Mo Yan didn't understand what was going on at all.

The only thing she can do at the moment is to concentrate on running with Wang Chengyou to avoid hitting or being hit by others.

Just as a taxi passed by, Wang Chengyou raised his hand to stop the car, and pulled Moyan into it.

Originally, the two of them were one of the students, although the men were handsome and the women were pretty, but in this scorching age, handsomeness was the least scarce element, and they were not particularly eye-catching. This run, on the contrary, has become the center of attention.

Cao Junjie sat in his car, silently looking at the center of the moving pair, with mixed feelings in his heart. The lazy villain tilted his hand to the ground and waved: there are many flowers! If you can't move this one, you can move that one! The ambitious villain gritted his teeth and stamped his feet: Why am I the one who gives in?

Cao Junjie's eyes closed, and the person fell on the backrest, letting out an unprecedented complicated sigh.

Wang Zhifeng was just about to lift his feet to get into the car, and his sixth sense reminded him to look behind him, and sure enough, he saw the little spicy chicken leading a girl running wildly in the cracks of people. The attribute of doing nothing else.

Wait, why did he bring another girl? What about Xu Qinglai?

Wait, he knows this girl! It seems that he has a crush on him too! I used to give him small paintings for a long time. What's it called?

Wang Zhifeng was too shocked, his feet were half raised, and he was stunned in place, looking stupid.

It wasn't until Little Spicy Chicken took the girl into a taxi and the taxi drove away that Wang Zhifeng realized that he was stunned. He hurriedly looked behind him, and the crowd had regained calm, and he couldn't see anything unusual.

Wang Zhifeng then stepped into the car.

Before the hind feet left the ground, Wang Zhifeng suddenly stepped back from the car.

What kind of person did I seem to see Brother Zhang holding in the afterglow just now?

However, when he searched again, this time he couldn't even see Brother Zhang's figure.

The king wind has always been relatively cold. It will also be inconvenient to break through the usual image and ask the driver and escort if they have seen acquaintances. Let's talk about it.

He believes that Little Spicy Chicken has no intelligence to keep secrets in front of him.

He just spent a short time with the little spicy chicken. Otherwise, it's not that you can see him through.

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"What just happened?"

In the taxi, Mo Yan questioned Wang Chengyou.

Wang Chengyou showed a good-looking smile and raised the hundred-yuan bill in his hand: "I asked Brother Zhang to borrow money, but his girlfriend disagreed." ”

Mo Yan: "......"

It's impeccable, but it's not like that.

The car stopped at Wangjiadu, and Wang Chengyou really used the cash to pay the fare.

"It's just borrowing money, is it necessary for Brother Zhang's girlfriend to chase you back?"

"You don't know. I only borrow and don't pay it back. ”

"Even so, it wouldn't be so strong, would it?"

"You don't know. The number of times this has happened is beyond count. ”

"......" Mo Yan was speechless to refute again, but his intuition was still unbelievable.

When she got home, Mo Jielian was in an unusually good mood. Mo Yan had no way of knowing the reason, but Wang Chengyou knew it. Aunt Pan refused Mo Jielian to work in her wonton shop, so she was embarrassed to visit the door since then, but she never met Wang Chengyou face-to-face.

"What is this?"

Wang Chengyou saw a plate of unknown food on the table, so he asked.

"Fool! That's a dismantled pig's trotter. ”

Wang Chengyou looked at Mo Yan with sparkling eyes. This "fool" made his heart soften.

Mo Yan spun around, pounced on the dining table, twisted his index finger, pinched a piece of pig's hoof bone and put it in his mouth. Attached to it is a piece of pig's foot skin sprinkled with white sesame seeds. Immediately, she let out a soft "um" sound like enjoyment.

"I'll taste it too."

Wang Chengyou concocted it as it was and put a piece into his mouth. In just a second, he immediately covered his mouth and coughed violently, his face flushed.

Mo Yan was suddenly at a loss: "Wang Chengyou! What happened to you? ”

Wang Chengyou hooked his waist, touched a napkin with his spare eyes, and spit the pig hand in his mouth on the napkin. At this time, Mo Jielian had already handed over a glass of water. Wang Chengyou took a drink in one gulp before he recovered.

He wiped the non-existent sweat and smiled coquettishly at Mo Yan: "Spicy!" ”

Mo Yan snorted lightly and turned his face away from him. It's spicy to eat. Such a small piece, if it weren't for the spicy seeds, it wouldn't have been eaten up after three times five divided by two. Only the strong spicy flavor is there, so I have to taste it little by little. This is also the joy of eating pork knuckles.

Probably Brother Gongzi is Brother Gongzi, and even in terms of taste, he is squeamish than civilians like her. She should be a commoner, not a pauper.

Wang Chengyou made a little noise when he ate the pig's hand, and that afternoon, the strongest maker of the sound belonged to Mo Jielian. She was so excited that she couldn't help herself. actually asked Wang Chengyou to tell her the story of "Saiong lost his horse", and praised Wang Chengyou for being a golden mouth and a lucky star. As a result, Mo Yan's speed of making rolls was significantly lower than usual.

Wang Chengyou showed the signature Buddhist smile of the stupid son of the landlord's family, smiled, and quietly watched Mo Jielian throw out new topics one after another, and self-deny new topics, a single talk show.

After glancing at the wall and the half-unclosed door, Mo Yan shook his head with a wry smile while doing the question. This Mo Jielian was originally crazy, and tonight she was even more crazy.

Strange, Mo Yan suddenly bit the tip of the water pen and fell into thought, Mo Jielian is like this, but she has no psychological burden! This illustrates...... probably shows that she didn't take Wang Chengyou seriously at all in her heart. If Wang Zhifeng is here, I am afraid that she will intervene countless times and hint that Mo Jielian is holding the point.

At 5 o'clock in the evening, Wang Chengyou "disappeared" on time like a snail man.

"See you tomorrow, Mo Yan."

"See you tomorrow ......"

Wang Chengyou on the opposite side corrected Mo Yan with a mouth shape - "Chengyou". However, after removing the surname, Mo Yan just couldn't shout, so he simply avoided the title.

"This kid is really rare to be dignified, generous, and polite. Hmph, what Sister Zhu said about how good her son is, looking at Sister Zhu's appearance, I can't believe that her son can be better than Wang Chengyou anyway! ”

Mo Yan pursed his mouth.

For Mo Jielian's sigh, she also had to accept it. Starting from Aunt Zhu's personality, it is indeed difficult to imagine that she will have an excellent son; However, starting from the king's character, it is hard to imagine that he has such a vulgar and enthusiastic mother as Aunt Zhu?

Pushing the door and turning around, Mo Yan wanted to ask Mo Jielian why she was so hi tonight.

Before he could speak, his eyes fell on Mo Jielian's face, and Mo Yan was surprised to find that Mo Jielian was so radiant! It is completely different from the image of chest tightness and shortness of breath in the previous two days.

"Mom, what's special happening today?"

Mo Jielian snorted brightly: "Since everything has been settled, I might as well tell you directly......" So Mo Yan heard about Mo Jielian's slightly exaggerated unemployment journey.

"You whispered to Wang Chengyou yesterday that you were unemployed?"

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