He was going to tell her why he couldn't give her an explanation.

Sitting at the desk, holding the pen in his hand, he wrote down the five words "Dear Mo Yan", and the past came back to his mind like a mountain, and his heart twitched instantly.

How was he going to talk to her?

Say I don't mind the tattoo on your chest and the way the tattoo is exposed?

Say I don't mind that you once stepped on two boats, don't mind that you cheated during your relationship, and don't mind that even if you return to China, you still ignore him and sleep with the writer?

Wang Chengyou sighed heavily and covered his eyes.

What's worse is that these words that sound like irony are not ironic, but they really don't mind.

It's not that I don't mind, but I haven't been calm for two years, and I don't mind from the bottom of my heart.

But he had no way to say it to Mo Yan, he was afraid that Mo Yan would know that he knew, he was afraid that if he said it, it would make Mo Yan feel embarrassed, and he was afraid that Mo Yan would suddenly feel guilty and would not face him again......

The hotel's three pieces of stationery have already been thrown into the trash, the phone to the front desk, the front desk sent more than half of the stationery, seeing that the trash can is about to be full, the letter, but not a full line.

No matter how worded, it's too sinister.

As soon as he thought of Mo Yan's appearance reading the letter, he couldn't help but shudder, and at the same time, the scales in his heart couldn't help tilting: he had decided to swallow the pain, and there was no need to regurgitate it to Mo Yan.

Don't say anything, don't say anything.

There is no need to lift the scar again, and the days can go on.

Like falling in love again, he doesn't believe that he can't catch up with Mo Yan!

The next day, the sun rose as usual.

Wang Chengyou came out of the hotel.

It's December, and it's rare that there is still such a bright sun in the magic capital.

The bright and gentle sun shines on the earth, and the warmth is everywhere, showing the great power of the sun. At this moment, Wang Chengyou is also full of confidence.

Wang Chengyou has Wang Chengyou's troubles, and the writer has the anxiety of the writer.

On Mo Yan's 100th day of graduate school, it seemed that the large-scale courtship planned by Wang Chengyou failed, but it put a lot of pressure on the writer.

He propped his hands on the table, his arms open, and his eyes wandered over the courier he had just opened—a table of deflated balloons. Every balloon is printed with a confession.

"Yan, I???? U, the golden river is sparkling, not as good as your face. ”

"Yan, I???? U, the bus that we took together on the way from school in the third year of high school, witnessing my love for you. ”

"Yan, I???? U, unforgettable, you and I were 'kidnapped' every minute and every second. ”

……

My eyes hurt.

The informant told him details on the phone, and the magic sound echoed through his head. It made him feel anxious and urgent. It's like fate is grabbing you by the throat.

For two months, he has been struggling.

Since Wang Chengyou returned from the army, Wenhao obviously felt that Mo Yan's attitude towards him had changed. She no longer received the care from him as naturally as she had before, and she became alienated from him.

This was a sign, meaning that Mo Yan was preparing to leave him.

The intimate relationship that he had built with great difficulty, seeing that he was estranged day by day, the writer could not bear it, but there was nothing he could do.

Especially Mo Yan cruelly confessed everything to him, telling him that she still loves Wang Chengyou!

A heart wanders on the edge of good and evil.

The writer tried to pull back the wandering heart, but for no reason a wave of anger rose in his heart.

"Wow-"

The angry writer whisked a table of balloons to the ground. Notebooks and pens were not spared.

The secretary outside the glass door heard an unusual noise, and came to the door as soon as possible. He hesitated for a moment, then quietly retreated.

The writer in the office gasped and loosened his tie.

After a few big breaths, he calmed down slightly.

Since Mo Yan agreed to accompany him on a trip, he has been numbing himself with busy work, telling himself that he is not afraid of being late for a good meal, and his current work is more important.

Now, it's time to put travel on the agenda.

Today's writers will never have high hopes for "changing a relationship through a trip". Once, he was full of enthusiasm and carefully planned a battle to sow discord. However, he hired all the human models, but the effect was almost none.

So, what is the significance of traveling with Mo Yan now?

For the answer to the call, the writer has never had the courage to face it.

Before you decide on your itinerary, let's go and meet Mo Yan first. The writer pinched the bridge of his nose and decided.

In the afternoon, two meetings were arranged, one was the financial annual report made by the financial department, and the other was the market research report conducted by the R&D department. The writers pushed them all away. After a brief call to the secretary, I drove straight to Shanghai.

Three hours later, Wenhao appeared in front of Mo Yan.

"Writer! There you are! Mo Yan's face was pleasantly surprised, his smile seemed to glow, and he walked quickly towards the writer sweetly and kindly.

The writer stood in the corridor outside the classroom, the jade tree was in the wind, with a graceful demeanor, and a unique masculine charm.

"Hmm." Wenhao quietly watched Mo Yan walk towards him, and sighed in his heart.

"I haven't seen you in over a month." Walking to the front, the two walked side by side to the flow of people downstairs.

"What have you been up to lately?" The writer spoke. I was thinking about the legendary love show scene from last night.

Mo Yan shrugged his shoulders and smiled bitterly: "I've been anxious lately. Wenhao, you know what? The corporate bonds issued by Group G failed to raise the corresponding funds on the dividend payment date and defaulted! At the beginning of September, I went to Yiwu to collect debts, and I knew that I was ruthless at that time, so I went directly to the lawyer's letter. Now that the G-G debt crisis has erupted, the situation is very unoptimistic. ”

The writer was impatient, and his heart was already frowning.

He's not here for this, and that's not what he wants to hear.

Mo Yan, who was unaware of the writer's emotions, still said devotedly: "I have checked the debt issuance of Group G, and in the next three months, there will be two corporate bonds with a cumulative amount of more than 5 billion yuan. Again, the odds of repayment are slim.

If the G Group could not find a company to support it in a short period of time, the situation would become unimaginable. The mortgage asset is a shopping mall with a very low occupancy rate, and this asset is seriously overvalued in the current market. I suspect that Group G will file for bankruptcy at that time, and the bankruptcy protection will be broken.

Unfortunately, the contract was stamped with the seal of the superior company under Group G. Once we enter liquidation and become insolvent, our project money will basically be wasted. ”

Wenhao has always liked Mo Yan to talk to him about work things, but today is an exception. On the contrary, he felt that what happened last night had happened, and Mo Yan was suspected of deliberately avoiding it when he came to work again.

"Xiao Yan?" The writer spoke, his expression was not ordinarily solemn.

"Hey." Mo Yan waited for the writer's guidance.

"Be my girlfriend and marry me, okay?"