C18 Not a Single Inch away

Yan Mohen sipped his coffee, put his coffee cup on the windowsill and lit a cigarette.

In the eyes of others, Yan Mohen was considered a legend. Starting from middle school, he jumped levels and graduated at the age of twenty. However, outsiders have never seen Yan Mohen studying hard at night.

The hardships of his life had made Yan Mohen mature differently from his peers. After graduation, he was frugal and worked a few jobs the day before he became a CV. He finally paid the down payment and was in a hurry to buy a house because he wanted to have a home of his own.

Yan Mohen gathered his thoughts and sat in front of his computer with his cigarette between his fingers. He had never cared about new dramas in the past, much less listening to the ones that he was compatible with.

However, ever since he knew that the mortal was Qi Luofan, he had always been looking forward to the new movie. From the bottom of his heart, he felt that the second place was the closest distance between him and Qi Luofan.

After listening to the QQ flash, it was a message from Vivian: Thank you for your kind words and request for a play.

Yan Mohen rubbed his forehead and quickly typed on the keyboard: "H's won't pick up."

Vivian sent a frantic emoji: Can't you just catch your breath? Or have you never been out of breath at all?

Yan Mohen couldn't help laughing and didn't reply to Vivian. He let QQ go into stealth mode and began to work. At this moment, the bustling city H had entered into a deep sleep mode.

The alarm woke Yan Mohen up. Once again, Yan Mohen fell asleep on the computer table. He rubbed his sore neck, then went to the bathroom to wash himself in cold water. He took out some chocolate from the drawer and ate it while rushing to the subway station.

As soon as he arrived at the company, he smelled something out of place and brewed some coffee before knocking on Qi Luofan's office door.

"Director Qi, here's your coffee. It's your schedule for today …" Yan Mohen finished his schedule in one breath.

Qi Luofan tapped on the keyboard rhythmically with his slender fingers. Then, he stopped and squinted his eyes.

"So, where did you go last night?" Qi Luofan's tone was cold.

"Ah?" Oh... "Ye-zi, please wait downstairs for you, I'll be going first." Yan Mohen didn't understand.

"Very good, deduct half a month's salary!" Qi Luofan's voice did not carry any warmth.

"Why are you deducting my salary!" Yan Mohen's mouth twitched, while his tone was full of dissatisfaction.

"I told you, as my special assistant, you must stay close to me without my permission. If you leave the post without your permission, it's fine!" Qi Luofan pursed his lips as a dangerous look flashed in his eyes.

"At that time, Director Qi didn't want me to stay close either, right?" Yan Mohen couldn't help but roll his eyes. Was he going to watch him roll around with other women as a special assistant? He couldn't do it!

"In addition to deducting half a month's salary, there's also next month's bonus." Qi Luofan had always hated to repeat himself, but he did not directly dismiss Yan Mohen as he had already broken his original style of doing things.

Yan Mohen opened his mouth in frustration, but he didn't protest. This was the first time he felt an unspeakable distress.

"You can leave now. Give me the meeting materials." Qi Luofan retracted his gaze.

Yan Mohen nodded and walked out of the office with his head down.

Yan Mohen organized the meeting documents and started to look for a part-time job on the internet. Besides the suit cleaning fee, he could have repaid the mortgage, but now … He had promised Yan Mobei that he would give him a laptop when he was admitted to university. As his brother, he could not go back on his word.

His phone rang. Yan Mohen couldn't help but frown as he looked at the caller ID.

"Auntie." After thinking for a moment, he still picked up the call.

"Mohen, how's your work going?" Zhao Yue's tone was as hypocritical as ever.

"It's pretty good. I've been rather busy lately, so I'll send Bei and your living expenses back when I have the time." After saying that, Yan Mohen hung up the phone and massaged his forehead. He didn't need to think to know that Zhao Yue would be using her phone to curse him in all kinds of ways ….