The next day, even though An Ran was so energetic the day before, he slept until almost eight o'clock.

The soreness and stickiness of the whole body are indescribable.

When the legs move, they are all awkward. That place,.

She couldn't move for a moment, which made her eyes so hot that she wanted to cry. The man beside her woke up. In a daze, she hugged her with a steel-like iron-bone arms, and asked her what was wrong with her in her hoarse voice when she woke up in the morning. Her soft tone suddenly comforted her.

She said aggrievedly, it hurts.

Mo Huaiyuan was not awake completely and his brain was still drowsy. When he heard her say this, he directly pressed her waist tightly, picked up one of her snow-white legs and buried his head, and wanted to kiss her where he was raging to the depths. An Ran was frightened, and his little hand waved his hand randomly and grabbed his hand, panicked and said in a panic that it would not hurt anymore and he would not let him do it.

His lips and tongue finally covered that place.

No possession can be more thorough than this. In the twilight light of the morning, the mood is a little bit accompanied by a clear consciousness, and it gets better.

When I was about to go to work, I was already smiling. Seeing that she was so troubled that she couldn't walk very well, she felt even more accomplished.

"Well... Major General An, kick in a straight stance."

He narrowed his eyes, leaned at the door and smiled and joked.

An Ran glanced at him and ran to get his bag. He almost tripped by the sofa legs halfway through.

He laughed out loud, his chest trembled, and walked up to hug her, saying, "Forget it, it seems that it's a problem to make you stand firm."

The little woman's face turned red with shame and annoyed eyes, and she pointed at his neck: "Why don't you go to strode? Mo Huaiyuan, give me a hundred-meter hurdle, you can cross one and show me..."

He smiled even more, hugged her tightly, and stole several fragrances from the corner of her mouth. The smell of shower gel was exactly the same as his... It smelled very nice.

The municipal government in the early morning is not very peaceful.

After sending her to the 17th floor, she came down to the 13th floor. After hearing the words of several staff members at the elevator entrance, she said that Director Feng was called to Mayor Chen's office early in the morning because of the provincial inspection.

Mo Huaiyuan came out of the elevator and sorted out the wrinkles that had just been messed with on her neck with one hand. He knew that the two small staff had seen him, and stood beside him in shock and felt at a loss. He just pretended not to see him and walked over.

"Deputy Mayor Mo!" The two female staff lowered their eyebrows and said hello nervously.

He glanced at them: "Are early."

In the office, Zou Yan had been waiting for a long time, holding a document in his hand and frowned, looking a little in distress.

"What's wrong?"

When Mo Huaiyuan walked in, he asked lightly. Although he knew what Zou Yan had encountered, he was not used to the people around him regarding difficulties as difficulties too much. As long as it was a matter, there was no such thing as unsolvable.

"What did you take when I stood here early in the morning?" he asked briefly.

Zou Yan's eyebrows were frowning even tighter.

He also pinched the document tightly and turned it to him and said, "This is the internal information of the anonymous reporting team of the Procuratorate. It is very important. I had tried many methods, but I couldn't get direct evidence from the Procuratorate. This morning, this document was placed on my desk."

At first glance, this matter sounds strange.

Mo Huaiyuan sat down, raised his eyes and swept over it lightly, and saw the document.

Turn on the computer and glanced at the black coffee that was steaming hot at hand. His cold eyes drooped and raised them up, held the mouse and clicked twice, and asked, "Did you ask the other side of Minister Qu?"

Zou Yan raised his eyebrows.

"I didn't ask. I went to Minister Qu's office in the morning. Chen Yan told me that she went to the provincial government to reconcile the accounts early in the morning, and I'm afraid I'll have a two-day meeting there next."

"Where is the phone? Have you called it?"

Zou Yanmei's heart beat and said, "No."

He actually didn't want to get to the bottom of it. Even if the origin of this document is unknown, it is beneficial to them. Zou Yan thought - why bother to care about who sent it? This is obvious, do you still need to think about it? Who knows the people from the procuratorate? Isn't it over if you use it directly?

"Fight." The man with a calm expression on his face in front of the desk ordered coldly.

Zou Yan couldn't help but sigh.

"Call Chen Yan's phone number, and then call her with the landline on my desk." Mo

Tang Huaiyuan glanced at the landline on the table and instructed.

Zou Yan had no choice but to take out his cell phone, frowned, and looked at him: "Don't you have Minister Qu's cell phone number?"

He shook his head, his face was handsome and cold: "Deleted."

A long time ago, when he felt that it was useless, he had already deleted it. What is stored on his mobile phone is just the landline number of Qu Weilan's Ministry of Finance.

Zou Yan was helpless and wanted to sigh, so he endured it. While listening to the Shen Yan's number on the other end of the phone, he pressed a string of numbers on the landline with the other hand.

After waiting, he handed him the earpiece directly.

Mo Huaiyuan stopped his fingers flying on the keyboard, stopped, and took the receiver.

"Hey?" Qu Weilan only heard a male voice from Zou Yan before, and didn't know who was calling.

"Hey." He said lightly, "I don't want to be in my life."

Qu Weilan was moving in the car. Hearing the sound, the heart that was thumping in his left chest almost jumped out of his mouth.

He covered the receiver with his hand, then let go of it and said, "Well, is there anything wrong?"

"What's going on with the documents on Zou Yan's desk? Did you put them?" He asked in a light tone and asked very directly.

Qu Weilan slowly straightened her spine: "What documents? I haven't been to the municipal government early in the morning, why do I put documents on his desk?"

"I only need this thing, and it's private. You and the procuratorate are the only ones who are familiar with this in the entire municipal government. It's not interesting to pretend like this."

Qu Weilan smiled bitterly, lowered her head, and said hoarsely: "I don't understand, Deputy Mayor Mo."

The two sides seemed to be confronting each other. Zou Yan frowned and looked at him. Mo Huaiyuan's face froze a little bit, leaned against the chair of the big class, and his long fingers tapped the table lightly.

"Do you want me to go to the logistics department to adjust the surveillance video? You know how strict the internal surveillance of this newly built municipal building is." His low voice, without a trace of helplessness and impatience, made people hear a bit cold-blooded and ruthless.

It's like a knife sealing the throat.

With a bitter smile, Qu Weilan grabbed the receiver tightly and finally said in a low voice: "...you check it out."

Then, she hung up the phone.

Mo Huaiyuan's face was gloomy and cold. He moved away the receiver and slowly hung up the phone.

There was a brief silence in the office. In Zou Yan's opinion, Mo Huaiyuan's words were too heavy. Although he knew his personality very well and knew that once he found out that Qu Weilan was helping him privately, he would definitely not use this document again. But in the end, Qu Weilan was not wrong, she was very innocent.

"Do you want to check?" Zou Yan also smiled bitterly and asked.

Mo Huaiyuan came back to his senses, nodded, and finally said with a cold expression: "You know what to do after finding out."

Zou Yan nodded when he understood the place.

I took this document and wanted to go out, but I didn't leave for a long time.

Mo Huaiyuan's hand was still typing on the keyboard, taking a sip of coffee, and seeing Zou Yan's figure standing in the office from the corner of his eyes, putting down his cup, and asked lightly: "What's wrong? Suddenly I feel that I'm not a good person?"

Zou Yan's back paused.

"Yeah." He turned around and admitted that there was an unidentified emotion in his eyes, "It's true in the matter of Minister Qu."

Mo Huaiyuan curled the corners of his mouth lightly, and the curve was slightly cold.

Nodding, he said hoarsely, "Yes."

He covered his hand with the keyboard again, and he said in a deep voice: "But it's free, I don't need to be a good person in front of anyone, especially like her, I don't need it."

"Go and do things..." He softly said, looking at the computer screen, and said, "Bring the door when you go out."

...

Zou Yan knew for granted that there are such a kind of good man in this world.

People’s goodness is always limited.

If you give it to you, you can't give it to her. If you give it to someone, you can't give it to the whole world. Otherwise, how can you know when the conflict between the two will arise? A god who can do everything for her in front of a woman may be a villain in the eyes of others and the eyes of the world.

Mo Huaiyuan doesn’t care about being such a villain, so it doesn’t matter if his personality is not likable, and it doesn’t matter if he has no friends around him.

After all, when people choose the same thing, they often give up on many things around them.

...

The appointment from Governor Qu was scheduled to be next to the suburban reservoir in the evening.

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Mo Huaiyuan almost went alone, settled An Ran, and told her that he was going to the provincial meeting. He didn't say hello to Qu Weilan.
Chapter completed!