Unlike other people's heartless laughter, the writer has a deep gaze.

The time when his eyes staggered was only for a moment, because Wang Chengyou kept spinning in circles, and Mo Yan also turned his gaze. But that glimpse was thrilling enough.

As if discovering a secret, Mo Yan suddenly realized at that glance that the writer really loved her.

"Put me down!" Mo Yan said hurriedly. There was panic in his voice.

Wang Chengyou thought that his reckless behavior scared her, and hurriedly let her go according to his words. After putting it down, he hugged her with love, ready to give him an affectionate kiss, but Mo Yan refused. Mo Yan sighed briefly: "Let's go." ”

Wang Chengyou still wants to show his affection for a while, he knows that the writer must be able to see it, but Mo Yan is not in a good mood, and it is more important to take care of Mo Yan. Wang Chengyou followed her words, took her hand, looked back at Mo Yan beside him step by step, and walked out of the office with her.

After Wang Chengyou and Mo Yan left, the restless office slowly calmed down.

Xu Qinglai pulled the writer for the third time, and the writer came out of the running spirit. He pursed his lips and smiled at Xu Qinglai, and walked with her to the work window for the marriage certificate.

Compared with two years ago, Xu Qinglai has changed a lot. Back then, she was synonymous with arrogance, but now, her arrogance has completely dissipated. For Xu Qinglai, without arrogance, there is no vitality. She is more like a beautiful vase, hollow and thin in soul.

In fact, for the writer, she was indeed married home by him as a vase.

Do you still remember the small front desk of the writer's Sifa Group? The little girl who often secretly professes to be a messenger of justice. Like Mo Yan, she has a pair of wet and beautiful eyes.

After the snowy night, Wenhao was sick for half a month, and finally got the doctor's ban before Mo Yan started school. He drove late at night to Mo Yan's community, and wanted to mourn the lost love of his lost youth alone, but he was bumped into by Wang Chengyou.

After fleeing in a hurry, frustration haunted the writer for two months. During this period, he almost forgot that there was a person named Xu Qinglai in the world. During that time, Xu Qinglai was obsessed with joining forces with her underground husband to start a business.

In those two months, the small front desk occasionally appeared in front of the writer because of work, and most of the writers went downstairs for a meeting, and the front desk stood up, bowed to him and said, "The soup is always good." ”

The voice of the small front desk was crisp. The writer seemed to hear Mo Yan's voice six years ago.

The ghost makes the gods send, and the writer suddenly has an idea to simply marry the little front desk home.

At that time, he no longer had the heart to fall in love, and just wanted to end his single state. He thought that with his identity and status, as long as he stretched out an olive branch to the small front desk, the small front desk would only kneel and lick.

Unbeknownst to him, the small front desk rejected him.

The little front desk looked him directly into the eyes, and the young man's face was straight: "You don't love me, why did you propose to me?" ”

He looked at the small front desk: "You are like the person I love." ”

Little front desk: "You go after her." In any way you can, even if you lose your reputation, your status, your life. ”

He smiled wryly. Laughing at the small front desk is young in the end, full of unrealistic ideas. Reputation, status, and life can be lost if you want to.

The little front desk showed yearning on his face: "If one day I fall in love with someone, I will definitely fight for it." ”

The writer turned and left. He didn't know how to work hard to be accepted by Mo Yan. It's useless to think about this question, Mo Yan should never forgive him.

Following the cruel refusal of the small front desk, it was he who rejected Chen Yingduo.

Chen Yingduo, who worked as an art teaching assistant at his stepmother's place, found him — almost two months after the small front desk rejected him, and by that time, Xu Qinglai and Cao Junjie's underground marriage relationship had come to an end — she blushed and finally held back the phrase "I'm in love with you."

The writer shook his head.

No, no, he can't be with Chen Yingduo, that's a punishment he can't afford. Chen Yingduo's kinship with Mo Yan will make him think of Mo Yan every minute, think of that snowy night, and think of his shameless behavior......

Facing the shaking of the writer's head, Chen Yingduo, who was already inferior, covered his face and cried and ran away. The writer was not in the mood to chase after her, so he followed her.

At that time, Xu Qinglai and Cao Junjie had just broken off and regained their freedom.

Xu Qinglai regretted that he had broken off contact with Wenhao in the past four or five months. By chance, she reconnected with him. Unexpectedly, the writer ignored his previous suspicions and immediately agreed to the invitation to go to her for dinner.

When we met, it felt like the two had never been in touch for four or five months.

Day after day, the two began a stable pattern of dating and eating.

The return of Xu Qinglai made the writer even more satisfied. She became low-key and introverted - at that time, the writer did not put his mind on Xu Qinglai, so he did not realize that Xu Qinglai had only become restrained, not introverted.

Introverted people will give birth to a unique temperament.

And the convergence is just because of the lack of confidence.

Xu Qinglai didn't dare to urge marriage, she knew that her remarriage would be a second marriage. She didn't dare to openly break off her tepid date with Wenhao, which would provoke her father to investigate what she had done to make Wenhao angry...... She began to regret it, feeling that it was really stupid and reckless to register her marriage in the first place.

However, what's the use of regretting.

Now, she lives only cautiously, like a frightened bird.

After eating with Wenhao for a year honestly, the relationship between the two finally made a breakthrough on a rainy night. Afterwards, the writer smoked one cigarette after another. Xu Qinglai was extremely sleepy, and he didn't dare to sleep. She thought that the writer was regretting that he did not see popularity.

The writer simply remembered a snowy night more than a year ago.

After that, the writer began to mention marriage.

Every time Xu Qinglai listened, he would shed tears. She held Wenhao's hand, wept and nodded. The writer didn't understand why she reacted this way.

The parents of both sides met as future in-laws.

The day is set.

The hotel is set.

The invitation was posted.

The fortune teller pleased, and the good time was auspicious.

Mr. said that it is suitable to obtain the certificate in advance on a certain day and time in a certain month.

When he was about to get the household registration book, Xu Qinglai pounced and knelt in front of the writer. If she doesn't say anything at this time, tomorrow if the writer finds out on the spot and accuses her in public, it will become a scandal in the whole city.

Xu Qinglai cried and confessed everything to Wenhao. After hearing this, the writer had the clearest idea among the many ideas: no wonder she cried at the mention of marriage. It turns out that there is such an unspeakable hidden.

Thinking that Wenhao would be furious, she couldn't help but tremble when his hand landed on her head. She had the misfortune to experience a violent incident. It's been a long time, when she was still in college, and she didn't know people well, and she met a good-looking neurotic boy.

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