Wan Ting was slightly stunned, and raised her eyebrows: "What is a boyfriend!" Someone has to care. After that, he stuffed the mobile phone to Mo Yan and raised his voice: "I have passed the word." Let's go. ”

is the same sentence, Mo Yan thought he was talking about her, but Wang Chengyou heard the attitude of the writer.

Wan Ting left the room.

With the sound of the door, Wang Chengyou seemed to have turned on the switch of his heart, and suddenly his heart was like a mirror, he saw everything clearly, and saw the future two or three points thoroughly.

He guessed that when the writer came back from Jeju Island, he would definitely find him "by the way", and lamented that he had spent a few happy days on Jeju Island, and he was likely to show him a photo album on his mobile phone on the grounds of "showing the early winter style of Jeju Island", and then, "accidentally" revealed a photo of him and Mo Yan.

Wang Chengyou calmed down and prepared for the soldiers to come and cover the water.

Seeing that the time was not early, Wang Chengyou told Mo Yan to go to bed early and asked her not to forget to insert the safety latch.

Two days later, Mo Yan, Wenhao, Huanting and Shiyun returned to Shanghai. The plane landed at 4:30 p.m.

Wang Chengyou, who had already checked the landing time, specially asked for a leave of absence for this afternoon's class. He was going to drive to pick up Mo Yan.

Before going out, SF Express called and said that there was a package and Wang Chengyou needed to sign for it in person.

Wang Chengyou was about to go out, ran downstairs, and signed the courier. Weighing the portion, like this magazine, the sender and the sender address need to be scanned to see it.

Some time ago, he wrote a paper on the authority of the shareholders' meeting, and after the teacher and him revised five drafts, the email was delivered. Two weeks ago, he received an offer from the editor, and he immediately remitted the page fee. I remember that the editor said that it would be printed in March after the year. I don't know what's going on with this new magazine.

Wang Chengyou was about to open the courier, and Zhu Yujie came to him, and he had nothing to say and pestered him to ask questions. She always did.

Because of his good mood, Wang Chengyou has a good attitude towards her. This made Zhu Yujie more and more entangled. I followed him all the way to the underground garage, and when I saw him get into the car, I waved my hand reluctantly.

Wang Chengyou threw the newly received and unsealed express delivery to the co-pilot's position. When the car came out of the garage, it made a few turns. The courier bag shook and hit the gap between the saddle and the door.

Driven by navigation, Wang Chengyou galloped all the way, first went to the flower shop to get flowers, and then ran to Pudong International Airport. When he put the flower in the passenger seat, he wondered where the delivery had gone, but his thoughts were only momentary when he was distracted by the sound of navigation.

At 3:40, Wang Chengyou arrived at the airport. Grab the flowers, slam the door, and go to the terminal happily. Halfway through, I thought I could take the magazine with me, and when I waited for it, I flipped through it twice, but I didn't want to go back and pick it up. I always feel that moving forward, every step is one step closer to Mo Yan.

At 4:20, I finally saw Mo Yan. Mo Yan was wearing a small leather jacket, a white sweater and indigo jeans, and stepped on small white leather shoes.

She was so youthful and full of vitality, like a bright wind, which made him feel happy.

Mo Yan saw Wang Chengyou from a distance, began to wave, and trotted over.

This does not avoid suspicion, which shows that in the past three days, the writer has not had any impact on Mo Yan at all.

Wang Chengyou's smile enlarged a lot.

Buying roses, though cheesy, is very indicative of his legitimacy as a boyfriend. Although his father suppressed him during the summer vacation because he was close to Mo Yan, he was never a person who would be honest after a suppression.

Wang Chengyou shook the bouquet in his hand and walked over.

There were still a few steps away, Mo Yan slowed down, she must be thinking, the two of them were speeding up and running, and if they didn't stop, they would collide together.

Wang Chengyou won't give her a chance to avoid suspicion, he just strode over and hugged it! Circle in circles! Mo Yan screamed and laughed. For a while, many passers-by paid attention to their young lovers.

Wenhao was turning his head to talk to Shiyun, and in a blink of an eye, he saw Mo Yan running, and then, Wang Chengyou, who was like a big boy in the sunshine, fell into his eyes, and what he was saying was also cut off from his mouth.

He...... How could he show up with such a smile?!

The courier has clearly been signed, how can he still appear with a smile like this?!

"Brother Hao, Brother Hao......" Shi Yun noticed the gaffe of the writer and reminded him in a low voice.

Only then did the writer come back to his senses, and he instantly covered up his surprise. He continued the topic with Shi Yun as usual, and did not look at Mo Yan and Wang Chengyou. He told Shiyun that the wedding gift he gave had only completed the procedure at this time, and when he returned to his hometown, he only needed Shiyun to sign it.

Shi Yun had heard Wenhao say once earlier that Wenhao would transfer all the shares of "Zimeixuan" in his hand to him free of charge. That's a market capitalization valuation of two to three million shares! The most important thing is that he is dedicated to his own good! Shiyun was very moved.

"Brother Hao!"

"You and I are not brothers, but brothers, and we don't have to say anything else. Remember, it wasn't me who passed it on to you for free, it was you who won it with your heart and love for Zi Mei Xuan. ”

Shiyun was even more moved. He covered his face with his hands, took a deep breath, and nodded his head heavily.

When the conversation between Wenhao and Shiyun came to an end, Wang Chengyou's circle also came to an end.

"For you." Wang Chengyou offered flowers to Mo Yan.

Mo Yan twisted the twist happily: "Thank you." ”

Wang Chengyou relied on his height advantage, put his arm on Mo Yan's shoulder, and greeted the writers and Huanting who followed him one by one.

Wenhao glanced at him lightly and smiled slightly: "You came here from a stilt class, right?" ”

"Do you care? If you care, you will take me Mo Yan away for three days, are you too hypocritical? Wang Chengyou said with a smile.

Wenhao also laughed: "You wronged me, right?" I can't persuade Xiaoyan. ”

The two sides coincidentally set their eyes on Wan Ting. Wan Ting snorted: "Don't look at me, I have weak psychological endurance." ”

The writer was afraid that Wan Ting would say something that would make him unable to get down the steps, so he hurriedly changed the topic quietly: "Xiao Yan, it seems that you have to talk about your feelings about the three-day trip to confirm whether the stilt class is worth it or not." ”

Mo Yan couldn't be more satisfied with the arrangement of these three days. Except for the first day I went to the so-called scenic spots, the remaining two days were all spent inspecting the real estate and visiting the model house. On the day when there was no meeting, Wenhao accompanied Mo Yan, while visiting, and talking about the original intention of the design. Mo Yan's harvest is very big. It turns out that to design a mansion, you must know very well the living conditions of the rich; To design a resort, you have to know very well the mindset of the vacation......

It's not that everything is the best for hard outfits, but each has its own starting point. Interior design should serve the lifestyle, and hotel interiors should be given a sense of caution that can trigger the heart.

On the day of the meeting, he specially arranged for an interior designer based in Jeju Island to be a tour guide.

When Mo Yan opened his mouth, he was naturally full of praise.

Wang Chengyou smiled because she laughed, and he didn't look jealous or annoyed at all. Seeing the writer, he wondered in his heart. Is this man pretending, or is it ...... He didn't open the courier letter at all?