Understood, the next thing is that the mother carries her son behind her back, makes an appointment to meet her son's lover, and forcibly breaks up the young lover with a cold and cruel attitude.

She doesn't have 5 million, but if she dares to make a bet of 5 million, she will definitely not be able to support the mother's cold and arrogant attitude.

After ending the call, Mo Yan trembled, forced his composure, and made up a reason to say goodbye to Brother Zhang and Xinyue, go out, turn left, and walk towards the first traffic light.

An unremarkable black car—at least as Mo Yan looks—was parked lightly on the side of the road, and Mo Yan didn't know where the confidence came from, knowing that it was this car.

Wang Chengyou's mother's date drove her, making her suspicious and get into the car. The car was empty, and the driver didn't speak, so he picked her up and drove forward. Mo Yan tried to write down the route, however, he couldn't do it at all.

The mobile phone was still tinkling, and Wang Chengyou's messages kept flying in.

Mo Yan looked at it, nothing important, and had no intention of replying.

The car was parked in a commercial center. Mo Yan took a closer look, she had an impression of this place, it was called Sun and Moonlight! The hanging heart fell. It may be that the familiar environment and the lively crowd give her a sense of security.

According to the address left to her by Wang Chengyou's mother, she found "Song Ke". It turned out to be a hair-cutting shop.

When Mo Yan stepped into the brightly lit, dusty, black, white and gray tones of Songke, he immediately felt that it was different. In the semi-enclosed space surrounded by three two-seater sofas, Mi Zhi stretched out his hand and waved at Mo Yan: "Here." ”

The tone is friendly and affectionate, like greeting an old friend.

"I don't think kids your age like coffee drink, so why don't you meet to get your nails done." Mi Zhi's bite is not very clear, but it brings out a glutinous sweetness.

Mo Yanke did as he pleased, staring at Mi Zhi with both eyes, waiting for Mi Zhi to bring the topic to the point.

However, Michelle just got up and beckoned Mo Yan to sit in front of the nail table with her. For a long time, Michelie was like a curious baby, struggling with what colors to choose, what graphics to draw, and what decorations to decorate. Mo Yan watched silently and did not make a plan.

"Ah, your hands, what's wrong here?" Mi Zhi coldly grabbed Mo Yan's right hand and pointed to the protrusion of the middle finger and asked.

Before Mo Yan could answer, Mi Zhi gasped exaggeratedly, grabbed the little finger of her right hand and asked, "Here...... Is it born here? "Her exaggeration comes relatively mildly, and it is not inconsistent with her overall image.

Yes, I don't have a pair of straight, perfect hands. Mo Yan quietly glanced at her right hand, and replied without humility or arrogance: "These are the traces left by years of painting. This protrusion is a cocoon that has been ground out; Because the pinky finger is always pressed hard, the pinky finger is bent. ”

Mi Zhi showed a "really regretful" expression, and randomly stretched out his jade hand like a green onion, which was smoother and more delicate than Mo Yan's. She was bored and said to the nail technician beside her, "Look at the painting." ”

Mi Zhi turned around and asked Mo Yan: "You don't pick either, let them look at the paintings?" ”

Mo Yan replied: "I don't like to draw nails, so I won't paint them." ”

Michel was a little surprised: "How can there be girls who don't like to paint their nails?" ”

In Mo Yan's opinion, although the middle-aged Mi Zhi is full of luxury, it is also a little silly and sweet. It's like a well-fated girl who is pampered so much that Shuangshang stays in a certain underdeveloped age.

In fact, it is indeed Mi Zhi who smiles a lot, while Mo Yan has been straining his face and waiting for him.

Faced with Mi Zhi's incredulous rhetorical question, Mo Yan just grinned and replied.

"Why don't you go get your hair cut? It's so boring to sit here waiting for me. Tony? ”

A well-decorated young man trotted over with a smile, and Mi Zhi pointed at Mo Yan: "Help her fix her hair." ”

Mo Yan refused, her hairstyle belonged to the kind that cost the least money, and the original ecology was scattered.

"Oh my God," Tony exclaimed exaggeratedly, "the young lady's hair is so good, it's rare for a thousand people, please let me touch it!" ”

Mo Yan, who didn't go through too much of the world and was not good at refusing, was coaxed and pulled away by Tony.

Leaving Mi Zhi's side, Mo Yan was relatively relaxed, and the muscles on his face were no longer tense. What she thought in her heart was that Wang Chengyou's mother was probably building momentum. Look at this "Songke", it exudes delicacy everywhere. In order for her to experience the class gap firsthand?

Mo Yan pondered, and let Tony put on a white burqa for her. Just as she was about to answer Tony's haircut, her eyes accidentally fell on the price list that was written in Mimi.

"What? How much does it cost to cut a head? ”

Tony was so frightened that he slapped his chest: "Little sister, this is the VIP membership price, otherwise it's 2580." ”

Mo Yan reached out and pulled the white burqa around his neck. "It's too bad." She said in passing.

Tony suddenly became serious: "You have the right not to cut, I won't be happy if you say it's too pit." Not to mention our study experience in the United States, Britain and France, and other internationally renowned beauty palaces, just say that this antique chair under your fart 1 share, it has a history of 150 years, and the price is unimaginably expensive, you sit for an hour, and the price of loss is more than 1000 yuan! ”

Mo Yan jumped up. I'm afraid that Tony Benny will make her pay for the wear and tear of the chair.

"Tony, you're skinny again." Mizzy's voice came with a laugh.

Tony stretched out his hands and grabbed Mo Yan's face full of collagen, and smiled: "Dear, the way you jumped off the chair is really sexy." ”

Mo Yan's blood poured up on his head. She doesn't want to be a casual woman, and she can praise her in front of other men for being sexy. Especially in front of Wang Chengyou's mother!

Mi Zhi was held by one hand and walked over, glanced at Tony coquettishly, and relieved Mo Yan and said, "Okay, don't cut it, just sit there and wait for me for a while, I'm almost done." ”

Mo Yan was reluctant to sit on the sofa, afraid of sitting on antiques, but chose to stand next to the nail technician and watch the nail technician paint Michel's nails. Painted a layer of gray, painted a layer of fog blue, drew a small red and blue sailboat, and ordered a few seagulls. Fortunately, only the ring finger and middle finger have a total of 4 nails painted on them, otherwise Mo Yan would have to be dizzy.

Michel Zhi's hands are painted, placed on the wrist rest, and the nail technician's assistant sends a bill of consumption for Mi Zhi's to check. Mi Zhi said to Mo Yan kindly, "Help me get it." ”

Mo Yan hurriedly took it. Accidentally, a set of numbers popped into the eye. 1280 yuan!

Draw a few small sailboats for 1280 yuan?!

Mo Yan couldn't believe it, and quickly glanced at the stool under Mi Zhi's buttocks.

She thought she was quite calm and unexcited, but she didn't know that the silent eyes widened, the mouth was slightly sipped, and the head moved together to look at the chair...... All fell in the eyes of everyone, and even more in the eyes of Michelle.