After Mo Chunshan finished speaking, he looked at He Wan'er patiently, as if he was not in a hurry to get an answer from her mouth.

I couldn't get enough of it, not to mention He Wan'er at this time, it was rare for him to see it.

In the past, even if she was in trouble, even if he was a stranger she didn't care about, she wouldn't be so careless about her image.

She was wearing a gray sweatshirt, black pencil pants, her long hair was pulled up casually, she didn't even seem to have used a comb, her face was facing the sky, her eyes were slightly swollen, and she looked like she went downstairs to get soy sauce and went home.

Without the unbeatable delicacy and perfection, there was a little ketchup on the corner of her mouth, sloppy, as if she didn't care what Mo Chunshan thought of her.

Mo Chunshan raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

I'm afraid He Wan'er doesn't know what it means to cover up Mizhang, thinking that this look can send him away?

Think beautifully.

He Waner was nibbling on a hamburger, keeping his eyes on the row of orange-red shared bicycles outside the window.

I don't know where this company got the courage to come to play shared bicycles in the mountain city? Where is Gyeongju a suitable place for cycling? Downhill people ride bicycles, uphill bike riders, and then lift bicycles over high slopes, hehe!

He Wan'er still thought of one more thing—would she be able to ride a bicycle or not? There were very few memories of her youth, and she almost forgot them.

But she seems to vaguely remember some feelings - if you want to maintain the balance of the bicycle and not fall, you can only move forward.

It's like life.

She traveled thousands of miles, Mo Chunshan silently waited for her reply, very patient-he had time, and he was dealing with her.

Five minutes later, He Guaner finally finished nibbling on the hamburger, wiped his dirty mouth with a tissue, and glanced at Mo Chunshan.

"Why are you looking for me?" she asked, "Mo always wants to find a wife, even if it is pretending, there should be many girls who are willing, and you can even find a professional actor, who must be more convincing than me." ”

Mo Chunshan replied neatly: "First, my aunt is not stupid, I casually found a girl who has nothing to do with me, and it is easy to show her stuff." Second, you are beautiful enough to fit the outside world's conjecture about my wife, and third, you are not shrewd enough, and I know you will not lie to me. ”

He Wan'er felt that the first two were barely justified, but the third one couldn't listen to it, and he was angry: "What does it mean to not be shrewd enough?"

"The 1.1 million, you returned it again, at least it shows that you are not greedy for money. ”

"Heh-" He Guan Erpi didn't smile, "I'm sorry, that's just a trick I want to get away with." ”

"Then are you also trying to get caught now? I took the initiative to send it to the door, and it should be just what you want. Mo Chunshan reacted quickly and replied with the corners of his mouth hooked.

He Wan'er's expression froze, and he found that he had caught the loophole again, but he was not to be outdone, but he replied: "What you said is too ridiculous, I will not agree to your request." ”

"I'm not asking for it, it's a business. Mo Chunshan squinted his eyes and said softly, "I won't let you work for nothing, I'll pay you." ”

He Wan'er didn't appreciate it at all: "You are no longer my target customer, and I don't do your business." ”

Mo Chunshan spread his hands: "Since it's business, why pick and choose, and why discriminate against me?"

Discrimination?

He Wan'er blinked, thinking how strange this word sounded.

She lifted her eyelids and glanced at him quickly, and lowered her eyes again: "No matter what I say, I won't agree, Mr. Mo, your time is precious, don't dwell on things that are impossible, and waste time in vain." ”

"I don't think it's a waste, at least it's fun to argue with you. Mo Chunshan hooked the corners of his mouth.

"Bickering?" He Wan'er was even more unhappy, "Did you misunderstand the meaning of bickering? I don't want to talk to you at all, at most it is perfunctory." ”

"Say whatever you want," he said, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly and spreading his hands again, "I don't bother you, but you can at least give me a reasonable reason." ”

"Are you sick? Who are you looking for, you have to look for me? Why should I help you? Because you have a bad temper, menopause is coming early? Or is it because you are powerful in baking tortillas? Neurotic! I am not even friends with you, so I don't know where you got the courage to come to the door?" He Wan'er scolded and rolled his eyes.

"You're scolding me, not a reason. Mo Chunshan responded calmly, "I emphasize again, I don't want you to help for nothing, there is a good reward, if you don't have a hard reason to refuse me, then I will come to the door for the second or third time." ”

He Wan'er was angry - I know that I am scolding you, and you still don't leave, why are you so cheeky?

So she didn't hide it anymore, and said directly: "We are basically people from two worlds, you are in heaven and I am on earth." ”

Mo Chunshan raised his eyebrows unexpectedly: "Your character does not allow you to be so humble, don't say things against your will." ”

He Wan'er shook his index finger: "You misunderstood, I mean, in my eyes, the name Mo Chunshan has been crossed out in the book of life and death." So you're already a dead man, it's morning and it's heaven, and we're separated by yin and yang. Even if I die poor and starving, I can't exchange the money you gave me for food!, so why do I have to take your job?"

Mo Chunshan was puzzled when he heard this—What kind of crooked reasoning is He Wan'er? He is already dead? So what is he doing now as a "dead man", cheating the corpse?

What else is he doing when he scolds him so hard?

Mo Chunshan wanted to laugh very much, but when he saw He Wan'er's calm face, he only lightly hooked the corners of his mouth and replied, "Then is there any way to make my name shine again in the book of life and death?"

"No way," He Wan'er didn't look at him, holding his breath viciously, "You are ready to be immortal." ”

"Immortal?" he couldn't help but smile when he heard this, "So you're still going to miss me." ”

He Wan'er was stunned, and suddenly realized that he had been taken advantage of, and almost jumped up and pointed at his nose and scolded: "I'm still thinking about you! Do you want to be so blindly confident? I thought you were just emotionally unstable during early menopause, but I didn't expect you to always have Enneagram Syndrome?"

"What?" Mo Chunshan was really stunned this time, "What language do you speak?"

He had read a lot of medical books, but he really didn't remember the name of the disease.

He Wan'er snorted twice: "My thinking is confused, I can't find the north, and I still lack self-awareness." ”

As he spoke, he deliberately turned his eyes sideways and looked out the window, without even looking at him.

Obviously still angry—Mo Chunshan thought, and then remembered the briquettes when he fried them, no, Xiao Hei.

He picked up the orange juice on the table, took a sip, moistened his somewhat hoarse throat, and said, "Don't be angry, I'm sorry." ”

He Wan'er was still holding back his big move, but he suddenly heard him apologize softly, and his expression didn't have time to be contained, looking funny and weird.

Mo Chunshan leaned forward in her direction and apologized again: "I'm sorry, Xiao Hei's matter, I blamed you for it." The previous no-show made you wait for two hours, which was also my fault. ”