Shunqing. She still had her parents and family who had raised her for twenty-two years, her close friends who had been with her for six or seven years, and the work that required her to work hard every day, and that strong
Intuition——The task that Chen Yun failed to complete has been transferred to her silently!
There were clean clothes in the bathroom, Zhang Moyan put them on numbly, wiped her hair with an absorbent towel, then went back to the bedroom, pulled the quilt on the bed and wrapped herself into a pupa.
Tongchuan Chen family did not withdraw from the competition of re-firing sky blue glazed porcelain.
This was confirmed by a series of actions taken by Chen Guanfu after he directed Chen Yun to return to China more than 20 years ago. Not only did they not quit, they could even be said to be more radical than the Xiao family and the Geng family, so radical that they were despicable.
It's really hard for her to accept that her mother and grandfather are people who deliberately steal.
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Because of their relationship, her simple life now has to bear such dark and heavy shackles.
But since they were of the same mind, why did Chen Yun later adopt the pseudonym Guo Man? And it was obvious that she did not tell Chen Guanfu about this, and Chen Guanfu's search for relatives went awry in the next twenty years. Why?
From the current view, Chen Guanfu knows that Chen Yun has a child, but he doesn't seem to know whether the child is a boy or a girl. What's going on?
What is his purpose in finding the child? Is it to return family ties, or to continue to implement his unfinished plan after finding the child?
No, that’s not right. Is it possible that this plan has already started after the child is found?
Zhang Moyan couldn't help but feel horrified and got goosebumps when she thought about her acquaintance with Xiao Xingyu, the car accident she and Xiao Xingyu had in Ruzhou, and the fact that she even got to know Geng Jun.
This number is somewhat similar to Chen Yun's back then.
She had to suspect that Chen Guanfu had taken the lead in everything. That man, who was neither reserved nor polite, could tell at a glance that he was a scheming and powerful character.
But then a contradictory question popped up in her mind. If Chen Guanfu deliberately wanted her to interact with Xiao Xingyu, then he must have known that she was his granddaughter beforehand? This would make no sense for his search for relatives. Does Chen Guanfu know her identity? Judging from the current situation, it is very likely that he already knows it. How did he know it? Also, what does he want to do with such a loud and vigorous search for her?
Could it be that he wants to attract someone's attention?
……
Zhang Moyan's mind was in chaos, and the more he thought about it, the more he became afraid.
With such a complicated situation, she really doubted whether her IQ was enough to play.
What should she do?
Zhang Moyan's whole body was cold and she curled up into a ball. There was no heat at all in the bed she had been in for a long time.
After a while, she sat up, put her bare feet on the floor, squatted and opened the door of the bedside table, and took out a box of brocade noodles.
When she saw the contents of the box, she took a greedy breath, and her turbulent mood suddenly seemed to calm down.
Inside the box was a bowl that someone joked might only be worth 100 yuan. There was a piece of velvet wrapped delicately in the bowl. She took it out carefully, opened the velvet in the palm of her hand, revealing a piece of porcelain no more than 3 centimeters in diameter, and repaired it.
Neatly polished edges, gentle and elegant azure color.
Zhang Moyan couldn't help but burst into tears. These two things, no, this piece of azure glazed porcelain should be returned to Xiao Xingyu. After all, this was a very precious thing to Xiao Xingyu, but she relied on
The other party was too arrogant to come looking for her, so she detained her privately.
She is not a money-grubbing person. The last time she broke up with Li Ming, she returned all the gifts to their original owners. As for why she did not return such an important gift this time, she can only explain it as maybe she also has the desire to dominate the azure glazed porcelain.
It’s a bad nature!
Putting the brocade box on the bedside table, Zhang Moyan sniffed and climbed onto the bed holding the small piece of azure glazed porcelain in his palm. His mood seemed to calm down inexplicably, and his thoughts gradually became clearer, as if he roughly knew the way to go.<
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Maybe I was really sleepy after not sleeping last night. I fell asleep after thinking about it, and when I woke up, I was illuminated by the glowing screen of my mobile phone beside my pillow.
Zhang Moyan didn't know how long he had slept. When he opened his eyes, it was already very dark. Only his cell phone was silently lit in the bedroom. The silent mode he had set at work had not been changed. The fact that his cell phone was shining for such a long time meant that there was a call.
Coming in.
Zhang Moyan propped up his neck from the wet pillow, grabbed his cell phone and looked at the call in a daze, paused for a moment, and answered the call.
"Director," yes, the caller was Eric. Zhang Moyan thought about her absence from work and immediately admitted her mistake and apologized, "I'm sorry, I suddenly felt unwell in the afternoon, so I went home directly from the interview site. I'm sorry I didn't have time."
Write a note of leave."
There was a pause on the other end of the phone, and then the voice smiled and said: "Don't be nervous, I don't mean to accuse you. I heard that you had an upset stomach today. Are you feeling better now?"
"Ah," I don't just ask her to settle the score, "It's much better. I will work overtime tomorrow to make up for the two hours."
"That doesn't need to be like this. It's normal to be sick. By the way, are you free now? I happened to have dinner with friends in the evening and brought you a pork ribs and yam soup. What is your house number? I'm sorry, I looked at you.
The latest updated information in the company only contains the building number."
Zhang Moyan was so stupid for a moment that he brought her pork rib soup? Is there such an unprovoked drop-in in this world?
At this moment, she suddenly felt that Jin Xueyang's statement that Eric was interested in her might be true.
"Mo Yan? Are you listening?"
"Oh, I'm listening," Zhang Moyan came back to her senses, "So, director, are you at the entrance to my building now?"
"Yes, which floor and room is your home on? If the door is open, I will go up and give it to you!"
Zhang Moyan was shocked and complained about the elderly people in the building who liked to leave the door open all day long.
"Wait for me, I'll come down now!" She said hastily, almost reflexively denying Eric's kindness.
When I hung up the phone, I was surprised to see that there were still 5 missed calls. I clicked on them and saw that 2 were from Geng Jun and 3 were from Zhou Xia. It showed that the call was made 2 hours ago.
Zhang Moyan moved her fingers slightly to block them, but after a moment of hesitation, she felt that it was not necessary. Smart people like Geng Jun and Zhou Xia will naturally stop calling if they don't answer the phone a few times.
Put the azure glazed porcelain piece back into the brocade box on the bedside table, grab the key and change into shoes. Before going out, I turned back and pulled a large coat on the hanger, put it on and went downstairs.
When she came out and saw Eric giving her a strange look under the streetlight, Zhang Moyan realized that her messy outfit and messy hair were unsightly.
Fortunately, she didn't cry hard before going to bed, and her eyes should not be swollen by now.
Zhang Moyan wrapped her clothes tightly and walked forward, combing her hair with her fingers awkwardly: "Hello, director, you are so polite, you made a special trip like this."
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Leaning on his Aston Martin, which was seriously inconsistent with the surrounding environment, he handed her an insulated bag: "It's really a good idea."
Zhang Moyan took it and nodded to express his belief. Then his scalp went numb. Oh my God, what are you going to say next? It’s really terrible.
"I heard that you were frightened at the appraisal center this afternoon. Are you okay? Otherwise, you should stop following this project!"
"Oh, it's okay, I can follow!" Zhang Moyan said immediately because he was afraid of losing something, "I'm not frightened. Thank you, director, for your concern." How come Eric has heard so much!
"Well, that's good... um... don't you invite me to come up and sit down?"
Eric asked with a smile and a normal expression, as if this was a normal process.
"Ah?" Zhang Moyan suddenly felt that what she was carrying was not pork rib soup but hot potato. A very obvious hesitation stayed on her face for at least three breaths before she came up with an excuse very unskilledly: "Well...
The house is extremely messy."
Just as Eric was about to speak, Zhang Moyan pointed to his car and added: "Director, your car cannot be parked here. This is an owned parking space."
It took Eric about 5 seconds to understand the meaning of the phrase "owned parking space", then he lowered his head and smiled and said cooperatively: "Okay, let's talk about it next time when we have a chance!"
When he saw the other party was about to leave, Zhang Moyan nodded repeatedly: "Thank you, director, for the soup. I will go to work tomorrow."
These words had a strong meaning of seeing off guests. Eric nodded knowingly, went around to the driver's seat and opened the door: "You're not in a hurry to get to work, you'd better have a good rest first! I'm leaving, I'll see you at work!" p>
Zhang Moyan was relieved, put on a smile, raised his hand and shook it enthusiastically: "Okay, director, please drive carefully on the road!"
Watching the Aston Martin start up and drive out of sight very politely, Zhang Moyan lowered her shoulders and let out a long breath. She picked up the pork rib soup in her hand and looked at it before turning and walking towards the corridor. As she took a step forward, she glanced at the building inadvertently.
After a sudden pause, he raised his head again.
"Has a new neighbor moved in across the door?" Zhang Moyan said quietly, looking at the bright living room light in the 302 window across from her.
I didn't notice anyone moving before, but it's always a good thing to have neighbors living on the same floor. It's somewhat safer.