Standing side by side at the window with a dry body, after Mo Yan asked him what happened, Wang Chengyou spoke: "Can you promise me not to go to Japan with Wenhao?" ”

Mo Yan let out a smirk: "I went to Japan with Wenhao?" Is there such a thing? I don't even know it myself! ”

Wang Cheng's face was full of grievances: "The writer came to me and told me that he was going to take you to Japan for a month." ”

"Just because of this? You didn't even care about your life, and you drove to me on a typhoon day? You could just give me a call and ask me. ”

"Cut," Wang Chengyou smiled, "the point is not here, but why is he talking about things related to you like this in front of me!" ”

Mo Yan stretched out his hand and covered the mouth of Wang Chengyou, who was speaking indignantly: "The point for me is that you shouldn't risk your life and drive over. ”

With just this sentence, Wang Chengyou's faintly irritable expression quieted down.

"As for why the writer came to you to say that, I'm quite puzzled. Rather than guess, I'd rather ask him.

I remember this matter, and when I meet him again, I will definitely ask you to understand.

If he had bad intentions, as you suspected, I wouldn't have let him succeed. You trust me to do what I say, don't you? ”

What can Wang Chengyou say? Only obediently nodded.

At the same time, he was secretly a little surprised, it was really a change in status that brought about a change in the right to speak, in the past, Mo Yan had used such a firm tone to comfort and appease him?

The one who asked, "Chengyou, what should I do", was the familiar Mo Yan in his impression. Helpless, cute, and inexplicably stimulates his desire to protect.

Mo Yan in front of him...... Wang Chengyou retracted his consciousness in time and didn't let himself think wildly.

"By the way, it's better to choose a day than to hit the day, maybe I should call Wenhao now and ask him why he did that?"

Wang Chengyou nodded at Mo Yan as if he was angry and his little daughter-in-law was waiting for someone else to administer justice for him.

Mo Yan picked up his mobile phone and was just about to call Wenhao when there was a knock on the door.

Wang Chengyou immediately pulled Mo Yan, who was about to open the door, and he had a hunch in his heart that the person outside the door should be arranged by his father.

"Leave him alone." Wang Chengyou whispered to Mo Yan.

"No, it's not good!"

"You stand, I'll open the door."

Mo Yan also thought that Wang Chengyou was on the lookout for the writer to knock on the door, so he stood aside funny, holding his hands, ready to see what kind of trouble was going to be between Wang Chengyou and the writer.

The door was not completely opened by Wang Chengyou at all, only a crack in the door was opened.

I only heard Wang Chengyou ask in a very unkind voice: "Who asked you to come?" Then, "What are you doing here?" ”

"Are you looking for Mo Yan? To hand her a dry towel? Aren't there towels in the room? Is it also worth chasing you to the door of the house to deliver? Don't ink, let's go, Mo Yan is not here. Also, you'd better be a little measured and don't ......"

Wang Chengyou was playing smoothly, and suddenly someone pulled him hard, and there was no doubt that it was Mo Yan behind him.

Mo Yan opened the door and politely talked to the lobby manager who chased him to the door.

Wang Chengyou is not an impolite person, but when it comes to Mo Yan and smells the other party's nonsensical posture, he can't help but get angry.

After repeatedly thanking the lobby manager for his kindness, Mo Yan closed the door.

"You are a humble son, why should you show your teeth and claws to people who want to please you?" Mo Yan Jiao was angry.