After the draft became popular, he was secretly favored by the paranoid boss

This time, the silence on the other side was longer.

For about a minute, when Gu Nanci thought he hadn't heard it, he repeated it again.

The man's voice finally sounded again.

The coldness dissipated, and when he caught a certain key word, he seemed to repeat it with hesitation: "You said, two years ago?"

Gu Nanci: "..."

Co-authored a lot of what she said earlier.

You always hear this?

"Yes, two years ago, you left a wish." Gu Nan was silent for a second, feeling that the other party probably forgot the rhythm of this matter, and added with a sigh: "I really want to be alone, I don't know if the other party will Will be back."

"Can you tell me the specifics? For example, who is that person? Because our performance will be determined according to your wishes, and it will be released on the Internet platform at that time. Maybe it will help you find it!"

"...Sorry, I don't remember."

Gu Nanci: "..."

You said that you forgot to leave a message. After two years, it's normal.

but!

She doesn't believe that she can go to a wishing website in the middle of the night to write down her thoughts. No matter how you look at it, this kind of object is deeply buried in her heart and engraved in her heart.

Forgotten?
This is outrageous!

For the first time in his life, Gu Nanci, the social gangster who has always been invincible, has fallen into silence in his life.

Gu Nanci became numb: "Are you... are you serious? Because this is related to our performance scores, so please—"

If not teasing her.

Then there is only one explanation, I'm afraid I didn't just write it down for fun!
Without waiting for Gu Nanci's voice to finish.

Fu Zhijin's indifference and alienation when he first connected completely faded away. His voice was still deep, but mellow and melodious, like a precious century-old violin. As soon as he opened his mouth, he felt that his status was extraordinary, and he explained slowly:

"Two years ago, I had some accidents and my memory went wrong. So, what you said, I really forgot."

Gu Nanci: "...!"

How to use one sentence to make people feel guilty!

... Gan!This is really the level of tossing and turning regretful when waking up in the middle of the night!

Seemingly poking at someone's pain, Gu Nanci hurriedly apologized: "This--I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I don't know..."

"It's okay." The mellow bass sounded, "You just said that my message is about your competition, right?"

"...Yes." Mentioning this, Gu Nanci felt even more headache.

Just, compared to 100 million and the game.

It seems even more wicked to bring back painful memories for a person who emo came to leave a message at night.

The merits -1 merits -1 and redemption knocking on the wooden fish kept circulating in his mind, Gu Nanci said decisively after a moment of deliberation:

"It's okay, just pretend you didn't receive this call, sorry to bother—"

"Are you in a hurry?"

"...What?" Gu Nanci was at a loss.

"It will take about three days for me to stay here. You can give me your address. Let's meet and discuss this matter." Fu Zhijin said slowly.

Gu Nanci: "!!!"

What a joy!

Gu Nanci was suddenly surprised, "Is this... okay? It won't delay—"

"It's okay, it's not just helping you, if you're lucky... I really want to get those memories back..."

The phone hangs up.

good news.

She got in touch with someone, and he was really easy to talk to, and he was willing to come out and have an interview with her to discuss how to solve the wish.

bad news.

If this thing really talks about what will happen...

She won't really lose merit! ! !
……

Hongguo
Bafang Pavilion

The top private restaurant in Linbei, with an antique flavor, is stacked by multiple courtyards, the area is not cheap, and the price focuses on the extravagance of the upper class.

Talking and laughing are rich and powerful, and there are no white people. This is the most authentic portrayal, and most of them are the age of the fathers who are really in power at the age of 50. The younger second generations are not even qualified to come here.

Among the waterside gardens, the man stood alone at the farthest point from the crowd. His cool and cheerful figure was cast by the pale moonlight, as if covered by a layer of hazy light, which melted into the clouds and mist in the next second, disappearing silently.

After hanging up the phone, the tenderness that originally existed on the face disappeared in an instant, and returned to indifference in a second.

Looking back at the toasts in the courtyard behind him indifferently and toasting, as if the whole world didn't matter, he frowned slightly, and even a bit of disgust lingered between his brows.

However, that power and dignity will not let him go.

Seeing that Fu Zhijin was free, the people inside swarmed over, all of them were celebrities and dignitaries in the TV news, but when they saw this young and handsome man, they all flattered and sought after him, and their attitude was low and low.

In the distance, beside a stone table by the lake.

Mo Ran stared at Fu Zhijin who was surrounded by the crowd for a few seconds, then coldly looked away.

He picked up the stones arranged on the table, twisted one, aimed at the right direction, and threw it out across an arc.

Ripples rippled from the surface of the lake, no matter in terms of strength or distance, they were perfect floats.

However, in such a place, a president who is a successful person who contracts billions of dollars every minute is dressed.

Hiding here like no one is doing nothing? ? ?
Even more than that, just listen to Mo Ran whispering irritably while throwing:

"Damn...it's not over yet..."

Suddenly, there was a rustle in the nearby forest, and there seemed to be a figure floating.

Mo Ran's eyes were sharp for a moment, and just as he was about to shout, he saw a person crawling out of it.

With a panicked expression on his face, he looked at Mo Ran as if he saw a life-saving straw, and said in a panic:

"Young Master Mo! Young Master Mo begs you to save me!"

When Mo Ran ran out of patience and was about to kick him over.

The poorly dressed man with a bruised face said, "I'm Si Chang! It's—that's—the one who helped you clean up Gu Nanci—"

Like some kind of voice control button.

Suddenly, Mo Ran stopped.

He squinted his eyes, and at the moment he heard a certain word, he glanced in a certain direction surrounded by people, and his voice sounded harshly with a warning:

"Shut up! Keep your voice down!"

Then he lowered his voice and scanned the people under his feet with scrutiny: "...Say, what's wrong?"

Si Chang opened his mouth, as if he was frightened, after a while, he regained his composure, stumbled and said:
"I... I was really just obsessed with ghosts for a while, and it was all caused by the song seller! Mo Shao, I know that you have shares in the company, please help me talk! I can't...really can't be resigned... ..."

"It's all Gu Nanci's fault! It's all that bitch's fault! If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have fallen for that businessman! Mo Shao! As long as you help me... I will definitely teach you a lesson! It's like letting him fall into the river back then." Same……"

The moment Si Chang scolded Gu Nanci, Mo Ran's expression darkened, and he kicked him in the face.

However, when he heard the last sentence, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Facing Si Chang who fell to the ground in embarrassment, blood on his face mixed with nosebleeds, and Si Chang who was holding his cheek in a daze in disbelief.

"What fell into the river?!" Mo Ran's voice was sharp, and his eyes shot like torches.