Chapter 920: Put away your mind

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After doing these things, Moson got up and planned to leave.
Feng Yue, on the one side, kept an eye on his movements all the time, watching him leave the office, and she hurried to catch up.
As soon as Mosen was about to enter the elevator, his wrist was pulled by him. Looking back, it was Fengyue in a hurry.
Looking down, the cool eyes fell on Feng Yue's hand holding his wrist.
Feng Yue felt it, and immediately let go of him.
"Anything?" He glanced at Feng Yue slightly.
"You, are you leaving again?" Feng Yue bit her lip and asked in a low voice.
He has been on leave for many days, and no one in the office knows why he asked for leave. For Feng Yue, who likes him, naturally he wants to see him every day.
Hearing her words, Moson frowned unconsciously: "Does this have anything to do with you?"
Feng Yue suddenly felt a hot face. Indeed, it had nothing to do with her. It was his freedom to go and stay, and she was not qualified to question.
But she couldn't help but want to care for him.
Besides, she already knew it, knowing that he cared for the writer in his group called meatballs.
In fact, she was curious, according to his disposition that is not close to anyone, why would she be so interested in a third-rate little writer.
Did he like that meatball?
"Huahua, I heard about the meatballs." She thought about it.
Not only her, everyone in the editorial department knew.
The editors of other websites have come to talk to their editors, can they not know about it?
Upon hearing this, Mosen gave her a cold glance: "I have dealt with her affairs. Take care of the people in your group. As for my people, I will not bother you.
Feng Yue's face froze, and she suddenly didn't know what to say.
But it also made her sure of one thing.
Huahua really cares about that third-rate writer meatball, she just asked a little bit, and he just maintained that meatball.
This has never happened before.
Although Huahua didn't care much about her before, at least she wouldn't talk so coldly to her.
"Huahua, I'm just curious."
Mawson looked back blankly from her face. At this time, the elevator door opened.
When he stepped into the elevator, he paused, and the cold voice sounded quietly: "Fold your mind, there are some things that will never be possible."
Then, the elevator door closed.
Feng Yue stood in place, looking at the closed elevator door, biting her lower lips tightly, her face pale, and her eyes turned red in an instant.
Naturally she knew what Morson's words meant.
He had made it so clear that if she didn't understand it, she would be a fool.
However, falling in love is falling in love, how could it be so easy for her to give up.
Is the meatballs? She wants to see where it is sacred.
Feng Yue rubbed her eyes and turned back to the editing studio.
Moson took the elevator down the stairs, and as soon as he got out of the elevator, he received a call.
After hearing what was said on the phone, Moson's expression became a little impatient.
It seems that I'm going back later today.
He hung up the phone and just wanted to call Song Xi, only to find that he was too rushed out and his cell phone was not charged.
Only 3% of the electricity is now out of the phone.
Mosen sighed and put the phone away.
At this time, Song Xi, who was at home, saw that the time was getting late, but Mo Sen never returned, and could not help but start to worry.
He called and turned off.