After everyone rested in the next seating area, Fang Mo left here and walked to his father's office.

Today he wanted to talk to his father about Huang Yuanying, but he hesitated when he walked to the door.

Because for a moment he didn't know how to tell Fang's father.

He said he changed his mind? But there is nothing at all.

He said he hadn't changed his mind, but he couldn't say it out with complete certainty.

Very tangled!

Standing in front of the door, Fang Mo scratched his head in distress.

Forget it, just say that!

With a clear mind, Fang Mo knocked on Fang’s father’s door.

...

After entering the door, I saw my father lying on the sofa, looking at his cell phone.

"Dad, I want to tell you something."

Fang Xinguo was still a little excited when he heard Fang Mo take the initiative to chat with him.

After all, my son has only a few times to talk to him.

Put down your phone and sit up straight: "What, what happened?"

"No, can dad not be so serious? It's just the two of us." Fang Mo said with a grin.

After hearing Fang Mo say this, Fang Xinguo stretched and yawned.

"Okay, not serious. Is there anything wrong?"

Fang Mo sat next to Fang's father, picked up the tea cup and drank, saying, "Dad, I want to propose to Wang Yue."

"Puff." After hearing a big bomb from Fang Mo, Fang Xinguo sprayed out the tea in his mouth.

"No, I heard it right? I used to ask you to bring Wang Yue back, but why did you suddenly want to get engaged if you didn't bring him?"

The memories of the past life appeared in Fang Mo's eyes, but can't they forget them?

Turning his head to look at Fang's father and said seriously: "That's right, I want to get engaged to Wang Yue."

After hearing his son say this, Fang Xinguo was silent for a while.

Suddenly he stood up, walked to the window and said something completely inconsistent with the scenery outside.

"Is it because I'm confused? So anxious."

Looking at the back of Mr. Fang, Fang Mo didn't know what to say.

"No, I like Wang Yue, I love Wang Yue. I..."

"Stop, if you come to me, you are confused. Have you thought about it?"

"You don't, you're just trying to find the easiest way to escape this option."

"I'm not, I..."

Fang Xinguo pointed directly at the core and said, "Are you hesitating to choose Huang Yuanying or Wang Yue?"

After hearing that Fang Dad said it directly, Fang Mo looked at Fang Dad in shock.

"Dad, how did you know?"

"Who else can help you besides Huang Yuanying has contacted you?"

Dad Fang turned his head and stared at Fang Mo: "When you can't make a choice, choose an option that makes your heart less painful."

"I can't help you with your father's relationship issues, so I can only give an absolutely objective method."

"I see."

After saying that, Fang Mo walked out of Fang's office dejectedly.

At first, he wanted to say a lot of things, but it turned out to be engaged.

Then he was cut off by father Fang, ending the topic.

Maybe some things really depend on yourself. Fang Mo walked out of the office and looked at the closed door and thought.

Fang Xinguo looked out the window after watching his son walk out of the door. He knew that his son was very conflicted now.

Without thinking, the person who made him conflicted was the young lady who went to the capital.

On one side is Wang Yue and on the other side is Huang Yuanying.

Except for not being a childhood sweetheart, Huang Yuanying is better than Wang Yue everywhere.

Wang Yue is just a young lady, and she can’t help Fang Mo except love.

Looking at the large trucks entering and leaving the window, Fang Xinguo couldn't help but sigh: "Oh, Wang Yue is afraid there is something wrong."

Because he is a bystander, Fang Xinguo can look at the problem from an absolutely objective perspective.

But those who enter the game cannot, let alone this is an emotional issue.

To be honest, if other factors are not considered, Huang Yuanying is indeed better than Wang Yue, just looking at his personal abilities.

but……

He took out a piece of paper that he hurriedly put in his arms because Fang Mo came in and looked at the contents inside.

Fang Xinguo laughed happily.

No wonder the Huang family is getting bolder, aren’t they afraid that it is easy to invite gods and difficult to send gods to gods?

You must know that those people are famous gluttons!

Then he walked into the bathroom and took out the lighter...

...

Back in the office, lying on the sofa that I was about to sleep.

Don't you feel sorry?

"Fang Mo, what are you still thinking? It's closed."

Zhang Bing came over to interrupt Fang Mo's thoughts and said, "Come on, how about playing together? Liu Jun was so tired of his stomach, use his account."

"Ah, no, I'm very fucking."

"It's okay, everyone is the same. There's only 3 missing 1. Oh, I just don't know who will be cheated by us. I'm a little excited to think about it."

Is this a game or a person's mentality? And there are also four people who are playing one person.

Fang Mo unnaturally complained in his heart when he heard Zhang Bing say this.

Fang Mo sat in front of the computer while Zhang Bing's push and pull, and it quickly matched.

After helping Fang’s father trade the last time, Zhang Bing communicated with Fang’s father.

Separate their office areas, as a lounge and as an office.

Everything remains unchanged in the office.

In the lounge, in addition to the dedicated folding bed, there are also high-configured computers for traders to relax.

The brain nerves are tense for a day, and relaxing is beneficial to the next day's work.

And after having a folding bed, at least you don’t have to lay the floor like you did last time.

"Zhang Bing, what the hell is you standing up?"

"Yang Ping, what are you running?"

"Wang Gang, you jungler, never come to me to go on the road?"

"Wow, you guys are messing with me!"

After a game, Fang Mo looked at his data from 6-20-3 without any hesitation.

I was playing well at the beginning, but the jungler came to catch him once. After seeing that his jungler never came, it seemed like he was living on the road.

This led to his 2-0 start and was directly killed into a ghost.

"Haha, don't mind, we do have some food." Zhang Bing said a little embarrassedly.

"Stop talking, I'll command. You all listen to me!"

"Jungle, let's play all the way after the red starts, I'll create opportunities."

"Stay at the bottom."

“…”

In the next few hours, everyone gradually followed Fang Mo's rhythm as he got better and became more and more tacit.

...

After taking a shower at 10.30, Fang Mo took out his cell phone and sent a message to Wang Yue.
To be continued...