Mo Yan stretched out his legs lazily, and the man slid down, hooking his hand around the flamingo's neck.

Two people, separated by a natural swimming pool enclosed in the courtyard.

The writer walked over in no hurry, and glanced at the watch on his wrist intentionally or unintentionally.

Speaking of which, he has a lot of watches. However, what he likes most is the one he wears on his hand.

This watch was bought by his father, Mr. Tang, after he forced him to sign a renunciation of inheritance, and then he was decadent for a while, and then rose in anger, opened his own company, and bought it with the money he earned. At that time, it was about 60,000 yuan.

Later, the company made steady money, and he was able to afford to buy a diamond-encrusted version. However, the urge to prove oneself with luxury watches is no longer there.

This ordinary Patek Philippe accompanied him from despair to prosperity. It gives him an emotional companionship that money can't buy. Wearing it is like carrying a confidence with you.

Two minutes passed.

After another minute, the effects of the drug will kick in.

The writer raised his eyes to look at Mo Yan, and his heart was full of tender love. If there is any regret at the moment, it is a regret that she can't soberly experience it with him......

But nine times out of ten, life isn't it?

Thirty seconds passed.

The slender jade hand hooked around the flamingo's neck hung limply. Mo Yan, who was already half-lying on the flamingo, slid down again. It was already in a state close to lethargy.

A ten-second countdown.

At this time, the writer gently walked into the water.

It only took five or six steps to walk from where he was standing to Mo Yan's side. He could have held her up before she topped down.

Cool skin.

Jade-like cool skin.

Every pore is shouting for such a raw 1 fragrant soft 2 jade.

Wenhao hugged Mo Yan carefully, and his heart was pounding. lowered his head and unexpectedly met Mo Yan's eyes.

The usual pair of fluffy, mesmerizing eyes were now looking at him with tears in their eyes, full of horror. There was disbelief in his eyes, extreme shock, and deep fear.

The writer shuddered uncontrollably, and then shuddered. It turns out that this medicine only makes people give up resistance, not completely comatose.

"Click."

The sound of crumbling ceramics.

"Uhhh

The sound of the frame tearing.

Break the elaborate ceramics with your own hands, and tear up the paintings with your heart's content...... What kind of mood is it? The writer has realized it!

The struggle and splitting, like a tsunami, turned into pain and despair, the power is absolutely beyond imagination, so that the writer woke up directly from his sleep.

He sat up from the couch suddenly.

The beads of sweat on his forehead were the size of beans.

His eyes were full of panic and remorse.

When everything settled down and saw that he was still in his room, he covered his chest, with a sense of the rest of his life, secretly glad that it was a dream. Suddenly, she raised her eyebrows again: Is it really just a dream? It's not so much a dream as that dark answer deep inside yourself.

Ignoring the fact that it was already one o'clock in the morning, Wenhao called his secretary.

The secretary rushed to report the work in a voice that had not yet woken up, telling him that the itinerary of the trip to the island had been sent to the boss's mailbox three hours before. Wen Hao gasped and interrupted the secretary's words: "Delete!" Delete it now! ”

The secretary didn't dare to explain that the email had been sent, and to delete it completely, I was afraid that the boss would need to do it himself, so he only agreed repeatedly.

After a heavy rain, the temperature in the magic capital plummeted.

Without a warm jacket, you can't get by. Even a person like Wang Chengyou, who has been wrestling and training in the military camp for two years, has no way to survive on thin shirts.

Wang Chengyou called home and asked his mother Mi Zhi to express him some winter clothes.

Mi Zhi happily agreed, and by the way, he couriered himself.

At the door of the boys' dormitory, Michelie hugged her long-missed son and refused to let go of her hand.

"The fire at the city gate affected the fish in the pond", she is talking about.

knew that her husband Wang Chen and her son were making trouble, although I don't know why they were making trouble, but it did affect her.

My son refuses to come home or answer video calls. Mi Zhi took the initiative to call Chengyou, and Chengyou hung up after a few words.

Mi Zhi doesn't understand, dad is dad, mom is mom, why is she awkward with her father, and the war is going to burn to her mother?!

finally caught the opportunity to see her son openly, she seemed to be born with a sticky attribute, either holding her son's hand, or holding his arm, and dragging his clothes if she couldn't do it, in short, she didn't stop next to her.

She was so happy, but her son had a cold face.

provoked Mi Zhi's eyes, and the mist rose layer after layer.

It seems that it was still yesterday, Chengyou hugged her neck, kissed this side of the face and kissed that side, and coaxed her sweetly, saying that she would always be the most beautiful person in his heart, and said that he would honor her together with his wife. She still remembered it, and his face changed.

Why is it so unreliable to smash!

The most innocent thing is that she still doesn't know why the two disagree on something. She lay down in a daze. It's still so firm.

While hanging firmly on her son's arm, Mi Zhi instructed the driver and bodyguards who had brought her to put two large boxes of clothes in the closet. If you can't put it in, you will pick the seasonal one first. Then he instructed the bodyguards to spread the latex mattresses he brought, and replace all the sheets and covers.

Those new roommates who didn't know the details of Wang Chengyou were already shocked at the moment. The glasses hung on the tip of the nose, and they didn't bother to push them up.

This roommate usually hides it deep enough, and he can't see such a big reason at all!

Mi Zhi thought that his diligence would be exchanged for his son's enthusiasm, but he never thought that he just lowered his eyes indifferently and treated her like a stepmother.

"You'er, mom is talking to you, why don't you look at mom?"

"You'er, when will you reconcile with your father?"

"You'er, my mother is so anxious that she wants to believe in Buddhism at home. Is there anything you can't tell your mother? ”

"You'er, Zhang's mother's eyesight has dropped sharply in the past six months, and she didn't say anything, but I know that she hides in bed alone every night to wipe her tears. She is more bitter than me, can't you go home and see her? ”

"You'er, don't you love your mother?"

The roommates all wiped their eyes with the back of their hands, and Wang Chengyou only lowered his head to play mobile games as if he had nothing to do with him.

In the depths of his heart, there was a vague sense of anger. Once upon a time, he was a well-behaved little boy who begged his mother from the perspective of looking up. When he needed his mother's support, his mother never had one voice, that is, he wanted him to bow to his father.

It's not that he doesn't love his mother, he just wants to love in a different identity.

Today, he is an adult man who demands control of his own life, looking at his mother from a top-down perspective.

After his scrutiny, he came to the conclusion that Mom and Dad are one!

He once taught his dad a lesson by being away from home for two years, and now it's time to teach his mom a lesson by not contacting his family.

It sounds like a big rebellion, but Wang Chengyou is convinced that his decision is the right one.