The doorman in a delicate uniform opened the door, the car attendant drove the car to the door of the hotel early, and the service staff carefully put the luggage into the trunk.

I don't know when, Mo Yan, who is used to seeing this kind of courteous formation, no longer sighs with emotion.

Get in the car, merge into the traffic, and drive forward smoothly.

Due to the limitation of her line of sight, Mo Yan had no way to look up at the building she had left.

On the floor of the room where she stayed yesterday, the window was tightly closed, revealing half of her wooden face. It was Vivien, who didn't know whether to be happy or angry.

It should be good that 500,000 has arrived.

should be angry that he is as affectionate as a writer, and he actually left her before leaving.

The moment I watched the car drive out, I felt like I was dead, and I was left with a sense of panic that would get out of control at any time.

His eyes were chasing a car, chasing and chasing, and suddenly he became suspicious, suspecting that his eyes were following an unrelated car. The hand that opened the curtain suddenly drooped, and Mu Ran's face disappeared into the gloom.

Mo Yan, who was sitting in the car, flashed a trace of uneasiness in his heart: "Do you want me to call Vivian again?" ”

The writer who was driving did not speak, only shook his head slightly. It wasn't a rejection, but a sigh of rage. Mo Yan, who understood his expression, took out his mobile phone and began to call Vivian.

"Mo Yan!" Vivien's voice came out, slightly sour and astringent, as if she was crying.

"Are you crying?" Mo Yan asked.

The writer who was driving instantly frowned.

"Yes...... Mo Yan! Vivien's voice rushed out of the hands-free.

The writer's brows became tighter and tighter, and he felt that the wind and rain were coming.

"Don't be afraid, there's still time, you're-"

"I ...... I'm so touched, the platinum bag is in my arms, I'm so touched......"

Wen Hao's frowning brows instantly loosened, and the corners of his mouth smiled secretly.

Mo Yan was caught off guard, and was speechless for a while: "It's good if you're happy." ”

Wenhao took out a free hand, and it was not very abrupt to snatch the mobile phone from Mo Yan's hand and put it to his ear: "You can do it yourself." With that, he hung up the phone.

Mo Yan felt that he understood the anger of the writer.

The journey was smooth, I arrived at the airport within the expected time, and after eating a prestigious ramen at the airport restaurant, there was still an hour and a half before the flight boarding time.

The writer asked Mo Yan if he wanted to visit the duty-free shop. Mo Yan saw that there was plenty of time, so he nodded and agreed, let's digest the ramen.

When visiting the airport duty-free shop, Mo Yan seemed half-hearted, and the expression on his face was so gentle that he could turn into water. Several times, she inadvertently swept her eyes across the crowd, and seemed to see Wang Chengyou's figure, and when she looked closely, it was just an ordinary passerby.

There is an unspoken extravagant thought that has always been latent in my heart: Will Wang Chengyou go to pick up the airport? Will it? Will it?

Facing a set of silk skirts, Mo Yan couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

"Like?"

"......" Mo Yan was still trapped in her imagination.

In her imagination, she pushed her suitcase and walked forward with the crowd, Wang Chengyou strode towards her, and the people around her were talking, admiring the brother who came across was really handsome. She couldn't help but stand still, quietly admiring his sassy and heroic appearance. He approached with a smile and took her into his arms without saying anything.

"Wrap it up in her size."

Mo Yan lowered his head shyly. No one knew that she was just rejecting the imaginary kiss.

"Miss, please take it." The waiter handed the handbag to Mo Yan.

Mo Yan subconsciously took it, and then, as if he had just woken up: "What is this?" ”

"This is the silk dress you like."

"What I like?"

"Yes, that gentleman has already paid for you."

Mo Yan followed the waiter's gesture, turned his head, and saw the writer standing with a smile. Wenhao was the first to speak: "It's not early, let's go to the plane." ”

"But......" Mo Yan raised the handbag in his hand.

"Don't. It's not as expensive as a plane ticket. ”

"Okay. How much, I'll transfer it to you. ”

The writer glanced at Mo Yan deeply and did not speak. Mo Yan saw that he was not very happy again, and thought that for his worth, it was not much different from an insult to be returned after spending money, so he didn't dwell on the topic of transfer anymore.

Mo Yan made up his mind to find an opportunity in the future to give him back an expensive gift.

Boarding. 3 hours away.

The landing time was as expected, just after midnight.

As soon as Mo Yan got off the plane, he seemed to be distracted. She often walked and walked, and then stopped, and suddenly looked back, as if she saw someone.

The writer saw the change in her eyes and said nothing.

He himself is also sweating.

If Wang Chengyou appeared at the airport at midnight...... Then he's a mess!

In this way, one by one was looking forward to seeing Wang Chengyou, and the other secretly prayed not to see Wang Chengyou, and no one was interested in talking.

The two of them silently finished their luggage and walked to the exit.

The airport staff guarding near the exit checked the luggage, and Mo Yan took the opportunity to stop again. She either looked up or looked down at her phone, while Wenhao only looked at Mo Yan stupidly.

Further on, it's out of the terminal. The writer who was worried all the way gradually had the feeling that his heart was in his stomach.

If you haven't seen Wang Chengyou when you want to leave the terminal, you shouldn't be able to see it. After all, there are nearly ten exits in the T2 terminal, and it is difficult to bump into them by luck without an appointment. Mo Yan's loss is written on his face, how can there be any signs of appointment.

Wenhao was silent, took Mo Yan's large suitcase, one box in one hand, and pushed out of the terminal. According to the message sent by Wenhao, the driver who came to pick up the airport was already waiting at the waiting position.

The writer turned around and saw Mo Yan's lost soul.

"Are you tired?" He asked.

Mo Yan pursed his mouth and shook his head.

Wenhao patted the suitcase: "You sit on it, I'll push you." ”

Mo Yan shook his head with interest.

Wenhao pulled Mo Yan and pressed Mo Yan on the large suitcase, and his own business suitcase was like magic, conjuring a strap. The writer put the business suitcase on his back and began to bow and push Mo Yan.

Mo Yan struggled to come down, but was intimidated by the writer: "Be careful to bring me down." Mo Yan had no choice but to hold on to the trolley case.

The swivel wheels glide lubricatably across the terrazzo floor. The large suitcase itself is sturdy and stuffed with luggage, and Mo Yan weighs lightly, so it does not hinder the suitcase from sliding after sitting.

The writer pushed faster and faster, and even trotted up.

Many people looked at them and showed smiling faces by the way.

In the eyes of passers-by, this is a loving and naughty pair of lovers.

Wang Chengyou, who jumped out of the car in a hurry and planned to run into the terminal, saw the "strange scene" on the opposite side of the road when a car drove from time to time.

Under the rows of spotlights, the picture is as beautiful as a fairy tale, the man pushing the suitcase, and the woman sitting in the suitcase...... If only it weren't so familiar.