The writer's joke made the atmosphere between the two girls and him more relaxed.

Joey squinted at him: "I suddenly remembered, wearing a white hat, is it the supervisor or Party A?" ”

"I always thought I had the face of a supervisor."

"How?"

"At first glance, he is extremely fair, upright, decent and selfless."

"Poof. Actually? ”

"Actually, I'm Party A."

"Hahaha. The kind of person who will say, 'Please make the logo bigger and smaller at the same time'? ”

The writer folded the sleeves of his shirt up again: "Whether Party A is so talented or not, Party B has to evaluate." ”

Mo Yan walked aside, listening to Joey and the writer coming and going, talking lively, and his heart was very stable.

The writer took them to his favorite Zi Mei Xuan. The boss of Zimeixuan and the writer have a private room, just to keep the small hair. There are only a few small ones who have friendship privileges. The writer is one of them.

When eating at Zimeixuan, Joey was like a joke, and the writer talked a lot about the industry under her curious questioning. In contrast, he didn't say a few words to Mo Yan.

After the meal, Wenhao wanted to drive the two girls home, but Mo Yan refused. Although she refused very firmly, her expression was indeed smiling.

The writer couldn't help but be stunned when he saw that smile. If you compare a smile to a flower, it's too much to lift up a flower.

When he realized that he was distracted, he quickly looked away, looked left and right, and compromised: "Okay." It's not early, don't go shopping anymore, send me a message when you get home. ”

Mo Yan agreed.

Walking through the long alley where Zimeixuan was located, Wenhao said goodbye to Mo Yan and went to pick up the car in the opposite direction.

As soon as the writer left, Joey began to poke Mo Yan with his elbow: "Hey, this uncle likes it." ”

"Which eye can see it? It's clear that I've been chatting with people. ”

"He's talking to me, but he only picks up vegetables, and when he says goodbye, he only sends a message to his home."

"Nonsense. It's clearly said to two people. ”

"Cut. He never asked me for his contact information, okay? Do I send messages at home, do I send telepathic messages? ”

Mo Yan couldn't argue, and burst out laughing. Somewhat out of the girl's vanity, she relieved herself: "Mr. Wen admitted that he liked me last year, but I also know that people like him are well-informed, and they are just a temporary novelty to me. Now, I heard that he also has a date. Ah, don't guess his attitude towards me. In case Wang Chengyou knows, it will be jealous again. ”

Joey rolled his eyes: "He told him in person that he had a date?" ”

"What my mother learned from his mother is that she is the daughter of a political family, a political and business marriage, and the family is right. Mr. Wen is not too young, and he should be married soon. ”

Joey nodded. A person who has such a big business must be a person who is ambitious. In order to strengthen the business, it is reasonable to choose a marriage that can help you.

"I don't know if Wang Zhifeng will also come to the step of calculating the marriage of interests in the future?" Joey sighed.

Mo Yan shook his head. She is also not sure whether Wang Chengyou's little arm will twist the big 3 legs of his parents at that time.

For them, getting married and starting a family is likely to be five or six years away, or even three or five years later. However, in the past few years, it has been like a labyrinth hidden in a thick fog, and even the outline cannot be seen clearly.

Ten days later, Mo Yan went to Beijing as promised.

Twenty days later, Mo Yan returned from Beijing.

In the middle of the 20 days, I still contacted my mother and Wang Chengyou every day, and occasionally contacted Wenhao and Joy. But no matter who asked her what she had done in the 20 days she had been in Beijing, she always smiled indifferently: "It was too hot, so I went to the Forbidden City, Wangfujing Pedestrian Street, Mutianyu Great Wall, Tsinghua University, Peking University, Summer Palace, Yandai Xiejie, and Houhai." ”

Many people will say that they have gone to so many places, and they will "just go"!

As everyone knows, I have been to so many places in 20 days, and many of them have been seen in one day, which is really not much.

Wang Chengyou heard that Mo Yan was reluctant to talk deeply, and asked Brother Zhang and Xingchen behind his back to inquire about the situation. It's a pity that Xingchen and his X Orange Youth League were sent to Seoul for exchange, and Brother Zhang had no chance to contact Mo Yan at all.

Wang Chengyou decided to test his father's bottom line and secretly went to see Mo Yan once. However, Mo Yan had no intention of letting him take risks, only saying that he had been accompanying Xi Xi recently, because Xi Xi's mother went to Europe for further study.

"Stay at home, or live at home?"

"Originally, she lived in my house, but she couldn't shake off Wen Jie's little tail, so she became me living in my house."

Wang Chengyou thought of the Xixi family and the Xixi father, not to mention, and the writer who could openly go to eat, and couldn't help but feel a heart jam. However, he is not free himself, and can only hope that this boring summer vacation will pass as soon as possible.

Speaking of which, this summer vacation was calm and there were no major events, but Wang Chengyou couldn't help but have a hunch that something he didn't know had happened.

After becoming his father's pendant, Wang Chengyou, whose life circle was rapidly shrinking, couldn't tell whether his so-called hunch was a keen intuition or a boring fantasy.

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What happened in the 20 days that Mo Yan didn't want to talk about?

Strictly speaking, nothing happened.

Aunt Mo Fei just kept dressing her in gorgeous evening dresses, taking her to one palatial club after another, and attending one private party after another with beautiful clothes and sideburns.

The first time he went out, looking at the entire shoulders exposed by the one-shoulder dress, Mo Yan's heart was full of horror. If it weren't for her aunt's unusual insistence on the phone, and the driver who came to pick her up at home was a "French-speaking foreigner, I can't understand Chinese and I can't understand English", Mo Yan would have retreated long ago.

Fortunately, I was frightened before I went, but after I arrived, it was extremely smooth.

She roamed like a ghost in the crowd of people who were dancing in a luxurious club, and there was no handsome man who came to talk easily, a mediocre man...... With all due respect, her eyes are full of handsome men and beautiful women, and she is the most mediocre of them all.

They smile charmingly, look at each other, are courteous and polite, speak softly, and are indescribably relaxed and comfortable. It is completely different from Mo Yan's imaginary aura of being dizzy and drunk.

For example, when Mo Yan, who had opened a meat restaurant and seen a diorama, was taken to another club the next night, he did not reject the dresses and jewelry that were delivered to the door as he did the night before, nor did he slander his aunt as arbitrarily as he did the night before.

If it took seven or eight days, Mo Yan relieved this freshness.

After relieving this freshness, Mo Yan began to think about his aunt's motives.