Wenhao didn't speak, just took the plate in Mo Yan's hand, turned around and sent the plate back to the restaurant.

It didn't take long for the writer to walk out of the bustling crowd and come to Mo Yan's side.

For a moment, the two walked forward side by side, neither of them spoke.

"He's back, isn't he?" After a pause, the writer asked coldly.

Mo Yan's head was already slightly lower, but it was even lower at the moment.

"He was there with you this morning when I called you and turned off your phone?"

Mo Yan didn't speak.

"Even, he was in your room when I knocked on your door?"

Mo Yan wrung his fingers.

"Answer me. I need you to be honest with me. There was a certain resoluteness in the writer's voice.

Mo Yan seemed to finally muster up his courage and raised his eyes to Shang Wenhao: "Yes." ”

A short word, a gentle answer, listening to the ears of the writer, is nothing less than thunder.

Soon, the writer calmed down.

The accident was short-lived, he had long known that Wang Chengyou would be discharged from the army in early September, but he didn't expect him to find Mo Yan so quickly.

Wenhao laughed dryly: "I still have to grow a lot when he has been honing outside for two years, how can he still be a little child?" He and I are also fellow countrymen, old friends, why don't you want to see me? What did he say? Is there some misunderstanding in the middle? ”

The writer's concern was just that he was afraid that Wang Chengyou would break the news to Mo Yan and say what he had done to him two years ago.

Mo Yan smiled reluctantly: "I didn't say anything." When he returned, he didn't match what I expected. Maybe...... It's just that you came too suddenly, and he didn't come out to see you because of a momentary surprise. ”

In the writer's mind, the flattened kun bag flashed, and his eyes darkened.

There was nothing to do in the afternoon, and because lunch was sloppy, the writer suggested finding a new place to eat and make up for lunch.

Mo Yan had no appetite, afraid that rejecting the writer at this juncture would make the writer more hearty, so he nodded and agreed.

"Do you want to call him and have a light meal?" The writer made a generous appearance.

Mo Yan laughed bitterly and said to Wenhao: "Don't." ”

Seeing that Mo Yan's eyebrows were not full of joy, she guessed that "he who came back did not match what I expected" in her mouth was not perfunctory. In that case, he didn't pretend to be positive. Let's see.

In the afternoon, the writer swept away the excitement of the morning and became gentle and considerate.

He took care of her to get into the car, helped her get out of the car, helped her pull up a chair, took off his suit and put it on Mo Yan's shoulders, and insisted on changing seats so that Mo Yan could avoid the air conditioning vents during lunch...... When he did all this, he did it silently, and it came naturally.

Mo Yan enjoyed the care of the writer in a complicated mood, and thought to himself, habit is really a terrible monster.

After lunch, Wenhao proposed to go to the movies.

For the same reason, Mo Yan readily agreed.

The two of them casually bought two nearest tickets and entered the screening room. At that time, the headlights in the theater had been turned off, the door was closed behind him, and it was suddenly dark in front of him, and the writer lost no time in holding Mo Yan's hand.

Mo Yan struggled slightly, but was held tighter by Wenhao.

There was a sudden stumble under his feet, which was caused by the steps that Mo Yan had not noticed. The writer simply held her shoulder with his other hand.

Mo Yan's heart sank.

If you want to trace her current relationship with the writer, it just started two years ago.

At that time, Wang Chengyou left coldly, Mo Yan couldn't help himself with grief, and often regretted it, feeling that if he could obey Wang Chengyou's request, he would not go to Japan for further study; Or, when he went to find Wang Chengyou, if he could hold on a little longer, maybe he would have come downstairs to see her.

Although it is not to the point of not wanting to eat, it is true that you can't sleep at night.

She was not fat in the first place, but she was so thin that her sternum was exposed.

She had a cold in the autumn of that year, and she had been suffering for a month.

Even she realized that she was in a slow meltdown...... It feels like holding fine sand in your hand, and the more you try to grasp it, the more you can't grasp it.

She also wanted to cheer up, but couldn't.

The most anxious and sad day was when Wenhao accompanied her.

Wenhao told her about the complicated parent-child relationship of a wealthy family, told her about the seemingly free but unfree life of the rich second generation, told her that if she didn't love herself, there would be no one to love, told her that compromise without understanding and respect was worthless, and told her that every step of her choice was extremely correct......

Regardless of whether the writer was sincere or false, what he said to Mo Yan began to take effect two months later.

Little by little, Mo Yan healed from his injuries, at least on the surface.

Since then, the writer has gone deeper into Mo Yan's life.

He instructed her to manage the company, accompanied her on business trips to see projects, shared her joys and sorrows, and encouraged her to expand her territory.

After Mr. Fan, the big page interior space has added a god-level interior space design master. Maybe only Wenhao and Mr. Fan know how difficult it is to pry into the corner.

As his career unfolded smoothly, Mo Yan's self-confidence was greatly replenished.

She began to feel from the bottom of her heart that Wang Chengyou had done too inauthentic in the matter of leaving.

However, she was not prepared to be angry with him. She just wanted to renew her relationship with him.

It's a pity that Wang Chengyou, who left, didn't give her this opportunity.

The writer took this opportunity to further consolidate his position in Mo Yan's life.

When Wenhao accompanied Mo Yan on a business trip, everywhere he went, Party A, who was in charge of reception, thought that Wenhao was Mo Yan's boyfriend.

At the beginning, Mo Yan actively explained, but after a long time, he didn't bother to explain. After a long time, Mo Yan will inevitably be in a trance, and some can't tell whether they are pretending or have made the fake come true.

2 years and 2 months.

790 days.

18960 hours.

The second hand clicks and clicks 1,137,600 times on the dial.

When looking back, it's always easy to feel that time flies. When it takes a second to suffer, how long.

In the 1,137,600 seconds when he couldn't get the slightest news from Wang Chengyou, Mo Yan began to believe that Wang Chengyou either left with hatred, or he had actually given up in his heart but pretended to be benevolent and perfunctory with a seemingly affectionate letter.

Love that doesn't get a response is especially precipitating.

Just when Mo Yan was thinking about starting a graduate school and starting a new life, Wang Chengyou came back!

The moment the fawn rammed into each other, everything became clear.

She loved him as seriously and stubbornly as she had done at the beginning!

This is too different from her rational cognition, so that the report is full of loopholes.

To Mo Yan's relief, the writer's attitude towards Wang Chengyou's return was very stable, and there was no jealousy between his words.

Between the three people, whether it is a single choice question or a mutual choice question, only time is left to it.

After the movie, it's dinner time.

Wenhao said in a hearty tone that he wanted to take Mo Yan to eat Japanese food, and Mo Yan agreed.

The writer seemed to be very happy, but his heart was undoubtedly bleeding. Today's Mo Yan is unusually obedient. This is unusual, tracing back to its origins, because of Wang Chengyou.

He preferred her to do the usual, and he made ten requests, and she ruthlessly denied eight.

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