What if the old king connived at him back then?

If you continue to think along this line, you will continue to indulge it now.

The point is whether he has enough merit to redeem his indulgence.

What are the advantages of Lao Wang's recommendation? Tenacity? Sweat blood? Growing tenaciously in the face of loneliness and adversity?

Wang Chengyou clung to this hard-won inspiration and tracked it with great devotion, not even hearing Mo Yan call him.

"Chengyou~" Mo Yan had no choice but to raise his voice.

"Huh?" Wang Chengyou woke up from his thoughts.

"The ......"

"What?"

"T-shirt."

"Oh, okay, I'll give it to you."

Wang Chengyou picked up the short sleeves in the corner of the bed and walked to the bathroom. The bathroom door opened a crack, and he slipped his short sleeve in it and turned to leave. His footsteps were heavier than usual, so that Mo Yan could rest assured.

She's not like those funny contracts, she's more fun.

He doesn't go to peep, he just looks at it openly.

If he "happens" to have the advantages that Lao Wang admires, does it mean that Lao Wang will turn a blind eye to him even if he holds the contract?

After all, what Lao Wang hated was not Mo Yan, but his disobedience to the arrangement.

And this past weekend, when the father and son sat face to face and talked about all kinds of Tianchang Technology, he clearly saw a trace of comfort and satisfaction on Lao Wang's face. Can that expression be seen as an acknowledgment of the status quo?

In other words, Lao Wang was actually satisfied with his stay in China later?

This is an inference to be confirmed.

However, there is no time to find evidence to confirm it.

Mo Yan had already come out of the bathroom. His short-sleeved T, she put it on as a mid-sleeve, seven or eight centimeters from the bottom to the knee, a proper short skirt.

"Why didn't you blow your hair?" His gaze raced over her, focusing on her hair.

"Blown."

"Didn't blow dry."

"It's been blowing for a long time, and I'm tired of blowing." Yes, she washed the little Nene, and the little Nene who blew first was tired to death. When it's time to blow your hair, it's over with two blows.

Wang Chengyou immediately pulled Mo Yan back to the bathroom, took a hair dryer and helped her blow her hair.

Mo Yan's hair, the longest end, was waist-high. The long black and thick hair is thick in the hand, and it feels special to the touch. Wang Chengyou carefully helped her blow the air, from behind her ear on one side to behind her ear on the other.

The hair dryer made a "boom" noise, and neither of them spoke.

The height difference made it easy for him to lift her hair. Wet hair gradually dries out in the warm breeze. The hair dryer, which had been booming for 20 minutes, was turned off, and the world fell silent.

Mo Yan had nothing to say: "I didn't think it was in my third year of high school, but I felt that long hair was so troublesome at this time." ”

"Isn't it good?" Wang Chengyou greedily stroked her long hair again. Silky smooth and unstoppable.

"At home at that time, after washing my hair, my mother also helped me blow it like this."

"If only we were in one school." The implication is that whenever you wash your hair, I'll blow it for you.

"yes." In other words, I have to study hard. Although you can't get into your school, at least you can get closer.

Wang Chengyou woke up suddenly. No, he wasn't what he intended!

"Ahem, Mo Yan, in fact, the transfer student exam-"

Before he finished speaking, Mo Yan grabbed it: "I know, it's difficult." But I always have to do my best so that I don't regret it. ”

Wang Chengyou was silent.

Mo Yan slipped into the quilt, revealing only his chin.

Wang Chengyou rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find a spare quilt, looked around, but did not find it, and had an idea, thinking that he could move the room next door. After thinking about it, he was afraid that once he went out, Mo Yan locked the door.

After weighing it, I decided to call the front desk to bring a bed over.

Mo Yan looked at him in surprise, how could he be so calm and make additional requests without giving a reason? It didn't take long for the front desk to send someone to deliver the quilt.

Wang Chengyou spread the quilt on the carpet, half of it was spread and half of it was covered. He lay down and tossed and turned a few times, then suddenly stood up and leaned over towards Mo Yan. Mo Yan hurriedly covered his head with a quilt.

Shrinking in the dark, he waited for a while like a frightened bird, did not see any further movements, and secretly poked his head out, it turned out that Wang Chengyou was just reaching out to get another pillow.

He had long since laid down.

At the moment, he was resting his head on his arm, his arm resting on the pillow, looking at her narrowly and smiling.

Mo Yan couldn't help but laugh twice.

"Do you want to turn off the lights?" He asked.

"You go close." She said.

Wang Chengyou took a remote control, lay down and didn't move, and turned off the light. Originally, the room was covered with modern electronically controlled furniture.

When the lights were turned off, the room was dark. The atmosphere suddenly became sensitive and weird. No wonder he asked "do you want to turn off the lights", but she cleverly replaced it with "who will turn off the lights".

Mo Yan didn't speak again, for fear that if he didn't agree, the situation would get out of control.

Wang Chengyou probably had the same thought, from the moment the lights went out, there was only the sound of breathing in the room. As if turned off, there is also a language function.

After a long time, I fell asleep.

The next day, when Mo Yan woke up, he found that most of the quilt was pressed under him, his long legs were all exposed, and the so-called pajamas, because they were too wide, had shrunk to his chest.

hurriedly and quietly ripped off his pajamas, and then peeked at the ground, Wang Chengyou's bed was gone.

The quilt was folded and placed on the sofa.

In the room, not only was there no one to be seen, but no sound was heard.

Where did Wang Chengyou go? Mo Yan found his mobile phone, the battery was very small, found Wang Chengyou's phone number, and dialed it.

"Are you awake? I went out for a morning jog. Go back in ten minutes. ”

Knowing his movements, she was relieved to get busy with herself.

Wash your face, brush your teeth, change your clothes, and get it done in 8 minutes. After she had all cleaned up, she waited another 2 minutes for a knock on the door. Wang Chengyou, who was wearing yesterday's short sleeves and sweating into a river, appeared.

"Wait for me to flush," he said, dodging to the bathroom, "and help me get my change of clothes." ”

Mo Yan silently turned around and took the short-sleeved T that she used as a nightdress last night.

When the sound of the water was over, she knocked lightly on the door. The door opened, and she turned her face away, avoiding looking at him, and only passed her clothes.

The clothes were taken away, leaving the phrase: "Not enough." ”

Inadequate?

Okay, Mo Yan silently walked towards Wang Chengyou's backpack and saw what he could find.

The neatly folded trousers were placed in a cleaning bag, but fortunately, she was asked to hand them over, not short ones.

Mo Yan took away the trousers, but the afterglow was attracted by a touch of pink.

Quickly glanced at the direction where Wang Chengyou was, and picked it up, revealing more pink. When I took it out, I saw that it was a nightdress.

"Trousers, did you find it?" Wang Chengyou shouted.

Mo Yan hurriedly stuffed the nightdress into his bag, took the trousers, and ran to the door of the bathroom to hand it over. The door was half open, and he dared to open it. However, she only lowered her eyes, and her face did not have the anger on her face that she had when she first saw the text message yesterday.