[Private chat] Mo Bai Zhi Jian: Sorry. [Private chat] Xu He

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[Private chat] Mo Bai Zhi Jian: Sorry for causing you trouble.

[Private chat] Xu He: Wait, let me take a screenshot first. The master can sell a lot of gold with just the two words "sorry".

[Private chat] Mo Bai Zhi Jian: ...

Lu Wan Wan didn't really want to take a screenshot. She just didn't react for a while. Mo Bai Jian would say sorry to her because of this.

In fact, this matter has nothing to do with him. It is not written on her at all. Later, because of Lu Shui Taotao's provocation, she couldn't help it for a while, so this farce happened.

Moreover, Lu Wan Wan always feels that this matter will not end here.

[Private chat] Xu He: The master doesn't need to say sorry, I haven't lost anything.

[Private chat] Mo Bai Zhi Jian: But it also has something to do with me.

[Private chat] Xu He: Ambiguous relationship, Master, you have helped me get back my face.

[Private chat] Mo Bai Zhi Jian: Ambiguous relationship?

[Private chat] Xu He: Damn, I typed the wrong word, it’s okay.

[Private chat] Mo Bai Zhi Jian: …

Lu Wanwan looked at the time, it was almost time, so she planned to log off and go to Han Jing Mo’s house to pick someone up.

[Private chat] Xu He: Master, I still have things to do, so I’ll log off first.

[Private chat] Mo Bai Zhi Jian: Okay.

After turning off the computer, Lu Wanwan went out with a small portable suitcase.

When they arrived at Han Jing Mo’s house, it was only 16:30, Lu Wanwan raised her hand and rang the doorbell.

This time, after Han Jing Mo opened the door, he did not close the door reflexively, but calmly invited her in.

Seeing that he was still in his home clothes, Lu Wanwan asked, "When are we leaving?"

Han Jingmo raised his wrist to check the time: "Wait for me to change my clothes."

Lu Wanwan was standing in the living room. Seeing that he was about to go into the room, she hesitated for a while and called him: "I'm sorry about what happened yesterday afternoon."

Han Jingmo turned around, not understanding: "Yesterday afternoon?"

"That... pink bicycle."

Han Jingmo's eyelids twitched, and he turned around and walked back, looking down at her: "If you hadn't told me, I almost forgot."

...

So, she broke into the house herself?

Lu Wanwan laughed dryly: "What did you say last time?"

Although he didn't know why she asked that, Han Jingmo thought for a moment and repeated: "Yesterday afternoon?"

Lu Wanwan showed an awkward but polite smile: "Nothing happened yesterday afternoon."

...

Han Jingmo narrowed his eyes: "Do you think that if you say that, I will forget the pink bicycle you just mentioned?"

The smile on Lu Wanwan's face gradually disappeared: "Can you pretend that I didn't say it?"

"No." The answer was crisp and clear.

...

Lu Wanwan thought of a solution in a hurry: "Oh, it's almost time, you go change your clothes, we're going to go out."

Han Jingmo looked at her without saying a word.

After a long while, he turned around and walked towards the room.

Lu Wanwan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She glanced and saw the computer screen in his study, which seemed to be a game interface. She thought of the online game "Drunken Dream Jianghu" that he endorsed. Just after he changed his clothes and came out, she asked, "Are you playing online games?"

Han Jingmo nodded lightly.

Lu Wanwan asked, "Drunken Dream Jianghu?"

Han Jingmo glanced at her.

Lu Wanwan smiled, "I'm playing it too. It's quite fun."

Han Jingmo looked at her with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Lu Wanwan immediately waved his hands: "I don't want to add you as a friend."

...

Han Jingmo grinned: "I don't want to add you as a friend either."

"But as an assistant, I still want to remind you that even if your operation is terrible and you are being killed in seconds, you still have to pay attention to your image and don't swear everywhere. If you are exposed, your image will be ruined."

Han Jingmo frowned: "Who told you that my operation is terrible?"

Lu Wanwan's eyes rolled around quickly twice: "I guessed. You are so busy that you probably don't have much time to practice your operation."

Han Jingmo asked again: "Who told you that I was being killed in seconds?"

Lu Wanwan blinked: "After I guessed that your operation was terrible."

Han Jingmo sneered: "There is no pressure to beat you with one hand. Thank you."

...

Do you have to be so arrogant!

If it wasn't for the lack of time, Lu Wanwan would have wanted to say, come on, let's play a game now! If you say the word "afraid", she will take your last name!

Anyway, there is a notebook in the suitcase, it is not empty at all.

However, time is running out. Han Jingmo simply packed up, turned off the laptop, put it in the bag, and wanted to take it with him to shoot the commercial.

Lu Wanwan was dumbfounded: "Internet addict boy, you are going to work, not to play games."

Han Jingmo looked at her with a caring look for the mentally retarded: "I don't have amnesia, I know you are going to work." "

Then why do you bring a notebook?"

"Play online games."

Lu Wanwan gritted her teeth: "Isn't it going to play games?"

Han Jingmo sneered: "Can't you do two things at the same time? Do you have any opinions?"

...

Don't dare to have any opinions.

Can't afford to offend, bow to Han Jingmo's power.

Arriving at the garage, Han Jingmo did not drive his usual Ferrari 812, but a different car.

After putting away his luggage, he got into the driver's seat. Lu Wanwan actually wanted to say, "Why don't I drive?"

But then he thought, he had lied before and said he couldn't drive. If he said that now, Han Jingmo would definitely guess that he was deliberately lying to him.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Lu Wanwan began to struggle, sitting in the front or in the back.

This time, Han Jingmo asked the same question as before: "Where do you want to sit?"

Lu Wanwan learned from his mistakes and directly said the answer that was the opposite of what he thought in his heart: "In the front."

"Then sit in the front."

...

The plot development is wrong. Did I get the wrong script?

After Lu Wanwan saw the faint smile of success on Han Jingmo's mouth, he realized that it was not the wrong script, but that the enemy was too strong.

At this time, there was some traffic jam on the road. The car was driving and moving. After half an hour, it had only traveled less than one-third of the distance.

But the filming is tomorrow, so it doesn't matter if I go late today.

Lu Wanwan was bored, her eyes darted around, and she saw Han Jingmo's hands on the steering wheel. The joints were distinct, the fingers were long, and the skin was as transparent as jade. For hand control, it was an absolute blessing.

Lu Wanwan secretly swallowed her saliva. When she still liked Han Jingmo, she had been obsessed with his hands on posters for a long time. Now, watching them up close, it was simply a visual feast.

She couldn't help but think of what a pleasing picture it would be if these hands were typing on the computer keyboard.

There was no need to imagine such a high-end picture on the piano, because Han Jingmo's photos had already shown it, full of elegance and nobility.

With such hands, if the operation is bad, it is forgivable.

Yes, in the face of beauty, there is no principle.