"Hello, Teacher Xiao, I am Jin Xueyang. I have something to do..." Jin Xueyang introduced himself respectfully and excitedly.
"Sorry, I'm not Mr. Xiao." A young and rough voice interrupted him.
Jin Xueyang stopped: "Who are you?"
The other person seemed to think for a moment: "I am his subordinate, what can I do for you?"
I'd like to ask you guys, it's weird when we put them all together, it's an indescribable feeling.
"Oh, that's it..." Jin Xueyang slowed down and said while thinking: "Oh hello, I'm Jin Xueyang, the reporter of the First News, whom Mr. Xiao knows! That's it, one of my colleagues named Zhang picked up a
She suspected that Mr. Xiao might have left the bunch of keys when he came to her place a few days ago, so she wanted to confirm with him. If so, we will find a time to send them to Mr. Xiao!"
Jin Xueyang is indeed a thoughtful person. He specifically concealed sensitive information such as Zhang Moyan's gender and location of her home in his words, nipping all unnecessary misunderstandings in the cradle.
Hearing that it was Xiao Xingyu's key, the other end of the phone paused: "This... just wait, I'll ask Mr. Xiao now."
The word "you" really doesn't match the entire style of speech.
"Okay, trouble." Jin Xueyang gestured to Zhang Moyan and said, "He went to ask."
The phone was silent for about two minutes, and then the voice of the "underground man" rang again. Zhang Moyan could not hear clearly what was said on the phone, but Jin Xueyang's expression visibly faded, and he hung up the phone after a while. Affected by the low pressure emitted by Jin Xueyang, Zhang Moyan asked cautiously: "What's wrong?"
Jin Xueyang held the phone tightly and said in a strong voice: "He said that Teacher Xiao had not lost his keys recently and asked me not to call him again. He would block me later..."
He slumped his shoulders, his frustration gradually increasing: "This is the third time. I know I will end up like this if I fail again."
Zhang Moyan said "Oh" and showed a puzzled expression.
Jin Xueyang looked at Zhang Moyan who seemed to be unaware of the consequences. He took several deep breaths, as if he had circled around the crater and came back. He said with a forced tolerance: "I don't blame you, I was confused.
."
Zhang Moyan didn't understand his sudden self-blame.
Jin Xueyang grabbed her hand and handed the key back to her: "You don't recognize the key, so it belongs to Teacher Xiao?"
Zhang Moyan said matter-of-factly: "Yes, I have been in the hospital these days, and only Xiao Xingyu has been in this room..."
"Is it possible that it's your family?" Before she could finish speaking, Jin Xueyang cut her off: "For example, your mother?"
Zhang Moyan said "Oh" and closed her mouth, looked at the key in her hand, and said with a guilty conscience: "...Then, that is also possible."
Jin Xueyang rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.
Zhang Moyan pinched her lower lip with her fingers and pondered and analyzed: "However, I have already coaxed my mother to say that I am going to Guangzhou for a business trip. Logically speaking, it is impossible for her to come over."
Jin Xueyang sighed, took a pair of men's slippers from the shoe cabinet and put on his shoes: "Maybe your mother will come to see your house and want to clean it for you? Hasn't she done this before?"
Seeing Jin Xueyang like an eggplant beaten by frost, Zhang Moyan felt very guilty. He immediately picked up the phone and called his mother. Unfortunately, the phone rang for a long time and no one answered.
Jin Xueyang put the milk and fruits on the dining table in the living room with a numb expression. Without any delay, he walked back to the entrance to put on his shoes. He warned Zhang Moyan in a depressed mood: "In a short time, at least today, I don't want to see it again."
It’s your turn.”
Zhang Moyan watched him gnashing his teeth and pulling out his shoes: "Shall we have dinner together? I'll treat you."
Jin Xueyang's face turned pale: "It's useless. One meal can't make up for anything."
He opened the door and Zhang Moyan followed: "Don't be like this... How about I find a way to help you make an appointment with Teacher Xiao?"
Jin Xueyang held her shoulders and asked her to stay: "Ning can't do anything. I'd rather not do anything anymore. Today is your last day to rest. Stay at home and remember, don't call me."
After Jin Xueyang left, Zhang Moyan called her mother several times, and Huang Qin finally answered the phone at six o'clock in the evening. It turned out that she went to the community to rehearse square dancing this afternoon and did not bring her mobile phone.
Zhang Moyan asked her about the key. Huang Qin was confused and said that she had not been to the small house in Yunshan Homeland in the past week. The situation of the key made her very nervous: "Doudou, will there be a thief at home?"
?Is there anything missing over there? Mom, why don’t you come over and take a look?
Zhang Moyan couldn't bear it and quickly pretended to remember: "Oh, I remembered it. It's the key to the company's computer room that I borrowed before the business trip."
……
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Moyan thought about it and still felt that the key could only belong to Xiao Xingyu.
"But why did his assistant say no?" Zhang Moyan sat upright at the dining table and looked at each other with the two keys, puzzled.
Could it be that Jin Xueyang heard it wrong?
Yes, he must have heard wrong.
She has to find a chance to ask.
***The author has something to say***
That's right, starting from today, this book will usher in a new round of pk exams,
55555, The opponent is stronger and I’m so scared (biting a handkerchief)
In the next few days (it should be 4 days, I will notify you if it is wrong), there will be 2 updates!
I'm coming again,
I hope you guys will keep reading in the past four days. Please read it if you don’t want to read it.
Check in, comment and vote for recommendations,
Don’t force everyone to reward you.
I hope I won’t kneel down this round of pk,
This time I kneel down, this book may never be recommended here~~
The competition in the online writing world is so cruel (trembling)
