"Can you guess what's going on?" Mo Yan asked Wang Chengyou. She believes that Wang Chengyou can guess eight or nine without leaving ten.

Sure enough, Wang Chengyou lived up to her expectations: "I can guess what he wants to say to me, but I don't understand why he said it to my face." ”

"So, you have to fly?"

"Would you like to fly with me? You can just go to see your mom and your aunt, and your stepdad. ”

Mo Yan swayed very much: "I still have unresolved matters here." ”

"Let's go and get back quickly. If you need it here, you can make a round trip in three days. ”

Three days.

Just three days.

She can get rid of her lovesickness, hug her mother who has missed her for a long time, and hug her aunt who has been missing her for a long time.

"I'll buy a plane ticket." Mo Yan let go. She knew that Wang Chengyou had no money in his hands.

"The airfare money is out of the air. I have your ID number. In the evening, when I go back to my dormitory, I will go to buy the nearest flight to the United States. When you get back, pack your clothes. ”

Wang Chengyou drove a mini Cooper hanging under Mo Yan's name, sent Mo Yan to her long-term hotel, and kissed Mo Yan at the door of the hotel before letting Mo Yan in.

When he got back on the road, he found that the vehicle following him was gone.

The writer must have seen the kiss between him and Mo Yan. Thinking of this, Wang Chengyou couldn't help but smile. He thought that the reason why Wenhao followed them all the way should be to confirm whether he would go back to the hotel with Mo Yan.

Thinking of the hotel, Wang Chengyou suddenly sighed for no reason in his heart.

He immediately called Mo Yan: "Mo Yan, have you entered the room?" ”

"In. How? You haven't left yet? ”

"If there's a knock on the door...... I mean, if the writer knocks on the door—"

"Thank you. Why did the writer knock on the door? Mo Yan asked rhetorically.

This is not an ordinary interrogative sentence, but a rhetorical question full of negative connotations. This is Mo Yan disliking him for guessing, small belly chicken intestines. Of course, Wang Chengyou understands.

He laughed first: "It's just right not to knock on the door." I was just suddenly a little worried and wanted to tell you that if he came knocking, he would definitely remember to call me. Don't wait for him to leave, but you call me when he comes in. ”

"Got it, got it. Stingy. ”

Wang Chengyou was not angry when he was scolded for being "stingy", and hung up the phone with a smile.

As Wang Chengyou expected, after following them to the door of the hotel, the writer was caught off guard and saw the kiss of separation, and he instantly became sour.

Knowing Mo Yan for so many years, paying so much, and guarding him for so long, he has never kissed Mo Yan like that!

It's not fair!

A voice roared in the back of my heart.

He could tell it was the voice that was bent on persuading him to go on vacation to the island.

The writer panicked.

Fortunately, the kiss ended after all.

Wang Chengyou and Mo Yan each turned around and went in different directions.

The writer regained his composure.

After Wang Chengyou left, the writer wanted to leave, but the ghost sent him to get out of the car, enter the hotel, and step into the elevator.

Smoothly fish in troubled waters and enter the floor where Mo Yan is.

When he came to the door of Mo Yan's room, he raised his hand to knock on the door.

At this time, it happened to be when Wang Chengyou asked Mo Yan on the phone to remember to call him.

In the corridor, a man brought a girl by, and the girl resisted, and was grabbed by the man's waist and coaxed and pushed forward. They struggled, and when they passed by the writer, they accidentally bumped into the writer.

The writer looked coldly at their departing backs, and suddenly felt that he was like that man, looking at his face with a hateful face.

The hand that wanted to knock at the door did not fall again.

With a ruthless heart, the writer turned around and left.

Before leaving, Wenhao called Mo Yan and said that he had been too busy recently, and his trip to the island was temporarily stranded.

Mo Yan happily agreed. There was no trace of regret in the tone, which hurt the writer a little.

In this way, the writer's heart wandered between good and evil several times. The entanglement between good and evil has caused several rounds of inner tsunami. It's just that no one can peek into his heart through his calm appearance. Mr. Fan, who was closest to him, was stupid and didn't find anything abnormal.

Some people, even if they are blessed with unique external conditions, do not have the capital to be famous. That's exactly what I'm talking about.

Mo Yan took the summer clothes from the suitcase and put the thick winter clothes inside.

Two hours later, Wang Chengyou called her and agreed to schedule a direct flight to Boston, where Harvard is located, at 12:30 a.m. tomorrow.

Fortunately, the visa of Feimi is now valid for ten years.

The next morning, after submitting a leave slip and explaining the company's latest affairs, Mo Yan and Wang Chengyou got on a plane to the United States together.

"I didn't tell the writer. Should I talk to him? ”

"It's all on the plane, it's about to shut down and take off, are you still struggling with this?" Wang Chengyou smiled.

"Hurry up, give me a suggestion."

"It's reasonable to be reasonable, you should ...... with him Send a message. ”

"Okay."

Mo Yan buried his head in sending a message to Wenhao.

After Mo Yan finished sending the message, the flight attendant immediately began the routine broadcast before takeoff. Hearing the flight attendant say that she wanted to turn off the phone or change it to airplane mode, Mo Yan turned off her mobile phone.

In the middle of the morning today, I told my mother Mo Jielian that she was going to fly to the United States to see them, and my mother Mo Jielian blurted out: "I have long wanted you to come!" I'm just embarrassed to say that I'm afraid that you will be too busy and affect your normal life. ”

At that moment, Mo Yan sincerely thanked Wang Chengyou for his sudden proposal.

According to the three-semester system of one academic year, it is now the beginning of Mo Yan's second semester, and there is no exam pressure before the year, even if she goes out for a month, there is no problem. Of course, they can't go out for a month, and Wang Chengyou still has to take the exam. Besides, she still has the company to tie in.

With great ease, the two began a long twelve-hour flight.

Fortunately, Wang Zhifeng, the young gold owner, was very generous and supported them to sit in first class. From Shanghai to Boston, there are 6 flights in 24 hours, and it is the one they chose, and there are two empty first class cabins.

Cocktails are free and the food is more refined. Mo Yan and Wang Chengyou have no intention of wasting too much time on eating, filming, television, or sleeping, they just want to hold hands and talk sweet nonsense.

Twelve hours later, at half past two p.m. local time, Wang Chengyou and Mo Yan landed at Boston Logan Airport.

turned on, Mo Yan's mobile phone Ding Ding Dong rang.

"So much news?" Wang Chengyou quipped. His phone has been quiet.

Mo Yan browsed the messages she received and replied, "Most of them were sent by my mother." I told me about my aunt and told me not to be too surprised when I saw her, and to compliment her on her good looks. ”

Wang Chengyou nodded and did not ask "who sent the few".

The brief "safe take-off and landing" sent by the writer was almost lost in Mo Jielian's message, and Mo Yan only glanced at it in a hurry.