When Meng Qianyang told Mo Chunshan about He Yixiao's blood type, he said that he would give him a week at most, and he would give Mo Chunshan the exact answer.

Mo Chunshan is not a person who can't wait impatiently, but his mind was empty at that time, he was anxious, and he didn't know what kind of result to expect.

Faced with gains and losses, he decided to follow his instincts and did something stupid that he had never thought of before.

Since he was anxious because he couldn't see her, he went to find her.

It was very easy to inquire about where the class reunion was held in He Guaner's class, and after learning the address of the class reunion, he went straight to He Waner.

Really, like she called a stalker, if nothing else, just to be closer to her.

Sure enough, the closer he got to her, the more stable his mind became, and the moment he saw her, that trace of anxiety disappeared, and only her figure remained in his eyes.

Thinking of what he had learned in the afternoon, Mo Chunshan's eyes suddenly lit up.

Feng Xi, who met in the afternoon, certainly gave him some clues, but it seemed that there was another person who could answer his doubts about He Wan'er more directly.

Moreover, if the direction he is conjecturing in the right direction now, then the encounter between that person and He Wan'er is also being calculated.

Should he be made aware of all this?

Mo Chunshan was excited, and immediately called up a string of numbers from his mobile phone, but glanced at the time.

At four o'clock in the morning, he should have slept already, right?

Well, just wait a few more days! He needs something to further validate his idea.

Mo Chunshan pondered for a moment, and finally put down his phone.

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After experiencing the turmoil of the class reunion, seeing Feng Xi, and clarifying the misunderstanding, it stands to reason that He Waner has nothing to worry about, so he slept with peace of mind as soon as he dipped his pillow.

She hadn't dreamed all night, but for some reason, she always felt that she was half asleep, and her eyes were flickering and dark, and then it was dark and dreary, so she didn't have much rest.

When she got up in the morning, she saw that she was a little haggard in the mirror, and her eyes were faintly blue.

She felt that Mo Chunshan would definitely talk about her dark circles, so she deliberately covered it up with foundation, but the effect was not obvious.

It was already nine o'clock in the morning, He Wan'er gently pushed open the door, and secretly rubbed his hopes that Mo Chunshan was still sleeping, and she could take the opportunity to sneak into the kitchen to find something to eat, but she was disappointed.

The housekeeper and the cook were already in place, and there were many small plates covered with metal covers on the long table in the dining room, and I didn't know what they contained.

And Mo Chunshan was sitting at the long table, looking at the magazine in his hand.

"Early. He Wan'er smiled, "Have breakfast?"

Mo Chunshan put away the magazine and looked at her: "It's not early, and I'm waiting for you to have breakfast." ”

He Wan'er shrunk his neck, sat down quickly, and then watched the housekeeping aunt remove the metal cover on the plate.

There are more than a dozen small plates filled with shrimp dumplings, rice rolls, suckling pigeons, dry fried beef rivers, spicy fried clams and so on, and even a steamed grouper. Cantonese style is the mainstay, the taste is light, and the portion and presentation are very exquisite.

"Wow!" she widened her eyes, "Eat seafood in the morning, tsk, poor and extravagant, poor and rich!"

"I'm also thinking about you," Mo Chunshan smiled in return, "After all, you eat extremely viciously and exhaustively, if you eat high purines at night, it is easy to get gout, which is not conducive to enjoying your old age." ”

He Wan'er's face sank, and he almost slapped the table: "You are enjoying your old age in peace! Believe it or not, I will give you another euthanasia?"

Also, what does he mean by the second idiom? Forget it, you can't ask, lest you show timidity.

Mo Chunshan hooked the corners of his mouth and pushed the last unopened plate in front of her: "Don't think about idioms, give it to you, make up for it with form." ”

He said as he lifted the hood, revealing a snack inside.

It is a quicksand pig pig bag.

He Wan'er: "......"

It's not strange to be used by him to read minds, and he has to be angry with him early in the morning, why is it so exciting these days?

The chef served the last dish of flower crab porridge and quietly left, and the housekeeping aunt didn't know where she went.

Although He Wan'er doesn't eat pork, it doesn't mean that she won't eat things made in the shape of pigs. For example, Peppa Pig cookies are her favorite to serve with coffee, and it just so happens that Piggy quicksandbags are also one of her favorites.

Mo Chunshan's chef is used to serving the big guy, the pig quicksand bag is superb, the shape is stupid and cute, the inside is full, the bite is full of pulp, and the custard quicksand is sweet and salty.

It's just a little hot.

He Wan'er was almost burned to the point of making a fool of himself, he couldn't help it, consciously and elegantly finished eating a pig bun, wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue, and quietly glanced at Mo Chunshan, who was drinking porridge.

Just now, Mo Chunshan put down the spoon in his hand and raised his head, with a smile on his face.

"Do you have any special arrangements for today?" he asked.

He Wan'er was stunned: "No, rest today, and go to work tomorrow." ”

According to the practice of the newspaper, she was supposed to go to work in the fourth year of junior high school, but He Waner was able to take an extra day off because she was on duty in the Chinese New Year's Eve, so she postponed the fifth day of junior high school.

And it can't be delayed any longer, after all, holidays are also published, and the chain can't be dropped at critical moments.

Mo Chunshan nodded: "Then it's time to do something constructive today." ”

He Wan'er had an alarm bell in his head, and his expression was like a great enemy: "What do you want to do?"

"Go to your house. He replied.

"What?" He Wan'er blinked his eyes several times, and asked abruptly, "What did you say?"

Mo Chunshan sighed: "I said, today's arrangement is there, go to your house to visit, and by the way, inform your family about our marriage." ”

"Wait, wait, you, you, you mean, you're going to my house?"

He Wan'er was shocked, stuttered, and it took a long time to express a complete sentence.

"Of course," he shrugged, "save people to the end, send Buddha to the west, and there is no attendance from your parents at the wedding, how do you want me to do it?"

He Wan'er's brain was knotted, and he was stunned for a while, and finally reacted and shouted at him: "Mo Chunshan, you didn't say that at the beginning! You changed your hexagram again and again, are you stupid for me?"

After she finished saying the word no, she turned her head angrily and didn't look at Mo Chunshan.

Mo Chunshan was not in a hurry, and pushed the plate in front of He Wan'er: "Eat another one, make up for it, maybe your mind will be a little clearer." ”

He Wan'er looked at the remaining two pig bags, and couldn't wait to pick them up and throw them in his face.

After all, she still had her senses, she endured it for a long time, and replied: "Don't say it, I won't agree to anything you say." I'm not going to let my mom know about this, you don't want to die!"

After speaking, she folded her arms around her chest, sat on the chair with her back straight, and her whole body was written in bold letters.

Mo Chunshan hooked the corners of his mouth and said slowly: "Who asked your brother to come to the door? Since your brother already knows about me and thinks that we live together, how long do you think you can hide from your mother?"

He Wan'er moved his lips, and his previous resolute attitude was shaken a little. Who made He Yixiao so unreliable? For the sake of money, he actually squatted down to guard Mo Chunshan, and this big handle fell into Mo Chunshan's hands, making her half a point shorter than him for no reason.

Alas, what a grievance.