Mo Yan's anger in his heart was so dissipated by Vivian, who had a good attitude and had nothing to say.

The literary hero who was fighting weakly said: "Dare to ask, what are the two of you talking about?" I've been confused for a long time, and I'm going to doubt my IQ. ”

Mo Yan and Vivian crossed him at the same time: "I won't tell you!" ”

Wenhao thought it was so funny that he laughed hahaha.

Mo Yan didn't want to be a light bulb, but Vivian, who was full of apologies in her heart, grabbed her and didn't let go at all. Mo Yan had no choice but to have a big meal with the unmarried couple.

Meticulous to the point of being a little dumbfounded to pick up as a driver.

This big meal was eaten until 11 p.m. During this period, Wang Chengyou made a phone call and routinely asked casually, "How are you doing today?" Have you had dinner? If you don't touch the danger zone.

Mo Yan, who was accustomed to facing Wang Chengyou honestly, suddenly felt a little weak and short of breath.

"You're eating, aren't you?" Wang Chengyou changed a way of asking.

"Yes." Mo Yan replied worriedly.

Wang Chengyou hesitated for a moment, and seemed to smile a little bitterly: "I won't bother you." ”

"......" Mo Yan was still listening with his ears propped up, but he heard the sound of the end of the call.

Wait a minute! What do you mean by "not bothering you"?!

Mo Yan quickly looked left and right, wanting to see familiar faces. She couldn't help but stand up. Once, twice. She looked so carefully, but she didn't see the imaginary face of Wang Chengyou.

Perhaps, when he said "you", he meant her farewell dinner with her teachers and classmates. After all, tomorrow is the end of the study tour.

Mo Yan sat down dejectedly, facing the exquisite French food, he could no longer raise his appetite.

"What's wrong?" Vivien asked with concern.

"Nothing." Mo Yan muttered in reply.

Wenhao gently buckled the mobile phone under the table on the table, and wiped the corner of his mouth with a snow-white napkin. The mobile phone that was just buckled on the desktop was a mobile phone that had just sent Wang Chengyou a French fried foie gras.

As Mo Yan felt, Wang Chengyou was indeed in a low mood these days.

The reason for the depression is not Mo Yan or Wenhao, but that his low-key application for an exchange student at the University of Leimapo in New Jersey was intercepted for no reason. Zheng Shuguang, who applied with him, successfully passed.

He has tried his best to arrange all the actions that need to be shown to Zheng Shuguang to do. Originally, I was lucky to gamble after submitting, but I didn't expect to be discovered by the minions arranged by my father.

He doesn't even have the ability to escape his father's control, how can he not be depressed?

Only when he thought that Mo Yan would soon return from Japan for further study, the depression in Wang Chengyou's heart faded.

The final exam ended in a mess, and other students either participated in volunteer teaching or research activities, or packed their bags and went home. Wang Chengyou was not interested in either, he fell on the top bunk, in addition to looking at his mobile phone, he also wanted to find a new way out.

The Moyan circle of friends who was placed at the top of him sent out the "little green snake", Wang Chengyou saw it for the first time, and studied the picture silently for a long time. When other people opened their mouths to ask "what is this", Wang Chengyou had basically come up with his own answer.

His answer is close to the truth. It's just that I can't confirm that this photo was taken by Mo Yan.

Posting an ambiguous circle of friends with pictures and no text is not in line with Mo Yan's consistent style. However, people are subject to change. Isn't it?

Like him and his dad.

When I was a child, my father was a smiling father who was often away from home.

When he grew up, his father became a father who looked at him coldly, and if he didn't speak, he would have to compare. Fortunately, he has a strong psychology, otherwise, the name "Zhifeng" may become a mountain that overwhelms him.

In adolescence, his rebellion was not obvious, mainly because his father directly saw him as a transparent person. It wasn't until his selling grades was unfortunately reported that his father found out that his son turned out to be a treasure son, with an IQ high enough to easily commit 2 crimes. He was re-examined and valued by his father.

In the first year of college, the relationship between father and son was the most harmonious.

Sophomore, also got along well. So much so that he thought he had a great father who was enlightened and fair. It wasn't until he inadvertently violated his father's bottom line that he realized that he, a tender ginger, was not Lao Jiang's opponent at all.

When he developed according to Lao Jiang's wishes, he was harmonious.

When his own wishes went against Lao Jiang's and chose to follow his wishes, Lao Jiang began to show his pungency.

He began to understand that in this war without the smoke of gunpowder, either the east wind will prevail over the west wind, or the west will prevail over the east wind. There is no such thing as mutual respect. Just as in a life of "advance or retreat", there is no such thing as "maintaining the status quo".

How to obey the old ginger?

That would be a bottomless pit. Arranged marriages, arranged positions, and dictated ways of doing things...... Wang Chengyou thought very clearly, even if it wasn't for Mo Yan, he had to fight to the end.

In the evening, when he was talking cautiously to Mo Yan, he suddenly received a food picture from Wenhao.

A person like Wenhao will not be bored enough to send him the next picture from the gallery, it is not enough to just shoot now, but I am afraid that there is a person sitting opposite him who excites him.

Wang Chengyou thought about it for a while, and he understood that it must be Mo Yan who was sitting opposite the writer at the moment and had lunch with the writer. Mo Yan's hesitation confirmed his conjecture.

At that moment, he thought that he could overturn the vinegar jar, be jealous and occupy the moral high ground and accuse Mo Yan of betraying him; He can also be light-hearted and tolerant, and smile at it.

Thinking that it would be useless to knock over the vinegar jar, he chose the latter.

I thought that this was the end of the matter, but I didn't expect that two hours later, there would be a sequel.

At 12:38 a.m., Wang Chengyou, who was so depressed that he couldn't sleep, received a private message from a writer.

The same is a photo.

Pressed under the body, on the side of the * room in the shape of a full circle and 2 arcs, a small green is enchanting on the pale skin...... Wang Chengyou sat up slowly, turned on the bedside lamp, and his two eyes swept over the picture like a scanner. Then, he went through Mo Yan's WeChat and tried to find the photos posted in Mo Yan's circle of friends. Without him, he is just unwilling to believe it.

What really defeated Wang Chengyou and made him feel helpless was that Mo Yan deleted the photo!

His suspicions can no longer be confirmed.

There is no other option than to believe. Otherwise, it is self-deception.

Zheng Shuguang, who was diagonally opposite the bed, was disturbed by the light, turned over, and made a few ominous sounds. Wang Chengyou glanced back at Zheng Shuguang, silently turned off the lamp, and lay down quietly.

Night...... In fact, it is not as dark as imagined.

Wang Chengyou's eyes were slightly reflective because they were wet.