Chapter 725

This number is Is it mo Jincheng's?

Is it that she is going to interview Mo Jincheng's family?

No, no, no, No.

It won't be so coincidental.

"Mother Jiang, do you know the name of this family?"

Fang Yuan looks forward to mother Jiang.

Jiang's mother showed a little smile: "I don't know the specific name. I only know the surname mo. you don't have to worry. It's someone Mu Xiao knows. It's very reliable."

Fang Yuan looks at the ground dully.

My surname is mo.

It's really Mo Jincheng.

Really!

mobile phone number is as like as two peas. The same name is the same.

No way.

She can't go.

Now I don't know how to meet him.

But how can she refuse mother Jiang.

"What's the matter?" Jiang's mother also saw the square circle is not right, quickly asked.

Fang Yuan shook his head, hesitated again and again, but did not say it.

After all, mother Jiang was kind-hearted to find her a job.

If she said she would not go, she would have let others down.

Then walk around the door and go straight.

Should not be so unlucky, met Mo Jincheng at the door.

Make up one's mind, square heart, but still hanging.

She was vaguely expecting something, and vaguely resisting something.

A kind of inexplicable feeling lingers on her body, like an entangled Parthenocissus, encircling her heart layer by layer, and finally nothing can be seen.

After Jiang's mother left, Fang Yuan had a simple breakfast and began to pack up.

Busy time always passes quickly, and it's afternoon in the blink of an eye.

Fang Qing has no idea how many times she has come to urge her to go out.

However, Fang Yuan did not make any effort.

What do you say when you see him?

Hello, I'm here for an interview.

I called you last night. A woman answered. How are you doing?

Ah, ah, ah!

Why think about all this mess!

Fang Yuan took a hard breath.

Tell yourself in secret.

She won't meet Mo Jincheng at the door.

No!

However, why is the heart still looking forward to, looking forward to meeting him.

Even a glance

Ah, ah!

Fang Yuan stood up from the chair, two willow eyebrows deeply condensed into a line.

Fang Qing looks at her sister in doubt.

"Sister, what's the matter with you? Don't you just go to the interview? Why are you so upset? Ha ha, you won't be nervous because you haven't been to the interview for a long time? It turns out that there are still things in the world that can make you nervous... "

Fang Qing's nagging makes Fang Yuan's mood more restless.

Although Fang Qing is wrong about why she is nervous, now she is really nervous.

Is it because I want to see that man?

Taking a deep breath, she firmly took the first step.

I just want to prove that the man's influence on her is not so great.

Fang Yuan picked it up at random and went out directly.

As soon as she got to the gate, she regretted it.

The dress of white T-shirt and jeans is not too low.

Wait, Fang Yuan, why do you care?

You didn't care about that before.

This kind of dress is what she usually wears at work.

Why did you never feel before, but now you feel very low?

Just shake your head. That's enough.

It's just an interview.

I won't see him anyway.

Not to see, not to see, not to see, not to see

Fang Yuan constantly hypnotizes himself, but what comes to mind is the man gently pinning her hair behind his ears, with a banter smile on his face.

"Actually, you're beautiful."

Maybe, at that moment, the heart beating is the heart beating.

Unconsciously, Fang Yuan has come to the address given to her by mother Jiang.

It's a white building.

The whole road is covered with green shade, and occasionally birds pass by, as if to add a touch of smoke and fire to the place.

She went to the door.

There was a sudden expectation in my heart.

Mother Jiang said that he was free at the right time.

Does that mean Mo Jincheng is in the room?

She hesitated and raised her hand. Just as she was about to ring the doorbell, her hand jerked back like an electric shock.In case

What if an Qing was in there?

She turned and turned back, hesitating.

I want to go, but I have other expectations in my heart.

What are you looking forward to?

Fang Yuan doesn't know.

She just thought her head was big, big.

Bite teeth, Fang Yuan still rang the doorbell.

Anyway, it should be an account to mother Jiang.

The doorbell was ringing.

She looked at the door like a frightened bird.

Body, like a nail in the foot.

I can't move half a minute.

However, half a minute later

There was still no movement in the house.

Fang Yuan pressed again in disappointment.

Continue to wait anxiously.

However, there is still no one.

Is it out.

Fang Yuan took out his mobile phone, looked at the 11 numbers in the contact, hesitated again and again, but still didn't have the courage to dial out.

Even if we call, what should we say?

It seems that there is nothing to say.

Forget it.

Go back.

Maybe people don't care at all.

Maybe he is dating an Qing?

In the mind, unexpectedly also gradually outline, Mo Jincheng and an Qing shoulder to shoulder walk together picture.

His smile must be very bright.

That kind of brilliance is more dazzling than the sun, right.

The finger trembles slightly, actually dialed the telephone.

Fang Yuan wanted to pinch it off, but no matter how hard he tried, he didn't hang up.

I watched the phone dial.

Her heart, also pulled to the throat position.

It must be on purpose.

God must have done it on purpose.

But

No one answered the phone.

Fang Yuan looked at the gradually gray screen, the position of the chest, like a rag blocked, very uncomfortable.

It's depressing.

People don't care about it at all.

She's had a lot of tension in her heart.

That's funny.

This kind of self, is not she who used to like Dr. Zhao?

However, once upon a time, I liked Dr. Zhao's Fangyuan, at least he was innocent.

Now she, what qualifications like a person.

Besides, it's still such a wonderful person.

She is even less qualified.

She raised her head and looked at the blue sky. It was so pure that people forgot to breathe.

It's sad, too.

Line of sight, slowly from the clouds, down to the horizon.

Suddenly -

a Lamborghini came slowly.

Then, stop in front of her.

Back seat, two people down at the same time.

One is mo Jincheng.

And the other is It's Anqing.

On her face, is the bright smile, and the square circle imagines is the same.

A smile brighter than the sun.

It's just that it's someone else.

This man is An Qing.