Mo Yan nodded with satisfaction, but her tone was still arrogant.
"Oh, then I... won't come?"
Zhang Zhiqin's voice sounded very happy, as if having dinner with Mo Yan was a terrible thing.
"I'm inviting you to dinner, why don't you come?"
Mo Yan's tone gradually turned cold.
"Come, come, I will definitely come!"
Zhang Zhiqin shuddered and spoke quickly.
"Well, see you tonight."
"Yes, see you tonight."
After Mo Yan hung up first, Zhang Zhiqin dared to put down the phone, patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Planning Manager Zhang, what's wrong? Did your girlfriend check on you?"
A familiar staff member passed by and saw that he looked a little strange, so he made a joke.
"Fuck, don't curse me."
Zhang Zhiqin was so frightened that she waved her hands repeatedly and said firmly:
"I, Zhang Zhiqin, would rather be single for the rest of my life than find such a fierce girlfriend, even if I jump off this Mannao Mountain!"
…
At eight o'clock in the evening, in Miao Village not far from Mannao Mountain.
The restaurant where Mo Yan had talked to Fang Xiaole alone, and where Zhang Zhiqin bumped into Mo Yan, causing her "legs to be unable to close again."
In a private room that had been booked early.
Fang Xiaole and Zhang Zhiqin sat on one side of the table, Mo Yan and Lin Yao sat opposite them, and Fangfang hung alone at the corner of the table.
"Sister Mo, do you have something to talk to me about?"
Fang Xiaole asked Mo Yan.
"There's something I've actually been thinking about for a long time."
Mo Yan picked up the teacup and took a sip, then said slowly:
"You and Lin Yao, maybe you can open a studio together."
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