Chapter 222 Checking the Phone
There was nothing special about the call records. Huo Qichen never made notes for anyone. He had a good memory and could remember every number he had seen and who it belonged to.
As for WeChat, which everyone has nowadays, Huo Qi Chen also has one, but he doesn't have many contacts, and most of the time he only uses it to reply to WeChat messages from his grandfather and Jian Mo.
To a large extent, Huo Qichen is old-fashioned and conservative at heart.
Old things always make people reminisce.
Jian Mo opened his WeChat while biting his chopsticks. Many people sent him messages, but he didn't reply to most of them, except for the one from his grandfather. He told him to go home more often to see Xiaomo.
He replied simply: I understand.
More like perfunctory.
Jian Mo skipped them one by one and opened her own dialog box. He didn't leave a note for her, so she thought about it and wrote: Baby Xiaomo.
After the fight, I felt so disgusted that I trembled violently.
Jian Mo was satisfied. She packed up her things, went into the bathroom to take a shower, and woke up most of the time. The clothes she brought were all for wearing outside, but indoors, her pajamas had been messed up by Huo Qichen. She had a bad idea and put on Huo Qichen's shirt, which reached to her thighs and just covered her.
Huo Qichen has low blood sugar, so once he falls asleep, he has trouble waking up.
Jian Mo sat on the edge of the bed, holding her face and looking at him. He was half asleep and half awake, with his whole face buried in the snow-white pillow. His usually mature appearance now had a bit of childishness, and there was no trace of cunning in him.
Jian Mo looked at him for a long time, inexplicably nostalgic for his harmless appearance. After a long while, she reached out to poke Huo Qichen's face, treating him like a child, "Get up, it's dark."
Huo Qichen grabbed her hand, his eyes still closed, and his voice was hoarse, "I'm sleepy."
"Even if you're sleepy, you have to get up."
He didn't move.
Jian Mo then pursed her lips and deliberately joked: "Then you continue to sleep, I'm leaving."
There was no response for a long time, but the man's eyes had slowly opened. He looked at her and spoke very slowly, "Why are you leaving again?"
Jian Mo heard a hint of grievance and resentment in his tone for no reason, and was stunned. He seemed to be afraid that she would leave.
She continued, "I have to go back and take care of old Jane. I can't stay long."
We've been together for a day and she didn't even mention it.
Huo Qichen, still a bit grumpy after waking up, held her hand tightly and said, "Let the servants take care of it. Stay here."
Jian Mo almost wanted to laugh, "Huo Qichen, you can't bear to leave me, can you?"
Huo Qi Chen didn't like her coming back and leaving in a hurry, and he was very annoyed.
He stood up slightly, and before Jian Mo could react, he was carried by the waist to the bed, lying on him and letting out a low cry.
Huo Qichen pinched her waist and said, "I said stay here."
Jian Mo simply let him hold her and smiled, "I was kidding you, Old Jian is capable of being on his own now, he doesn't need me to watch over him every day."
"You lied to me." Huo Qi Chen narrowed his eyes. Only then did he see that she was wearing his clothes. As he hugged her and rubbed her, the clothes were pulled up a little. What caught his eye was something that could make one's blood boil.
All sleepiness was gone now. He turned over and pressed her under him, keeping her under absolute control. But he didn't know where he touched her, but she laughed so hard.
"Hahahaha, Huo Qichen, don't... don't..."
Huo Qi Chen let go of her hand and looked at her seriously.
Jian Mo slowly stopped smiling at his gaze and apologized coquettishly, "I was wrong."
But there was no room for apology. Huo Qichen's possession meant that there was no escape.
He whispered, "Little. Goblin."
Huo Qi Chen stayed here with Jian Mo for a day, and he did not handle any official business during that day.
Most of the time, Jian Mo lay on the bed watching movies with the curtains drawn tightly. Huo Qi Chen held her by his side, occasionally looking down at her serious and focused expression, with infinite tenderness in his eyes.
During this time, Jian Mo's phone rang. She stared at the movie and didn't want to move. She pushed him and said, "Help me get it."
The cell phone was placed on the bedside table. Huo Qi Chen lazily reached out to pick it up, unlocked it casually, and saw an email that said: Hello, congratulations on passing our second round of interviews. The third round of interviews is scheduled for Monday at 10 am. Please arrive on time.
Huo Qichen's mouth sank slightly. She didn't realize anything was wrong and didn't look up. "What's the news?"
The man put the phone back where it was and pinched her plump cheeks. "Looking for a job."
declarative sentence.
Jian Mo paused chewing on potato chips and half-jokingly said, "...I still want to stay in this circle. I just hope that Mr. Huo will be merciful and not cut off my retreat."
Huo Qichen relaxed his grip, his vision blurring as he watched the movie. "Which company do you want to go to? I'll arrange it for you."
"No, I can do it myself." Jian Mo said from the bottom of her heart, "After all, I was able to enter the Huo family based on my own ability."
Now that I'm Mrs. Huo, I can't take advantage of my privileges. It's embarrassing.
"Look at yourself." He lowered his voice, and the tone was particularly prominent against the backdrop of the movie narration.
Jian Mo didn't continue talking. He got up and left the bedroom to make a phone call. The specific content of his words could not be heard.
She waited for a while before Huo Qichen came back, holding his phone. He was wearing home trousers and looked exceptionally gentle and calm. He suddenly asked, "Are you here to accompany Mrs. Liang?"
"Didn't you see it?"
"Do something for me tomorrow," he said, taking a cigarette from the pack and lighting it. "Auction an item. Just name the price. As long as you can get it."
"What?"
It was a pendulum clock, quite old, and probably worth at least eight figures. Huo Qichen showed her the picture and said, "These are antiques collected by my father. After his death, they were circulated all over the place and only surfaced this year."
His father... then this is very important. Jian Mo took a deep breath and said, "I may not be able to do it."
Huo Qichen lazily held a cigarette in his mouth and rubbed her head, "I believe you."
"What about you?" Jian Mo asked.
"There's a meeting."
Huo Qichen was going to attend an event of an international forum, not far from the auction site, and many media were present.
Stacks of A4 papers are densely packed with this year's new regulations.
The scene was extremely chaotic. Many reporters sat on the ground, quickly skimming through and memorizing the information, and then compiling it into concise text to send to the public.
Wen Yuan, an employee of Vanke, was also among them.
She is actually not eye-catching, but she becomes eye-catching when someone notices her.
Finally free, Mo Yi tested Huo Qichen's bottom line and pointed in a direction, "A beauty is like jade, are you willing to give it up?"
Huo Qichen only glanced over and then withdrew his gaze indifferently, with a slight warning, "Watch your mouth."
So Mo Yi had no choice but to feel pity for Miss Wen.
Wen Yuan obviously came for Huo Qi Chen, but his attitude was always lukewarm. After so many years, he deserved pity.
Huo Qi Chen knew that Wen Yuan was present, and since everyone was doing their job, he didn't pay much attention.
During the intermission, the secretary was running back and forth to do some work and was stopped by a woman. She was using the pen clip to hold the loose hair on her forehead, which looked a bit funny.
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