The boss sends me money every day

Chapter 1727 For you, stop crying
Luo Xiaoying didn't contact her the next day, so Fang Jiamei knew that she must have found another place to live, or she was not in this city at all, so she moved back to Mo Yiheng's apartment.

Mo Yiheng was not there, and the house seemed deserted, which made people feel uncomfortable.

I ordered a casual takeaway for dinner, sat on the sofa watching TV after taking a shower, and surrounded the whole house, quietly.

It turned out that the apartment was quite big, but there was only one person missing, so it felt empty.

I don't know if he has arrived now, if he flies to Xinshi, he probably hasn't arrived yet.

Will you call her when you arrive?
Seeing that it was past nine o'clock, Fang Jiamei hesitated but did not call Mo Yiheng, worrying that he was in flight, so she turned off all the lights and went to bed.

It's just that the moment she lifted the quilt, she stopped immediately.

Under the quilt was a new cello.

Breathing slightly, Fang Jiamei slowly reached out to pick it up, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

The cello is made of high-quality wood. She has never seen the strings before, but she can tell that the material is also very good. It is smaller and lighter than the one Zicong gave her. It is reddish-brown. Has a natural shine.

Pick up the piano bar and pull it, the sound is also very nice.

Fang Jiamei bent her lips, saw a note in the box, and reached out to pick it up.

[For you, stop crying, it’s ugly. 】

This short sentence, written in strong handwriting, seemed to be full of disgust, but it still made Fang Jiamei's eyes warm.

For a long time, no one cared about her.

She came back for several hours, but she didn't find a cello hidden under the quilt.

After hugging her in her arms for a while, Fang Jiamei carefully put it into the piano case, closed it and placed it on the side wall to lean against, and she could just see it after lying down.

Turning off the light and curling up under the blanket, Fang Jiamei hesitated for a while before taking out her phone, the light shone on her face, and she was a little tangled.

What should I send?
Fang Jiamei bit her lower lip and thought, typed a string of words and deleted them, and repeated them several times before mustering up the courage to send them.

Hmm...he got off the plane, so he should be able to see it.

Turning off the phone, Fang Jiamei hugged the quilt and fell asleep contentedly.

……

Xinshi Airport.

When Mo Yiheng got off the plane, Mrs. Mo came to pick him up in person, with several bodyguards, in case people didn't know she was coming to pick him up.

"Son! Son!" Seeing that his tears were about to fall, Mrs. Mo ran forward and hugged him, and patted him reproachfully, "You brat! What are you going to do if you don't come home for two years! I really miss my mother..."

Ever since Mo Yiheng decided to go out to study, he hasn't been home for the past two years, and Mrs. Mo flew over to see him twice, but because of his appearance, he hasn't been there since.

Mo Yiheng hugged her and patted her on the shoulder, "Okay, everyone is watching."

"Look what's wrong? Who doesn't have a son yet!" Mrs. Mo looked at him angrily, took his arm and walked out, letting the bodyguards take the luggage, "Didn't your father say that you married that young lady from the Fang family?" ? Why didn't you come back together?"

Thinking of Fang Jiamei, the corners of Mo Yiheng's lips curled up. In the blink of an eye, more than half of the Pacific Ocean had separated them.

"She's still in school." Mo Yiheng answered briefly.

It happened to be the morning when I returned to Mo's house. Mo Congtian was exercising in the yard when he saw him snort coldly, "I know I'm home."

Mo Yiheng looked at him indifferently, "What can you do if you don't go home?"

(End of this chapter)