"Going abroad?"

"You've got a passport!"

"But I don't have a visa."

"Jeju Island can be visa-on-arrival."

The eyes of the three people were focused on Mo Yan, Mo Yan was remorseful, she shouldn't have said that she didn't have a visa, and she didn't know that they went to Jeju Island!

For a moment, the atmosphere in the car was a little stagnant.

"Tie it up!" Wan Ting was the first to scream, and scratched Mo Yan with her hands and feet, "You are so cute, people want you to accompany me." Let's go. It is a UNESCO World Natural Heritage Site. Anyway, if you go today and come back the day after tomorrow, it won't take you much time. ”

Mo Yan was extremely embarrassed.

It sounds like Wan Ting knows her very well. She was sincerely frightened, and couldn't help but cast her eyes on the writer for help.

Under her gaze, the writer had to speak: "Wan Ting......"

Before he could speak, he was glared at fiercely by Wan Ting: "Shut up!" Don't be duplicitous, you ask yourself, don't you want her to go with you? ”

The writer faced Mo Yan: "I want you to go with me." Mo Yan was caught off guard when he heard it.

"Let's go together. Hurry up and call the secretary and book a ticket. ”

Wenhao covered his forehead with one hand, revealing a smile that couldn't tell whether it was a bitter smile or a sweet smile: "With friends like you, Mo Yan can't hate me to death." ”

Mo Yan was not very flustered, after all, the passport was pressed deep in the drawer of her left hand in the bedroom.

"Promise me, okay?" In terms of coquettishness, Wan Ting is called second, and no one dares to call it first.

Mo Yan faced Wan Ting, and he really couldn't say anything to refuse. The only thing she was sure of was that she didn't have her passport with her, and even if they did it, they couldn't do it, so she only smiled and didn't answer.

Wan Ting hooked up, wanted to drill from the back of the car to the front, and put her hands up and down Mo Yan's body, giggling and scratching Mo Yan's itch. Mo Yan smiled and hid, and was so scratched that he really had no choice, so he had to let go and said: "My passport has never been used since it was issued, and I don't remember where I put it." ”

Wan Ting snorted: "That's not a problem. I have a friend—"

Shiyun coughed, and Wan Ting stopped her voice.

"How about you have a friend?" Mo Yan asked.

"She's a witch, she can pinch and count!" Wan Ting lowered her voice.

Mo Yan couldn't help laughing. Removing the arrogance of the eldest lady, Huanting is actually quite cute.

"You don't believe me?"

Mo Yan shook his head, immediately changed his mind, and nodded again: "Believe, believe, I believe." The tone is clearly perfunctory.

Wan Ting stubbornly went up, and slapped the shoulder of the writer who was watching the excitement: "Drive, go to the airport." ”

The writer drove the car and drove it onto the road.

As of now, Mo Yan's heart is still as calm as a deep pool.

When she was fetching food, she looked at the trunk of Wenhao's car, which was empty, four people, none of them had luggage around, and Wan Ting only carried a bag that couldn't be thinner and decorated.

The car was speeding on the road, and Wan Ting talked to Mo Yan about her witch friend, and she talked about it very quickly, patting Shi Yun's arm, and insisting that Shi Yun and Mo Yan change seats.

"Don't make a fuss, the car is on the road." Shi Yun tried to persuade Wan Ting.

"Mo Yan, you go to the back first, and then, Shiyun, you go over." Wan Ting commanded.

"No, I can't. Dangerous. The writer stopped.

The voice of the writer was not loud, and it sounded quite soft, so Wan Ting immediately obeyed obediently and stopped commanding. She then leaned between the two seats in the front row and told Mo Yan about the witch's many great achievements.

For example, pinching your fingers, you can deduce that your roommate lost the car keys for 2 days and couldn't find them.

For example, just looking at your face can tell that your bad luck is coming in three days without you saying a word.

Such as......

"Sounds like your college classmates?" Mo Yan interjected.

"It's not a university. It was two years ago when I went to a girls' school in Europe for further study in art; It's not a classmate, it's a shopkeeper who sells crystal balls near the school. She really has gypsy blood. ”

"Further study in the arts? What are you majoring in? ”

"Jewelry design."

"Yes. Coincidentally, one of my current roommates is also studying jewelry design. ”

"Oh, I'm not interested in meeting you. Because I was a mess, I didn't officially graduate at all. I had no choice but to get it, and if it hadn't been for my prince who rescued me with his engagement ring, I'd still be locked up in that damn girls' school. ”

This passage contains a huge amount of information, because Shi Yun's face is as calm as water, because the writer's face is as calm as water, and Mo Yan is as keen and good at reasoning and association as Wang Chengyou, so he missed the deep plot related to the writer in vain.

There was Wan Ting's voice and chatter, the car kept driving out for more than an hour, always on the highway, Mo Yan felt that something was wrong: "Wenhao, where are you going?" ”

"Pudong International Airport." The writer was extremely innocent.

"You're stupid, you take Wanting's jokes seriously!" Mo Yan shouted.

"Wan Ting, are you kidding?" The writer asked Wan Ting. The speed of the car has not decreased.

"Who said I was watching a joke? Along the way, every word of mine, every word in my words, is really true! Wan Ting stared at Wen Hao's eyes in the inner mirror and said.

The writer didn't look at her, and his face was still calm and calm.

Mo Yan panicked at this time: "Wan Ting, I just accompanied you on the plane, and when you landed, I returned the same way, what's the point?" She wanted to try to persuade the eldest lady in front of her, who still didn't seem to have normal brain circuits.

"If you can't get to the ground, we'll all come back with you. It's always okay, right? ”

"Wan Ting—"

"Shut up!" Wan Ting is fierce.

Although Wenhao didn't speak, he accelerated suddenly, and the car rushed out, even overtaking several cars. Even Shi Yun, who had been silent and smiling, felt that the writer was angry. Why get angry? Just because his wife murdered Mo Yan?

Shi Yun pulled Wan Ting, and Wan Ting broke away: "What are you afraid of!" Isn't it just going too fast? It's a big deal, everyone will die together! ”

The smile on Mo Yan's face couldn't be disguised. She now basically concluded that this eldest lady was still not normal in her mind.

"Writer." Mo Yan turned towards Wenhao, and just as he spoke, Wenhao's mobile phone rang. He picked up his phone and said he got it. The phone hung up, and Mo Yan himself didn't bother to speak again - the terminal of Pudong International Airport was already in sight.

What can rich children become? Mo Yan can be regarded as insightful.

The ticket is done in three minutes.

I didn't have a passport, I didn't have an ID card, I issued a temporary identification card, changed my boarding pass and got on the plane.

"Didn't you remember that you didn't have any luggage?" Mo Yan was sideways and was pushed away by Wan Ting.

"Luggage is nothing. Just have a card. ”

"Have you ever thought I don't have a passport?"

"I'll just fax you a copy when I land."

"Passports can also be faxed?"

"You don't care about this, just keep you in the country."