n said a word of thanks and left the study.” 。—Time flies, Sunday is here.Ye Di Grand Hotel, 7 pm 。In a spacious ballroom, brightly lit. 。A long table, covered with a white tablecloth, was set with d...In the evening, Fu Mo Han did not come back. Lin Jin Ran was still as usual, eating dinner alone and going to bed alone.

His phone vibrated and rang. Lin Jinran fished it out from the table, opening it to reveal a WeChat friend request pop-up. The note read three words: Mu Shaocheng.

Lin Jinran frowned, her finger hovering over the "Reject" button before the phone rang.

The caller was Ji Yunting, she had to answer.

What's up

"It's okay, do you have time tomorrow" Ji Yunting spoke vaguely, as if he was eating.

"Well, if you have time, what's up"

"It's time to repay the favor."

Lin Jinran raised his hand and rubbed his temples helplessly, finally remembering, "You're going"

"Yeah, I'm free tomorrow. Come with me."

"Okay, I'll go find you tomorrow." Lin Jinran agreed readily. She didn't have anything else to do anyway, so she might as well go look for Ji Yun Ting.

Ji Yun Ting hung up the phone contentedly, Lin Jin Ran smiled wryly, and received a message on his phone.

The source is Mu Shaocheng on WeChat. Just now, he answered Ji Yunting's phone call and accidentally clicked "Allow," so Mu Shaocheng is now her friend.

Mu Shaocheng sent a message: "Are you looking for a job"

Lin Jinran was astonished. How did Mu Shaocheng know she was looking for a job Her resume hadn't been out for even a few hours, where did Mu Shaocheng receive the information from

It seems that Lin Jinran hasn't responded for a long time, Mu Shaocheng sent another one: I happened to be at the July studio and saw your resume.

In the afternoon, besides applying to various design companies, Lin Jinran also paid attention to designers' studios and submitted her portfolio. July was one of the studios she applied to.

Since July, the focus has shifted from overseas to domestic projects after the last press conference. The studio is short-staffed, and she happened to notice that a resume had been submitted.

Just submitted my resume, just happened to be in the studio in July, just happened to see her resume.

Too many coincidences, Lin Jinran always had the illusion that Mu Shaocheng was secretly watching her.

The fair fingers brought up Mu Shaocheng's information and clicked on delete. A message popped up on the screen: "Delete contact."

She and Mu Shaocheng were innocent. Mu Shaocheng had confessed, but she rejected him at the time.

Deleting things rashly actually made me feel like she was hiding something, like there was some secret she didn't want anyone to know.

He subconsciously bit his lip and replied with an, "Um."

Mu Shaochen, sitting on the balcony, had thought he wouldn't receive a reply from Lin Jinran. He waited and waited, but as time went by, the screen dimmed.

His fingers, with distinct bones, gracefully held the red wine glass. Mu Shaocheng took a sip, but despite its supposed purity, it tasted like water to him at this moment.

Setting down the wine glass, the bottom lightly collided with the glass table, producing a faint “ding” sound.

Mu Shaochen got up, just about to leave, when the screen of his phone lit up with three words: Lin Jinran.

After a slight pause, Mu Shaocheng reached out and picked up his phone. He swiped the screen open, and the page popped up with a single word from Lin Jinran.

A simple "mm," nothing more, yet it made Mu Shaochen feel like he had received a treasure. His heart was filled with joy.

Lin's reply explained that she hadn't deleted him, and more importantly, it showed she wasn't deliberately pretending not to see him.

Mu Shaochen was completely absorbed, his well-defined fingers flying across the keyboard as he typed out a line of text and sent it.

He sat there, waiting for Lin Jinyan's reply. Minute after minute passed, but there was still no response. He picked up his glass again and gulped down the rest of the wine.

Lin Jinran soon received the message sent by Mu Shaochen: If you need it, I can help you.

She looked down at the input box, which read: "Thank you, I don't need it."

Four words rejected Mu Shaocheng's kindness, but when it came time to send it, Lin Jinran's finger didn't immediately press down. affected DHS."After she finished speaking, she gave Lin Jinran a meaningful glare and accused him, "Lin Jinran, you plagiarized! Shao Fu knows about it now. You've really brought shame to DHS!"Lin Ji...