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Chapter 2550 The oil is squeezed dry, how can I grow meat

Chapter 2550 The oil is squeezed dry, how can I grow meat

Immediately, the scene of him holding his mobile phone and texting with a smile on his lips appeared in his mind.

What's better?
Mo Xiaobai thought for a while, and then came back to --- "You've drained all the oil, how can you grow meat!"

After sending the text message, she regretted it.

Why does it feel like flirting, and...it's too ambiguous.

Embarrassed!

Mo Xiaobai walked into the company with a blushing face, recalling the content of the text message, he could not help but smile.

Walking into the office, as soon as I sat down, my colleague Zhang Yi walked over with a water glass: "Hey, Xiaobai, I see that your complexion is rosy, and your eyes are full of peach blossoms. You are on the way here. Have you met a handsome guy?"

"How can there be so many handsome guys Yan Yu." Mo Xiaobai held back his guilty conscience, and smiled at Zhang Yi: "I see your seal is shining, you might be lucky today!"

"Haha, then I'll go buy lottery tickets later. If you win 500 million, I'll give you 100 million!" Zhang Yi pulled up a swivel chair and sat next to Mo Xiaobai, suddenly lowered her voice, and said mysteriously: "Xiaobai, do you have a boyfriend?"

Mo Xiaobai's heart clicked, and he held his breath: "Why do you ask this?"

"Don't be so nervous, I'm just asking casually. If you don't have a boyfriend, I'll introduce you to one. Yesterday we had a college reunion. There were two male students in the class who didn't have a date. The conditions are pretty good. Are you interested in making friends? ?”

"Uh... I don't have any plans to date yet." Mo Xiaobai politely refused, blushing even more embarrassingly.

"Just know more friends and don't have psychological pressure!"

Mo Xiaobai smiled awkwardly, stood up with his mobile phone in his hand, "I'm going to the bathroom!"

"Xiaobai, think about it!"

"it is good!"

Hurriedly hiding in the bathroom, Meng Zhanyang's text message came again --- "Are you praising me for being too powerful?"

Shameless stinking thing!
Mo Xiaobai didn't bother to reply to his text messages, so he stuffed his phone into his jeans pocket, washed his face, and just after drying off the water stains on his face, Meng Zhanyang called.

"What's the matter?" Mo Xiaobai curled his lips, showing impatience in his tone.

Meng Zhanyang smiled, and instead of answering, asked, "What are you doing?"

"..." Mo Xiaobai was silent, and said brazenly, "Discuss the important events of my life with my colleagues!"

"What life event?"

"A colleague wants to introduce me to a boyfriend, and the conditions are pretty good. I think I can consider it!"

I thought Meng Zhanyang would be angry, but his performance was far beyond Mo Xiaobai's expectations. Not only was he not angry, but he also showed great support: "As long as the conditions are good, we can indeed consider it!"

Meng Zhanyang wasn't angry, but Mo Xiaobai felt very bored, and said quietly, "It will take nine and a half months to think about it."

"Heh!" Meng Zhanyang let out a muffled laugh, "Do you remember the time so clearly?"

"Of course, every day I count how much time I have left..." It really feels like a year.

A deep sense of loss flashed across Meng Zhanyang's eyes, but his tone did not change at all: "The meeting is on!"

"Ok!"

Meng Zhanyang always hangs up the phone decisively before Mo Xiaobai hangs up, this is completely different from Shen Hanyang.

For the gentle Shen Hanyang, he will listen carefully to every word she says, then say "goodbye" and wait for her to hang up.

After arriving in Bincheng, Mo Xiaobai lost contact with Shen Hanyang. She changed her mobile phone number and deleted his number from the phone book.

If you don't contact him, you can ignore his existence.

But his sense of presence is still so strong.

(End of this chapter)

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