Lasagna is served, as is the 5-medium rare filet mignon.

Mo Yan had already eaten 7 minutes full in the business meal, considering that Wenhao was waiting for her hungry, so he picked up the fork and ate again.

"Xiao Yan, you ask me how to choose. There is no direct answer in the answer I gave you. No matter how you choose, there are gains and losses. The key is how you evaluate the gains and losses. ”

"Can you help me break it down? I'm afraid I'm obsessed. ”

The writer skillfully divided the steak, cut a bite, and forked it onto Mo Yan's plate: "Girls also want to eat some meat." ”

When Mo Yan habitually accepted it, he suddenly thought that now that he was a person with a boyfriend, he should keep an appropriate distance from Wenhao. The fork spun in a circle, leaving the steak and landing on the pasta.

"How?" The writer asked keenly.

"I've eaten quite a bit. At the dinner just now, everyone behaved very realistically, so they ate more than they said. ”

The writer sneered: "That's it." And you still eat pasta? ”

"I'm not afraid you'll go hungry. You say it's not interesting to eat alone. ”

Wenhao showed a bright smile: "Thank you, Xiao Yan." Sometimes I think it's nice to be able to keep the relationship going like we do. Mo Yan couldn't hear the meaning of the words, and only smirked twice.

After the writer finished eating the steak, the two of them also analyzed the pros and cons of "taking refuge or not". Mo Yan fell into contemplation, and the writer recruited a waiter and paid the bill. With Wenhao, Mo Yan has never worried about the problem of spending power.

All the occasions when the writer takes her in and out, the writer has absolute spending power.

The two habitually walked out of the hotel side by side.

Wang Chengyou, who was waiting at the door of the hotel, was directly petrified.

He couldn't believe his eyes and couldn't help but rub them again and again. The writer and Mo Yan in front of him, shoulder to shoulder, arm rubbing arm, discussing something, walked out of the magnificent revolving door of the hotel.

When he went out, the writer also helped Mo Yan put on his coat quite gentlemanly, and Mo Yan seemed to be so accustomed to the service of the writer.

In this early winter season, not many people wear cashmere coats.

Wang Chengyou, who was wearing an autumn down coat for two hundred yuan, knew that those who wore cashmere coats were not frost-resistant, but because they were very thin. At the same time, it also means that when they go in and out, the heating has already been turned on and the temperature is maintained all year round.

Low self-esteem comes out of the bottom of my heart, like a wild weed.

After the writer helped Mo Yan put on his coat, his coat was put on the crook of his arm. Haute couture suits, even in the night with limited resolution, show an extraordinary aura.

Wang Chengyou's gaze fell on his more than 100 imitation shoes, and he unconsciously shrank back a step. In his mind, somehow, the three golden words "poor boy" suddenly flashed.

Just when Wang Chengyou was stunned, Wenhao and Mo Yan had already walked through the door of the hotel.

Mo Yan was analyzing his strengths and weaknesses in his career with Wenhao, but suddenly remembered that Wang Chengyou had said that he would pick her up, so he stopped and switched stiffly: "By the way, Wenhao, I still have an appointment, and I can't go further with you." ”

"Really?" The writer showed no signs of rushing to leave, "Do I know me?" ”

"Acquaintance." A sweet smile appeared at the corner of Mo Yan's mouth, she didn't hide the meaning of the writer, "It's Wang Chengyou." ”

This scene fell in the eyes of Wang Chengyou, who was far away, and he interpreted it as a tacit understanding and match between the writer and Mo Yan. At that moment, he flinched in his heart, and a voice kept shouting: Poor boy, stop dreaming. Let's go, you won't get anything but shame.

It's just that his deep love for Mo Yan made him stay.

Just when he was so sad that he couldn't do it, he suddenly saw Mo Yan looking left and right, as if he was looking for someone.

Wang Chengyou hesitated, not knowing whether to step forward and walk over, or to hide.

At this moment, Mo Yan found Wang Chengyou and beckoned him from afar.

The writer turned around at the right time and looked at him as well.

The writer's face was hidden in the shadows, and he couldn't see the expression clearly. Mo Yan's smiling face can be felt from a distance.

Wang Chengyou settled down in Mo Yan's smile and walked over steadily.

"It's—"

"I know. Wang Chengyou. The writer took the lead and intercepted Mo Yan's words to be introduced. He knew that if he didn't steal the conversation, Mo Yan would say "my boyfriend".

Wang Chengyou leaned closer to Mo Yan, he didn't plan to mend the knife.

To put it aside, he added "I'm Mo Yan's boyfriend" with a smile. Now, he understands the complexity and hardships of life, and he also understands that he who fell from his father's shoulders does not have much to show off.

Just now, he never knew what it was like to have low self-esteem, and he couldn't control his inferiority.

Wang Chengyou just smiled at Wenhao. A fleeting laugh.

The writer was very strange, and felt that Wang Chengyou in front of him seemed to have changed his personality.

"You-" Wenhao said as he couldn't stop looking at Wang Chengyou. Today's Wang Chengyou is indeed different from the past, the writer's eyes fell on his cheap clothes that could not be concealed by the night, and he wondered in his heart, why is it that he has a down-and-out appearance, but he has a sense of heaviness?

"I'll pick up Mo Yan." Wang Chengyou answered the question.

The writer lowered his eyes, and his gaze dipped on Wang Chengyou's soft shoes. I can't draw a circle of doubts in my heart.

Could it be that Wang Chengyou fell out with his family in order to be with Mo Yan?

For the sake of beauty, don't want the country?

Otherwise, how can we explain everything in front of us?

"So, let's go?" Mo Yan repeated.

The writer seemed to be suddenly awakened, and said "oh" casually.

After receiving his reply, Mo Yan was unburdened, happily grabbed Wang Chengyou's arm, and walked in the direction where Wang Chengyou came. Wang Chengyou felt that his entire back was numb, and he knew that at this moment, the writer must hate him to the core.

Light, soft, and thin cashmere sleeves reveal small hands like white jade.

Wang Chengyou held Mo Yan's hand in his palm and clenched it tightly.

"Mo Yan, do you want to fly to the United States to see your aunt?"

Mo Yan's elation instantly turned solemn. She looked at Wang Chengyou, as if she didn't understand what he was talking about.

"Tomorrow we'll fly to the United States, shall we?"

"How did you come up with the idea to fly to the United States?"

Wang Chengyou explained to Mo Yan 1510.

"Wang Zhifeng, he has AIDS? Did he say it himself? Mo Yan said in surprise.

"I don't believe it. Hey, I remembered that when you asked. He didn't say it himself, he was the one who led me to think so. When I asked him for confirmation, he avoided answering and asked me directly if I would dislike him and if I would like to go to the United States for him. ”

"Whew." Mo Yan exhaled, "I'd rather he lied to you." ”

"But he clearly has something to tell me. And it needs to be said face to face. ”