Wang Chengyou kept his promise to Mo Yan, and he didn't think about it, didn't look at it, and didn't inquire about what kind of demon or flower he was doing.

It's been holding back for most of the semester.

The writer is more anxious than anyone else. It's not for the money he spent, but for his mother to urge marriage again.

Mom's original words are like this: "Mo Yan is a girl with a strong eye and a real temperament. I like her too, she is still your lucky star, even if the portal is very different, I have no objection to you marrying her at all.

But, if she doesn't like you, forget it. Moreover, she is a child with an undefined personality, and she may not be a good wife. ”

If his mother was the only one who looked at it like this, he would have been able to withstand the pressure, but unexpectedly, his mother took the route of lobbying his mother, and then passed on the meaning to his father.

Now his father, who didn't care about his spending money and investment, began to ask about the profitability of the Shanghai studio in renovating the old bungalow. He can't produce a profit statement; Dad turned to the investment statement.

The data is even more unsightly, because the situation with the district government is too complicated, and sometimes the money spent has to be covered up by making fake accounts.

To put it mildly, it is called business dealings.

To put it mildly, it is called bribery.

He also knew that he was walking along the river at night. It's not that Mo Yan's charm is so great that he makes him desperate, but the belief in his personality that "if you don't do it, you will do it" forces him to achieve his goal.

When "renovating the old bungalow" became a step in his plan, achieving it became his iron law. Although the ultimate goal is to break the trust between Wang Chengyou and Mo Yan and pursue Mo Yan's relationship, every step of the implementation is to do its best for the implementation itself.

The kind of style of retreating when encountering a little resistance, writers can't look down on it anyway.

His father once made it clear that this momentum of not admitting defeat is a double-edged sword, which can make the company strong or drag the company down, depending on his ability to predict.

In the case of "renovating old bungalows", the prediction is whether "the cornerstone of trust can be pried up".

Looking at it now, his initial estimate seems to be a little more optimistic.

In order to transfer his own pressure, on this day, Wenhao, who happened to be on a business trip in Shanghai for other projects, left the driver, drove to Fudan University by himself, found Wang Chengyou, and sat in the café face to face with Wang Chengyou.

Wang Chengyou on the opposite side is heroic and heroic, judging from his figure, he has grown into the physique of a mature man, and from the perspective of temperament, the aura exuded by his facial features is still a little immature.

Wen Hao took a delicate small spoon and stirred a little coffee or two, and placed the small spoon horizontally on the tray. Wang Chengyou, on the other side, put his hands on the armrests of the chair, the ankle of one foot rested on the knee of the other leg, and the chair was far away from the table.

It was a kind of vigilance, and this vigilance gave the writer a little confidence.

"Yesterday the first retrofit project was launched. Xiao Yan also participated in the groundbreaking ceremony. The project is on Gaoyou Road. Do you know Gaoyou Road? It is a road that will never be widened, from Fuxing West Road in the north to Hunan Road in the south. With a total length of only 355 meters, it was built in 1925.

The old bungalow we got is located in Lane 5 of Gaoyou Road, along the south side of Gaoyou Road into the alley, you can wear to the north side of Hunan Road. It's a place in the middle of the city, but there's a mysterious quiet.

Xiao Yan likes it very much, if it weren't for the refusal to change the property right, I would have wanted to buy that villa. The writer spoke in detail, and kept gesturing with his hands to assist his narration.

Wang Chengyou on the opposite side not only didn't say a word, but also didn't move a single bit. Only when Wenhao vaguely said that he wanted to buy a villa for Mo Yan, Wang Chengyou's eyes narrowed. Looking at his expression, it doesn't look like he's listening to Wenhao.

"Lane 5 of Gaoyou Road, next time you pass by, be sure to turn a corner and go in and have a look. That's the representative of Shanghai's classic alleys. There is a towering bamboo fence at the head of the wall, and the hundred-year-old camphor trees that cannot be embraced are spreading their branches and leaves on the wall, and the sun is dappled on the white wall. Listen carefully, there are insects chirping in the garden, there are whispers of conversation, and being in it makes you forget your sorrows.

Xiao Yan suggested erecting a swing in the courtyard. The reason is that this situation reminds her of Su Shi's "Butterfly Loves Flowers", "swing in the wall, and the road outside the wall". Not to mention, it's really appropriate. ”

Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan.

The "little face" that the writer said affectionately in his mouth was like a spoon poked into his heart, so blunt and so painful.

Wang Chengyou couldn't bear it and lowered his eyes. The hands that could not be seen on the table, and the handrails were clutched so that the joints were white.

From a different perspective, as far as the writer saw Wang Chengyou's reaction, it was too calm, so calm that it discouraged him. For a moment, he couldn't control his luck, and he had the idea that Wang Chengyou had actually given up on Mo Yan. In an instant, he realized that it was wishful thinking when he had nowhere else to go.

When he attended the groundbreaking ceremony with Mo Yan yesterday, he clearly saw Mo Yan answering Wang Chengyou's phone call with a sweet smile. In the bustling crowd, he concentrated on catching her voice, "Okay, obedient, don't make trouble, the ceremony is going to start soon, okay, okay, I promise you", he overheard so much that the important party spoke to him, and he didn't respond when he said it twice.

"A small face with short hair is more energetic than a person with long hair. Isn't it? ”

The topic of the old bungalow ended abruptly, because there was no praise.

However, the new topic is still not praised.

Wang Chengyou lifted his chin. This was the only reaction after hearing him say that he liked the short hair Mo Yan.

The writer was annoyed. Why is this guy so calm?! You're clearly a hairy guy, please be crazy, noisy, shouting, and even swinging your fists like a hairy guy...... In any case, it shouldn't be so bottomless and cold.

It is the writer who takes the initiative to challenge.

The one who disarmed and fled was also a writer.

Wenhao raised his wrist, excused himself for not being early, and left the café in a panic. In fact, it was just a quarter of an hour of sitting opposite each other. It took him 3 times as long to drive over.

The writer is gone.

Only then did Wang Chengyou relax.

Wang Chengyou loosened his stiff body, stood up, moved his wrist, and made an extremely childish movement.

He stretched out his arm to take the coffee cup that the writer had used to take a sip, and pointed it to the open space, and as soon as he let go of his hand, "pop", the coffee cup fell to the ground.

Coffee spills.

The ceramic cup is cracked.

After the large porcelain white fragments contributed to the crisp sound, they were no longer of any value, and they staggered to the ground.

The waiter walked over quickly when he heard the sound, and greeted Wang Chengyou with a very sense of service, caring whether he was injured or not. Wang Chengyou pressed down a red bill on the dining table and left without saying a word.

After smashing over the coffee cup, he was in a much better mood.

Walking out of the café, a cold wind blew in my face.

It's already December. Shanghai's long, cold, damp winter is about to begin.