Looking at Mo Yan's attitude now, I am afraid that my previous efforts will be wasted.

Wenhao felt that perhaps, the time had come for him to really spend his money.

The aunt was slightly surprised that Mo Yan had brought a man into the house, at least on the surface. Of course, I wasn't too surprised. What really surprised my aunt was Mo Yan's face.

How much disgust it takes to make it so obvious.

Chinese New Year's Eve dinner for 4 people. Aunt, Mo Yan, Wenhao and Xingchen.

My aunt suggested that everyone have a wholehearted dinner, that is, hand over all their mobile phones, eat carefully and concentrate on chatting.

Mo Yan and Wen Haoke did as they pleased, and only Xingchen pretended to congratulate the fans of the fan support group to congratulate the New Year, picked up the mobile phone, took a silent photo, and passed it to Wang Chengyou.

When Wang Chengyou raised his glass and wished his family a "Happy New Year", Xingchen's picture information broke in, and after Wang Chengyou sat down, he opened his mobile phone with a smile, and his smile suddenly froze on his face.

"Seiyou?"

"Thank you!"

Mi Zhi made three consecutive noises before he woke up the distracted Chengyou. She glared at her son with reproachful eyes, and Wang Chengyou suddenly found that he couldn't find a mood called "happy". If you have to laugh now, you can only fake a smile, and you can't laugh at it.

After "Congratulations to the support fans on the New Year", Xingchen handed over the mobile phone to the housekeeper with great joy and satisfaction. After the housekeeper reminded Xingchen to turn off the phone, he used a small white bamboo basket to pick up the mobile phone and put it on the sideboard.

Without the interference of mobile phones, this meal was very distracting.

Except, of course, Mo Yan.

"Poofhaha, Xiaoyan, I'm sorry, you look like an angry bag, is it that the writer has made you unhappy? Why did you pick him up like this? Aunt teased Mo Yan while helping Mo Yan make soup.

Mo Yan tried to raise the corners of his mouth, and denied it insincerely: "No." ”

"And said no. I can see it all. "The stars fanned the flames.

"Wenhao, give you a chance to avenge your grievances, and we will help you decide." The aunt handed another bowl of soup to Wenhao. She is an extremely self-disciplined person, and even if it is a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, she does not plan to make an exception. The best option for a self-disciplined person who sits at the table is to take care of others instead of eating themselves.

The writer glanced at Mo Yan, that glance was very complicated, but there was undoubtedly love in it. I can't hide it from the stars, and I can't hide it from my aunt.

After reading Mo Yan, he gently wiped the corners of his mouth with a white cotton napkin, Wang Chengyou raised his head and smiled at his aunt: "It's me who didn't do well and made Xiaoyan unhappy, on the way back, I will explain to her." ”

Aunt sneered, wanting to make fun of Wenhao again, seeing that Mo Yan's face was really stinky, and thinking, since she wanted to win over Mo Yan, it would be better to stand in line with Mo Yan, so she was too lazy to make a wedding dress for Wenhao, even if this topic was revealed.

The Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, which was only about food and drink, ended at 8:30 p.m. At 9 o'clock, the housekeeper drove to send Wenhao and Mo Yan to the high-speed rail station.

Mo Yan stood at the door and hugged his aunt goodbye, and Xingchen lined up. After letting go of his aunt, Mo Yan was about to turn around and leave, but he was suddenly pulled by Xingchen and wrapped in his arms.

Xingchen hugged Mo Yan tightly, took a long breath at the back of her ear, and then, without waiting for Mo Yan to react, quickly let go of Mo Yan, and said with a smile: "I sucked your unhappiness away, you have to be happy to spend the New Year." ”

Mo Yan resigned for a while, only patted Xingchen's shoulder, pursed his lips, and smiled.

"Goodbye, Sister Xiaoyan." Xingchen walked out of his aunt's house and sent him to the elevator, "After the housekeeper sends you back, I will go to have a second Chinese New Year's Eve dinner with Brother Zhang." ”

The aunt crossed her arms, leaned against the door frame, and waved at Mo Yan and them a little lonely.

The elevator doors slammed shut.

On the alloy elevator door, three faces are reflected. Two looked straight ahead, and one secretly looked at Mo Yan.

Going out to the high-speed rail station at 9 o'clock, the time is very tight, and the bet is that there is less traffic on Chinese New Year's Eve. Luckily, the bet was right.

Snow elves were dancing in the sky. Street lamps flew by.

Snowy nights, street lights, and warm car interiors are romantic elements, but because the person sitting next to him is not the right person, Mo Yan chooses to close the door of his heart.

On the way to the high-speed rail station, it was as silent as when I came.

At 10 o'clock, arrive at the station.

At half past ten, not a minute was wasted, as soon as they stepped into the car with their front feet, they closed the door with their back feet.

Even the ticket inspectors admired their calmness.

For writers, it's not a big deal to be late, perhaps, it's better to be late.

For Mo Yan...... Oh my God, she instinctively trusted him and forgot to think about what to do if she couldn't catch the car!

Sitting in the connected position, Mo Yan wanted to say several times, anyway, there are not many people, and there are empty seats, please sit elsewhere, okay? After thinking about it, he seemed to be going to say something to dissect himself, so he couldn't help but say nothing.

Mo Yan sat by the window, as long as there was a light halo, he could see the snow flying under the light.

Sit down, with the slight movement of the body, Mo Yan turned on the mobile phone.

Missed calls during the shutdown period will not be reminded unless there are relevant value-added services. Mo Yan naturally has not handled related value-added business, and Wang Chengyou's thoughts on the dozens of phone calls were in vain.

"Have you had a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner?"

"Isn't it time to go?"

"It's snowing in Beijing, so drive slower on the road."

"Did the security check go well?"

"Did you get in the car on time?"

With the boot on, Wang Chengyou's short messages fell into the mobile phone in a row.

Mo Yan's hand swiped over the news, and the expression on his face softened slightly. Hurriedly sent a message to report safety, and explained the shutdown of the phone during the meal.

"Are you alone?" Wang Chengyou asked her immediately after she reported the news of safety.

Mo Yan looked at the writer sitting beside her, not knowing how to answer. With his thumb hesitating, he heard the writer next to him say: "Xiao Yan, can you give me a period of time not to be disturbed like eating with my aunt?" ”

Mo Yan looked at the writer. The writer is extremely solemn.

just didn't know how to reply to Wang Chengyou - lying, she didn't want to; Admittedly, she didn't want to.

Mo Yan stuffed his phone into the bag he carried with him, and folded his hands in front of his knees. Although he didn't look at the writer, he obviously agreed to him.

The writer said: "Thank you." ”

"The reason why I begged Aunt Mo to come to Beijing to pick you up for her is because I have something I want to discuss with you. I'm so busy, I don't know when I'll be able to find time, and I have a new girlfriend, and my mood is a little complicated, and there are several reasons that make me want to take a break from life, so I recommended myself to run this trip. ”

Mo Yan couldn't help but turn his head in surprise. The writer looked solemn, not like a joke.

What did he say? Got a new girlfriend?

Mo Yan couldn't help but smile twice: "Do you have a photo of your girlfriend?" ”