Wang Chengyou's strong emotions when he first saw Mo Yan were finally digested by himself, and he calmed down: "Come here!" Take our car. ”

Our car?

Wenhao's brows furrowed, and Mo Yan left in front of him and obediently walked towards Wang Chengyou. So, she agrees with the phrase "our car"?

Coincidentally, behind the Wenhao car, a mini Cooper with a red body and white roof was parked. It turned out that it was "our car" that Wang Chengyou said.

Maybe it was a gift paid by Wang Chengyou and recorded in Mo Yan's name.

Wenhao opened the driver's door, propped his arm on the door, and asked with a nonchalant smile: "What does Xiao Yan want to eat?" You talk about the content, and I'm in charge of recommending the store. ”

Before Mo Yan could speak, Wang Chengyou said coldly: "You only need to be responsible for following." ”

Wenhao smiled indifferently and shrank into the car. It seems that he succeeded in annoying Wang Chengyou today, which is exactly the effect he wanted. Wait, the best is yet to come.

Wenhao sat in the car and waited for the car behind to go first.

Mo Yan, who was not present without a third person, was even more melancholy than when there was a writer's gag just now, Wang Chengyou looked at her pitiful appearance like a little quail, and laughed angrily: "Okay, I have experienced the things of the exam, and for the things that have happened and are a foregone conclusion, there is time for you to slowly sum up your experience." Promise me, don't think about it now, okay? ”

Mo Yan nodded slowly.

Her cheeks were extremely thin, her neck was thin, and her collarbones were clearly exposed...... Hey? Boobs ...... Alas, that's not the point, the point is that she was so cruel to herself, it's only been three months, and she's about to lose weight. He has been asking King Kong to send all kinds of nutritional products...... Seeing that his thoughts were about to burrow into grief again, Wang Chengyou stopped himself in time.

He pushed Mo Yan to walk quickly, went around the front of the car, and walked to the passenger seat. His fingers touched her back, and the skinny touch made him hold back tears from overflowing his eyes again. helped her open the car door, didn't dare to urge her to sit down, turned around and walked away quickly, afraid that she would look up and see his eyes, which would only make her sad again.

When he returned to the driver's seat, in front of the car door, Wang Chengyou quickly wiped his eyes.

When he sat in the driver's seat, Mo Yan looked over and saw Wang Chengyou smiling.

Wang Chengyou started the car and asked, "Mo Yan, what do you want to eat?" ”

"I ......" Mo Yan wanted to say and stopped.

"Say."

"Chutney."

"What?" This time I was really surprised.

"I've wanted to eat for a long time. Inside the sour and spicy soup, slippery noodles...... I've wanted to eat slippery sour and spicy noodles for a long time. ”

The car was driven, Wang Chengyou turned the steering wheel and drove to the exit of the parking lot. The writer quickly followed.

"Been wanting to eat for a long time? I remember that there was a sale in the backstreet of your school, why didn't you go to eat it, the store was closed? ”

"There's no time."

The conversation that had just been heated up was instantly cold again.

Don't have time? I can't spare the time to eat a bowl of noodles, how can she ...... That's it, for what has already happened and is a foregone conclusion, he lets it pass, and the lesson to be learned is that he will never allow this to happen again!

Wang Chengyou tilted his gaze, glanced at Mo Yan, who was imagining hot and sour noodles, and secretly swore in his heart that he could not blindly listen to Mo Yan's arrangements in the future, and he had to make up his mind and protect her thoroughly.

Hot and sour noodles, a snack that is difficult to get into the elegant hall, are not difficult to find, any small shopping plaza, the food street on the ground floor can be found, and even the Songjiang University Town, where they are currently located, must have many homes.

However, Wang Chengyou has no intention of looking for hot and sour noodles in Songjiang University Town, and he wants to take her back to the city.

Out of the university town, enter Jiasong South Road, cross the Songjiang overpass, and enter the Shanghai-Kunming Expressway and Hangzhou Bay Ring Expressway. It took an hour to drive all the way into the Shanghai Outer Ring Road. Walking to Hongmei Road, passing by a shopping mall called "Aegean Sea", Wang Chengyou drove into the parking lot of the mall.

At this time, Mo Yan leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes to recuperate. Wang Chengyou guessed that she was asleep, so he turned up the air conditioning in the car by two degrees. The car stopped steadily, and the disappearance of inertial force made Mo Yan's body rush forward, and Mo Yan immediately opened his eyes.

In front of him, Wang Chengyou was "studying" and looking at her closely.

Mo Yan hurriedly sat upright, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, so as not to drool after falling asleep, and found that it was quite dry after wiping it, and he was about to open the car door next to him.

"Wait." Wang Chengyou smiled and shouted to stop.

"Huh?" Mo Yan was a little nervous, and his gaze couldn't help but fall between his chin and the tip of his nose. After three months of not seeing him, the scars on Wang Chengyou's lips became more and more obvious.

Wang Chengyou didn't speak, just helped her press her seat belt.

Mo Yan blushed and hurriedly drove the door out.

Wang Chengyou has a heart-to-heart with her, and knows that she must be afraid that he will take the opportunity to pester her to "review". He didn't bother to let writers watch cheap movies.

The writer was already waiting outside the car.

Three people walked to the elevator in the parking garage.

The elevator doors close. The writer asked, "How many floors?" ”

"First basement floor." Wang Chengyou replied.

Wenhao glanced at Wang Chengyou and Mo Yan suspiciously. The first basement floor is naturally not an ideal location for famous restaurants, and it is mostly a place where snack bars are concentrated.

"She wants to eat hot and sour noodles." Wang Chengyou didn't want Mo Yan to explain to Wenhao himself, so he said for her.

Wen Hao smiled when he heard this, and his hand fell briskly on the B1 button.

"At that time, I was deprived of my inheritance rights because of my outstanding literary birth. Unable to understand why my father was so cruel to me, I confined myself to my apartment for a full week, and for a week, I only ate a little chocolate when I was too hungry to stand it.

After a week, I figured it out and was ready to cheer up, guess what I would most like to eat? The writer looked at Mo Yan with a smile.

"What?" Mo Yan was attracted and asked.

"I want to eat meat buns. I think it's a delicacy in the world, and when I think about it, I become very focused, and I feel very happy just thinking about it. Also, saliva is coming out, and you have to keep your mouth shut to avoid indecency. The writer described it so vividly that even Wang Chengyou couldn't help but smile.

Mo Yan really let out a chuckle, and at the same time echoed: "Yes, I really want to eat hot and sour noodles, you didn't say no, I think the meat bun is very good with hot and sour noodles at this time." ”

Wang Chengyou frowned slightly: What, don't mess with the mandarin duck spectrum.

The writer was full of energy: "Okay, let's find such a store!" ”

Such a shop is easy to find, they got out of the elevator, didn't go far, "Shudi Sichuan hot and sour noodles" big signboard in sight, "Shaanxi Meat Sandwich Bun" is next door to it, perfect!

Mo Yan and Wang Chengyou are okay, no matter the quality is old or new, whether they are wearing casual models, and the writer can be called a suit and leather shoes, although he followed the local customs and took off the suit that he still put on his body in the summer of previous years, only the white and flawless haute couture shirt was enough to scare the shopkeeper Xiao Er.

His shirt was embroidered with his name in white silk and a black jewel-like cufflink.

The writer seems to be still a writer, his clothes have long been leaked, and he is no longer the writer who went to his design studio to intern at the beginning.