Mo Yan smiled and turned the camera to himself.

What a real glimpse!

Young eyebrows and eyes, every cell is in the best state, clear and beautiful, with top healing effects, let Wang Chengyou take a look, and he will instantly eliminate the irritability of summer.

The camera flashed, and Wang Chengyou accidentally saw the person he didn't want to see: Wenhao!

But the writer's face is still looking at the angle of the camera. What does this mean? It shows that Wenhao has been peeking at his Mo Yan!

However, Wang Chengyou just silently added an extra sum to the small account book in his heart, and now is not the time to settle the account.

On the same day, Mo Yan took a souvenir that was more expensive than the gift he gave out, and walked out of the private club hosting the wedding with his mother. The two whispered and discussed the touching scene at the end - Xi Xi and Xiao Wenjie kept calling "Dad" and "Mom" like a repeater, Xi Xi's mother burst into tears from her eyes, holding a child in one hand, and behind her, stood the old Tang Zong with a straight back.

"Mo Yan!" Not long after walking out of the door of the clubhouse, a shout came from behind him.

You don't have to look back, just listen to the voice and know that it's a writer.

Mo Jielian dragged her daughter to stop and waited, and sure enough, Wenhao quickly caught up.

"I'll send you back."

The weather was very hot, and probably among the guests, the Mo family's mother and daughter were the only ones who did not have a car.

In view of the fact that the writer was very self-disciplined in his interaction with Mo Yan, and never made Mo Yan sad, Mo Yan did not dislike or reject the writer. Mo Jielian is even more not.

The weather was hot, and the dress was too tight, and I was sweating at every turn. Reality doesn't allow them to be too pretentious. What's more, Mo Jielian is so heartfelt and heroic.

"Okay, thank you." Mo Jielian is in charge.

The writer guided them to the place where they had parked.

"You must not have thought of this ending, right?" Mo Jielian asked Wenhao.

Wenhao smiled: "Actually, I thought of this possibility. My dad is a person who is rigorous in business. Very impulsive in love life. It is understandable that when you are frustrated by the most beautiful woman, you instinctively want to make a change and choose a simple mother.

What's more, when two people get married, they can settle the problem of the birth of two children with mud and confusion. ”

Mo Yan couldn't help but glance at Wenhao more. She originally thought that the writer actively guided Xi Xi to return in order to let Xiao Wenjie be expelled from home.

"Your father, will he change the legacy of his property because of his marriage to his mother?" After getting in the car, perhaps it was the enclosed small space that created a private atmosphere, or perhaps it was because she thought of Mrs. Wen, who was so happy that she expressed her gratitude for the stack of real estate certificates at home, Mo Jielian asked a relatively personal topic.

Wenhao did not avoid the detour: "My father, because he is too capable, does not really trust others. The will changes with the mood, which is also due to the character. The beneficiary of the current Will is me. It is also possible to become Wenjie in the future, or a professional manager he likes.

I used to covet that high position, and the older I get, the more I understand that there is a price to pay for sitting in that position.

It's more like you're working for thousands of people.

All day traveling, negotiating, having meetings, signing signs. Almost all of my energy and mind are spent on work. It is inevitable to neglect your family. I'm hesitating myself. ”

Mo Yan, who was sitting in the back seat, shrank back.

Just now, in the inner rearview mirror, Wenhao's heroic eyes seemed to look at her specifically.

Mo Jielian echoed. She is used to living an ordinary life, and she also disagrees with the desperate Saburo at work.

Ask Mrs. Wen about the renovation progress of the Xingcha shop, and the small topics will not stop all the way, and soon, the car will stop next to the small garden at the entrance of Wangjiadu Village.

Mo Jielian glanced out the window, a little embarrassed: "What, you don't know?" We moved to a new house. ”

"A new home?"

It turned out that the writer didn't know about his father's gift.

Mo Jielian reported the address of the writer's new home, and after arriving, she naturally invited the writer to visit.

Wenhao was full of praise for the new house, saying that his father really did a very right thing! Mo Jielian said that the soft decoration of the new home, large and small, is all configured by the mother. Wenhao was even more surprised: "My mother arranged it single-handedly? ”

"Yes, she used to do children's art training, and her aesthetics are absolutely professional." Mo Yan praised.

"Well, I guess it won't be long before her children's art training can start again. In less than three years, the strongest and largest children's art training institution in the city is hers. ”

Mo Yan was surprised: "Really? I didn't realize that my mother was so capable. ”

Wenhao and Mo Jielian laughed at the same time. Mo Jielian doted on her daughter: "Fool." You don't look at who is behind her. Mr. Tang casually gave some financial support, and the scale effect rose. ”

Mo Yan stuck out his tongue.

The three of them sat in the spacious, bright living room and chatted for a while, and then the writer got up and took his leave. Before leaving, the writer told Mo Jielian that he would soon be on a business trip to England for a month. Mo Jielian was stunned when she heard this, and immediately reacted, this was actually what she said to her daughter.

"Pay attention to personal safety abroad." Mo Jielian instructed.

Wenhao bowed respectfully, thanked him again for the hospitality, and helped Mo Jielian to the door.

The moment the door closed, he looked at Mo Yan behind Mo Jielian, and Mo Yan also saw the gaze he cast and finally removed the concealment.

The fiery glance made her distracted.

When I looked again, the door was closed.

"What a daze!" Mo Jielian turned around and patted her daughter who was stunned at the door.

Mo Yan hurriedly turned around: "No, it's nothing." ”

The next morning, as soon as Wang Chengyou met Mo Yan, he became her "confessing priest". He avoided the question of the writer for a long time, but this time, Mo Yan took the initiative to bring it up.

"That, that, Mr. Wen he, he ......" Mo Yan twisted his fingers, facing Wang Chengyou, looking around, but not looking at his eyes.

"I know. He likes you. Wang Chengyou answered steadily.

"Phew." Mo Yan patted his chest and let out a sigh of relief, this time he was finally willing to look into Wang Chengyou's eyes.

"He's said he likes me, and he's said who he likes is just a personal matter for him. It's true that he hasn't done anything that embarrasses me in my life, but I still get a little upset occasionally...... Why is that? ”

Wang Chengyou smiled: "It's because you haven't asked me for a case." Alright, alright, now that your future official boyfriend knows about it, you can have peace of mind. Your official boyfriend said: I am sincerely grateful to everyone of the same sex or the opposite sex who loves you. If you just like it silently in your heart, let him like it. ”

Mo Yan's hands were folded and pressed against his chest. Raising his eyes to look at Chengyou, his delicate red lips, and his smile made a beautiful arc: "Thank you." ”