Chapter 195

Three hours ago, Kyoto.

A cafe called "seven color time".

This cafe is near the Kyoto Institute of finance. It has experienced more than ten years of wind and rain and sent away many graduates from the Institute of finance.

Mo Yan sat above a seat near the window and looked out of the window.

When night falls and lights are on, the roads are still busy and pedestrians are still in a hurry.

A couple of college students walked by holding hands. The girl snuggled up in the boy's arms. The boy looked down at the girl from time to time. They looked at each other and smiled, green and sweet.

Mo Yan was a little distracted. When she fell in love with Chen Ming, she often held hands and walked into the cafe together.

At that time, Mo Yan had just graduated from the school of Finance and his economic ability was limited. He rented a cheap rental house near the school.

The company is far from the rental house. Mo Yan has to get up at six every day and take a bus for an hour and a half to get to the company. He often has no time to eat breakfast.

Chen Ming also just started working, but fortunately the company provided accommodation. He rushed to Moyan's company every morning to deliver breakfast to her.

In the evening, Mo Yan continued to finish the unfinished work in the coffee shop.

And Chen Ming will accompany her.

Two people order a cup of coffee, plug in two straws and take a sip each. They drink it from 8 p.m. to the closing of the coffee shop.

Mo Yan remembers that after getting familiar with the people in the coffee shop, the boss once said to her:

"A boyfriend who is reluctant to order you a cup of coffee alone can't give you a happy life."

Mo Yan didn't think so at that time. He thought it was just the boss's vague expression of dissatisfaction that they only ordered a cup of coffee each time.

Unexpectedly, it became a prophecy.

"Smoke, I'm sorry I'm late."

A man in a suit, glasses and elegant temperament walked into the cafe and came to Mo Yan with a smile.

Mo Yan looked up, his eyes moved, and stretched out his hand to point to the opposite seat.

"It doesn't matter. Please sit down."

"Smoke, for ten years, you are still so beautiful and have more and more temperament."

Chen Ming sat down, looked at Mo Yan carefully and said with heartfelt admiration.

"Oh, you haven't changed at all."

Mo Yan picked up his bag and put it on the table. His tone seemed ironic.

"Smoke, do you remember? At the beginning, we always liked to drink coffee here at night. When you worked, I came to accompany you from a place far away from here for three consecutive months without interruption. "

Chen Ming leaned comfortably against the back of his chair. He was very tall. He looked at Mo Yan carefully from a commanding position. He felt that Mo Yan was more delicious than before, and his figure was more attractive.

He pushed his glasses, his eyes flashed with excitement and greed, but his voice was still full of nostalgia.

"At that time, we were like this..."

Chen Ming reaches forward and wants to hold Mo Yan's hand.

"Smoke, I really want to go back to the old way. I swear, this time I will spend my whole life to make up for the damage you have suffered."

Mo Yan took back her hand and didn't let Chen Ming touch it. She shouted at the counter, "boss, it's OK."

"All right."

A man in his fifties gave orders to several waiters. Soon, they brought seven or eight cups of coffee at the same time, then returned to the counter, and then brought seven or eight cups of coffee.

After a few rounds, a total of 31 cups of coffee were densely placed on the table.

The boss himself took a plastic bucket with a garbage bag and put it next to the table.

"Smoke, are you..."

Chen Ming had prepared a lot of moving words, but now he is a little confused.

"You just said you had coffee here with me for three months."

Mo Yan ignored Chen Ming's surprise and said faintly:

"But we've only been here 31 times, ordering only one cup of coffee each time."

She pointed to the dense coffee on the table: "I admit that I was working at that time and you were with me. I owe you these thirty-one cups. Now I give them back to you once."

"Then I have something for you." With that, Mo Yan opened his bag, took out a stack of photos from inside and threw them directly in front of Chen Ming.

"Smoke, what are you doing?" Chen Ming smiled, trying to ease the gradually embarrassing atmosphere.

But when he picked up the picture, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Each photo shows him talking to another man, and several of them are obviously in the CEO's office of Tianhai company.

"I hired a private detective. These are the photos he took following you."

Mo Yan looked at Chen Ming coldly and continued:

"Do you and I know who the person in the picture is?"

"Smoke, listen to me, President Feng..."

Mo Yan picked up a cup of coffee and poured it directly on Chen Ming's face. Then, amid his exclamation and the rush to wipe his face with paper, he calmly said:

"Feng Zheng, the boss of Tianhai company, found you in order for me to help him persuade Lin Yao to sign the renewal contract. He thought you would be my weakness, right? I'm curious. What did he promise you? "

Seeing that he was torn down, Chen Ming simply stopped pretending. He looked at Mo Yan angrily:

"Mo Yan, you crazy woman!

President Feng said that as long as Lin Yao is willing to renew his contract, he will let me be the deputy director, and you will be the director. In those years, you have ruined me once, and now you should compensate me! "

Mo Yan looked at the shameless man coldly:

"You cheated at the wedding and blamed me for ruining you?"

"You put that kind of video in public, which made me unable to lift my head in front of my relatives, friends and colleagues. The company fired me the day after the wedding!

But what's wrong with me? I just made a mistake that all men make! "

Chen Ming slapped the table and glared at Mo Yan:

"Besides, you also have the responsibility to say that you can give it to me after marriage! I am also a man. Why can't I touch my girlfriend?

Do you know what others say about me? A man who can't afford a car or a house is not qualified to go to his girlfriend's bed!

I'm just venting my pain, but you! Actually secretly recorded Xiaolan and me and openly broadcast them at the wedding!

You are a vicious madman. You ruined me alive! "

Looking at the hysterical Chen Ming, Mo Yan's eyes became completely cold. She picked up the coffee on the table and poured it cup by cup into the trash can next to the table.

"You're such a waste. You're not qualified to drink the coffee I bought!"

Then he grabbed his bag and walked to the door of the cafe.

"Don't smoke, don't smoke!"

Chen Ming dared not roar any more. He quickly stopped in front of her and begged:

"Lin Yao is just an artist you brought. It's easy for you to ask her to sign a contract renewal. How can we say that we also have a relationship, and it's good for you. Why are you so stubborn?"

Mo Yan stepped on Chen Ming's feet with a high-heeled shoe, and strode out of the cafe in his howling voice.

There are still a lot of people outside the door. Just now, the college couple who passed through the coffee shop walked in front of Mo Yan again.

This time, the girl seemed to be angry. The boy followed carefully and comforted the girl at a loss.

Mo Yan suddenly smiled. She took out her mobile phone and called out the wedding photo ten years ago at the bottom of the gallery.

Put your finger on the delete key and press it hard.

Then he sent a message to a silly x on wechat:

"What are you doing?"

Silly X: "sleep, just finished recording the program, tired to death."

Mo Yan: "did I wake you up?"

Silly X: "yes, what's the matter with me so late? Want to tell jokes again? "

Mo Yan: "I have something very important to tell you."

Silly X: "what's up?"

Mo Yan: "get up and pee."

Silly X: "