In that moment, everything happened very quickly.

Mo Yan screamed, and she didn't even have time to say "don't" before Wang Chengyou's fist smashed into Wenhao's face.

For Wang Chengyou, the moment he clenched his fist, his heart swelled with anger, and when he raised his fist, the sea of anger in his heart surged, and when he swung it at the writer...... I already secretly regret it. The corners of the writer's mouth are pursed, and it is clearly the smile of the old hunter who likes to see his prey fall into the trap.

Bad - cake. He shouted in his heart, however, since inertia made it impossible to stop his fist, he simply enjoyed this critical hit.

The moment Wenhao was grabbed in the chest, he knew that he would inevitably be punched under Wang Chengyou's impulse. He chose to open his eyes, take a good look, and record this glorious scene.

To this day, he had never shaken or eaten a fist for a girl. Thinking that one day in the future, he and Mo Yan were sitting on the terrace watching the sunset, with cold champagne on the small coffee table by the rattan chair, he and Mo Yan leisurely clinked glasses, and then he gently talked about the matter of him eating fists for her...... What a romantic thing!

The imagination made him forget to avoid the risk, and his left cheek was firmly punched, and the pain instantly burned to the ground.

The writer reflexively covered his face and gasped to relieve the pain.

Hurt. It fucking hurts.

The fantasy scene of drinking champagne and watching the sunset shattered in Wang Chengyou's punch.

In his ears was Mo Yan's scream and the slender hand that followed: "Wenhao, does it matter?" Let me see. ”

Wen Hao let go of the hand covering his cheek, and he easily saw Mo Yan's distress, anxiety and anger...... He peeked at Wang Chengyou. The victorious general just now has now become a restless child who has made mistakes and is waiting for punishment.

Victory or defeat, how can you only look at the appearance?!

Thinking of this, the writer couldn't help but feel a little proud. Hmph, wait and regret it. This punch is of great significance, which is equivalent to kicking off some kind of prelude. At the beginning of the overture, the little kid has used his own impulses to put himself in a passive position perfectly.

In a short moment, the curtain came to an end.

The triangular figure fell into a brief silence.

Mo Yan examined Wenhao's face injury, the corners of his eyes were already blue, and several subcutaneous capillaries on his cheeks were broken, which looked shocking. Later, it will definitely turn blue and purple in a large area, and it is pitiful that he will have to go to the company...... The more I thought about it, the more angry I became for Wenhao.

"Wang Chengyou! You've gone too far! You apologize to the writer! ”

Wang Chengyou snorted.

"Xiao Yan, forget it." The writer covered half of his face and made a reasonable gesture.

"Wang Chengyou, you must apologize!" Mo Yan raised his voice.

"Yes, I'm sorry Brother Hao, I was too impulsive."

The writer was stunned. Don't, he's not mentally prepared yet, he hasn't fully enjoyed the fruits of victory, please you have a little bit of a young master's ambition, why do you apologize so quickly!

Alas, with your apology, don't I have to cooperate with you against my will?

"It doesn't matter. Misunderstanding, not worth mentioning. "The writer is generous against his will.

Although Wenhao personally admitted to forgiving Wang Chengyou, Mo Yan still didn't have a good face for Wang Chengyou, and in her anger, she pushed Wang Chengyou in the chest.

It was a push without the slightest threat, and Wang Chengyou took a step back quite face-saving, just because he was afraid that Mo Yan would feel that there was no sense of accomplishment in pushing him without moving.

"Wenhao, you wait for me to come down, and I'll send you."

Mo Yan pulled his suitcase and went back to the bedroom.

Wang Chengyou felt sorry for her to drag such a big box. He had found a free coolie for her. However, after waiting for him for 5 hours, the free coolie finally ran out of patience and rode his bicycle by himself.

Wang Chengyou didn't bother to watch him raise his legs on the spot, zama steps, push-ups, sit-ups, and make endless noise like a professional ADHD child.

Originally, I thought that the coolie would leave, but when Mo Yan came, the two of them were downstairs first, and by the way, they called the coolie and waited for him to carry his luggage.

I never thought that there would be such an accident as a writer.

was distressed, Li Xinran rushed out of the building.

Li Xinran looked at Wang Chengyou, and after a short stay, he turned around and helped Mo Yan drag the box upstairs and go back to the bedroom.

Wang Chengyou was relieved.

"I really shouldn't have beaten you in front of Mo Yan today." Wang Chengyou said sincerely. However, it sounds more like introspection than an apology.

The writer glanced at Wang Chengyou. Mo Yan is not there, he is too lazy to talk to Xiao Young.

"You're happy that I'm on your way, aren't you?" Wang Chengyou looked at the writer in the same way. The eyes of both of them moved to the corners of their eyes and looked at each other with disdain.

"Mo, Yan, yes, I, of." The writer became naughty, covered half of his face with his hand, and suddenly spoke to Wang Chengyou.

"What did you say?"

"Mo, Yan, yes, I, of."

Wang Chengyou looked away: "How can a smart person fall twice in the same place?" Put away your ghost tricks, I know Mo Yan is coming down. ”

Before Wang Chengyou finished speaking, Mo Yan's figure had already appeared at the corner of the stairs. Within 5 seconds, Mo Yan ran out of the lobby of the women's dormitory and appeared in the sight of the two.

"You see, once I stay calm, you're no match for me at all. I saw through you in minutes. Wang Chengyou did not forget to seize the last opportunity to show off and demonstrate to the writer.

"What are you talking about?" Mo Yan, who came to the two of them, asked nervously. She saw the two of them talking from inside the lobby, and when she arrived, they stopped.

"We're saying, it's eight o'clock, and it's not dark yet." Wang Chengyou looked around and replied.

Mo Yan shifted his skeptical gaze to the writer.

"Yes, it's the season to see the sunset." The writer looked up at the sky and said.

Mo Yan glanced at the two of them with strange eyes and didn't say anything.

Mo Yan personally sent Wenhao to the parking lot near the women's dormitory, where there was a driver waiting for him. Wang Chengyou originally followed very closely, but after Mo Yan looked at him with disgust, he quickly consciously felt five steps behind and followed not far behind.

knew that Wenhao would not simply sit in the car and walk, he was really at the door of the car, covering his face and talking to Mo Yan.

Predicting this scene does not mean that you can accept this scene calmly. Wang Chengyou looked away from them, not wanting his calm to be disturbed.

But it was only a second off, and he quickly looked back.

No, he'll have to keep an eye on it. There is no reason.

The surname Wen is finally gone, the sky has already darkened, and the street lamps that have been lit up a long time ago emit a soft halo after the daylight fades, finally showing a sense of existence.

Wang Chengyou looked over affectionately, trying to collide with his eyes, however, Mo Yan's anger did not subside, and he glared at him angrily, which made his affectionate gaze feel deeply frustrated.

Mo Yan looked at him coldly and walked past him as if he were invisible.

Wang Chengyou alertly hooked Mo Yan's little hand.