At this time, Mo Han, who was lying on the ground, said in a dream, "Xue Xiaochen, don't leave … Xue Xiaochen, don't leave me alone …"

When Fu Yuchen heard that she was talking about that person in her dreams, his heart was extremely uncomfortable. It seemed that that person had a deep influence on her! What am I doing? I thought about it for a while, but there was nothing I could do, so I could only drink to relieve my worries.

Anyone who encountered such a thing would be angry, not angry at her, but angry at himself, angry that he did not enter her heart, did not enter her dreams. This kind of feeling that even though he had worked hard, he still had this kind of result made people angry, but there was nothing they could do about it. After all, there were some things that couldn't be accomplished by hard work.

Some people say that love is actually the feeling when chasing girls or boys. Once you get it, this feeling will disappear and be replaced by life!

Perhaps, what you like is not her, but the feeling when you pursue her. But once you lose it, you know if you really like her.

Fu Yuchen drank from cup to cup, and soon there was no bottle left. He directly tossed the cup aside and blew on the bottle … This way of drinking red wine, in the eyes of wine masters, was undoubtedly carrying a hidden treasure, right?

As he drank, he recalled the time he had spent with her in the past. Although everything was insignificant, he had poured in a lot of effort and devoted his heart to it.

Everyone said that in love, whoever was serious first would lose. Anyone would be wounded badly. But he, Fu Yuchen, did not believe that he was such a person. He knew that there were tigers and mountains, and he was biased towards Tiger Mountain. He originally thought that he would not be like what others had said, ruling his own destiny. Otherwise, wouldn't he just believe that everything was arranged? What's the point of that? That's how he is! However, I'm afraid I still lost … to fate.

He was angry! Why didn't she dream of herself? Why did he not forget that Xue? How good was this for him! The unknown was the most terrifying, at least he had temporarily lost to him.

But wasn't she drunk? Perhaps I'll forget about him after this time, right? I can pretend that I don't know anything, right, why don't I know anything! Thinking of this, he took another mouthful of wine, as if it was Granny Meng's soup. Of course, it was a small amount … If he drank it, he wouldn't know what those heart-piercing words were tonight, even though she was still talking about dreams … He didn't want to hear them, nor did he dare to listen to them.

He really wanted to say: Shut up, I'm not that bastard! But I can't, I can't wake her up. There are some things that I'm destined to have to carry on my own! He comforted himself like an injured cat licking his wound. Nothing happened but he was so focused that he didn't seem to think about anything. However, when you look up, you will find that he already understood a lot. It was as if you said to yourself, "I will never get hurt again because of this kind of thing!" Never again!

Who knew how hard it was to wait for a girl to answer when confessing, especially for the first time when a pure-hearted boy was waiting. This kind of waiting was the most fatal.

Now it's really a dream of heaven and hell! At this time, fate was once again in the hands of others. This was the most fragile moment for the boys who liked to control the situation. It was as if they were facing the oppression of fate but were powerless to resist.

At this moment, Mo Han's heart was also very conflicted. She did not know if the other party really loved her, nor did she know if she really did not love Xue Xiaochen and fell in love with him? … She was very annoyed and confused in her heart.

Girls were originally animals that liked to tangle with each other. If they kept asking her questions at this time, it would be counterproductive. It would give her time to think that boys couldn't do it. This kind of feeling was like walking on thin ice in an abyss. It would feel uncomfortable even if she stayed for a while longer. At this time, he could only try his best to increase his bargaining chip and make him do nothing. It would be better to make him go crazy.

Fu Yuchen told her about the little things that had happened between them these past few days. Some were laughing heartily, some were romantic flowers, some were warm-hearted details, and some were moments of character and love …

Hearing him use his emotional tone to recall so many details, her eyes instantly became moist.

'"He is handsome, not playful, nor is he a big pig's hoof, and he treats me so well. Why should I not be with him? Finally, she cried and laughed, and nodded to Fu Yuchen, who was still complaining."

This time, Fu Yuchen was suddenly stunned. Happiness came too suddenly, smashing him into a daze from the sky. After he realized it, he rushed forward and threw Mo Han, who was still wiping her tears, onto the bed. He looked at her face carefully and said, "Is this true? Are you my girlfriend?"

"En!" Mo Han replied tearfully.

He could no longer find any words to describe his happiness at this moment. When he saw her tears, he kissed her off and said to her, "I will love you for the rest of my life! Even if you don't love me, I will love you! Because you have brought me so much happiness!"

"What are you saying? How can I not love you? Let's never part!"

After saying that, they hugged and kissed each other …

Suddenly, Fu Yuchen loosened his lips and looked at Mo Han, who had a reproachful expression, and said, "Aren't you still going to work today? How can you be late on the first day?" Mo Han also woke up and looked at the time. Fortunately, there was still time, just enough to cook breakfast.

"Shall I cook breakfast?" Mo Han said.

"Don't, don't, don't, don't. You should rest well. You went crazy last night and now you should rest. Otherwise, you'll be sleepy at work." Fu Yuchen hurriedly stopped her.

So Fu Yuchen made a loving poached egg with a bun and a glass of milk. They ate breakfast together and fed it to others from time to time, how sweet it was.

"Fu, you're so kind!"

"Nothing, you're the best! Am I not doing enough?"

"No, no, no, no. I'm already very satisfied! With such a good boyfriend like you, I'm afraid you'll have to laugh out loud in your dreams, right?"

"It's my happiness to have such a beautiful and intelligent girlfriend like you! I don't even think much of those other vulgar fans!"

Just like that, the two of them said something that could only be said between boyfriend and girlfriend, and unknowingly ate all their breakfast.

"Aiya! Time is almost up, we have to go." Mo Han said.

"Shall I send you off?"

"Alright! Let's go now!"

Fu Yuchen drove his girlfriend Mo Han to the company. The so-called spring breeze and horse hoof disease, seeing all the Chang'an flowers in a day, it should be written at this time, right? Now, Fu Yuchen's heart is blooming with joy. He is addicted to happiness. Perhaps even the top student in the college entrance exam is not so happy, right?

Very quickly, the company arrived. Before they got off the car, the two of them kissed each other again. Finally, they reluctantly got off the car. Fu Yuchen couldn't see enough of the figure who turned around three steps at a time until he couldn't see it anymore. The last afterimage also disappeared from his eyes before he withdrew his gaze.

Ming Ya was worthy of being the leader of the advertising industry. There was plenty of space in the dozens of floors of the tall building. Upon entering, one could see a very large sculpture. This sculpture was Ming Ya's logo. From the looks of it, this sculpture was roughly nine meters tall. With the sculpture as the center of the circle and a radius of six meters, there was nothing else in the circle other than the light from the sculpture. Placing some large potted plants in the ring seemed to be very low-key, but it was very natural and inexplicably luxurious.

At the entrance, there was a five-meter white information desk with the words "Ming Ya" written on it. It was also equipped with English and French. If one looked closely at Ming Ya, one would be surprised to discover that there was a Ming Ya logo on these two words. The workmanship was very exquisite, as if it was a modification of Ming Ya.

The people on the information desk were even more beautiful. Ten centimeters of black high heels made this 1.8-meter-tall woman even taller. Her slender legs were also white and straight, and even a girl would be filled with love when she saw them.

The short black dress wrapped her buttocks perfectly. Her slender waist gave her tyrannical aura a a bit of tenderness. Three buttons were left unbuttoned on the white shirt, and deep cleavages could be vaguely seen, full of temptation.

The white shirt clung to her figure, revealing her perfect figure. Looking up again, her slender neck, bright red mouth, and delicate skin made people want to eat and touch them clean. Her fair skin made her lips look even more beautiful. Along with her long eyelashes, big eyes, and big wavy hair, she was sexy.

"Hello, I passed the application and came to work. Which floor do I need to report to now?" Mo Han walked forward and asked the beauty at the information desk.

"What is your name?" Her delicate voice made one's entire body numb.

"Mo Han," Mo Han heard her gentle voice and felt much happier in her heart.

"Mo Han, let me look! Mo Han, Mo Han. Ah, I found it, here." Her slender fingers slid on the paper from top to bottom, from bottom to top, pointing to Mo Han, and then from left to right. Her big eyes also moved along her fingertips, and Mo Han was amazed by her beauty.

"Just go to the personnel department." The consultant smiled at Mo Han. Her smile was very charming, and she felt that she could fuse with a person's heart.

"Thank you! Which floor is the Personnel Department on?"

"Eleventh floor." He smiled again.

The boss of the advertising industry was different. Regardless of whether it was people or decoration, they were all low-key, generous, and connotative.

Mo Han came to the manager's office on the eleventh floor and knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

After Mo Han walked through the door, after a while, the manager, who had been sitting and writing, finally raised his head.

"You must be that Mo Han, right?" Then he buried his head in writing something.

"Yes."

The manager did not put down the pen in his hand and continued to write, "Is today the first day I came to work here?"

"Yes." Mo Han didn't know where to put her hands. Standing at attention, he was dumbfounded. He held his hands behind his back and showed disrespect to the manager. He simply placed them on his abdomen and moved his fingers from time to time.

"Then do you know why we chose you instead of someone else?" The manager continued to ask.

"Sorry, I don't know."

The manager put down the pen in his hand and raised his head to look at Mo Han. "You really don't know?"

"Yes."

"Alright then, take the third row and the twenty-fourth folder on the cabinet behind you and give it to me."

"Okay."

"The twenty-fourth from the left or the twenty-fourth from the right?" Mo Han felt very helpless when faced with the manager's inexplicable relief. After thinking for a while, she decided to ask. "Is it the twenty-fourth from the left or the twenty-fourth from the right?"

"The 24th from the left." The manager's words were cold and indifferent, causing Mo Han to feel a little scared.

Mo Han took the manager's desk and handed it to the manager with both hands. The manager had his head buried.

"Manager, I brought it over."

The manager didn't raise his head and continued to write down the things in his hand, as if he hadn't heard Mo Han's words.

Seeing that the manager did not look up, Mo Han put down the folder again. But as soon as he put it down, the manager raised his head.

"Why don't you keep the posture after you bring it over? Isn't it difficult? Don't you know that you don't respect me? Is it tired?" The manager was furious.

Mo Han hesitated for a moment before handing the folder to the manager.

"Remember to be polite next time." Then, he continued to write.

"Take the folder back and follow this to do the work." The manager said carelessly.