Mo Yan watched Wan Ting happily running around among the tea bushes, and the driver who accompanied her willingly obeyed her and took photos of her and Shiyun in all kinds of poses she could imagine.

As for the writer, he stood dryly with Mu Mo Yan.

The green and red in winter is quite lively, but it is not as important as her sweetheart. The more time passed, the more uneasy she became. If you borrow the writer's mobile phone to call Wang Chengyou, I am afraid that it will become more and more unclear.

Wenhao turned his head and asked Mo Yan: "Is it cold?" ”

Mo Yan wrapped her slightly motorized black leather coat, wrapped the top of the rainbow-colored sweater dress tightly, and shook her head.

Wenhao raised his mobile phone and took a photo casually in front of him. Mo Yan glanced at it and saw that neither she nor the writer had entered the country, so he didn't care.

"I rarely post on Moments. However, it is rare to have such excitement in winter. ”

Mo Yan pursed his lips and smiled.

It is understandable that an abducted child with no luggage, no strategy, and no passport is not in a high mood.

"By the way, we need to go to the store once before we go back to the hotel."

Mo Yan nodded.

"Wan Ting doesn't know how long she has to play, do you want to go first? If you want, we'll go back first. ”

"Okay." Mo Yan blurted out.

Wenhao did not call a driver, but called a taxi after leaving the scenic spot. He said an address in Korean, and the driver drove away.

"Do you speak Korean?"

"Haha, I just learned the pronunciation of a few addresses in a targeted manner, and I can't say it. Before every business trip, my secretary would help me with my little homework on this. Let me tell you quietly, the pronunciation of the Korean I learned is marked with homophone characters. ”

"Your secretary is really interesting, is she still Qingfeng's secretary sister?"

"No, it's a big sister who is more than a decade older than me."

"Yes." Mo Yan's attention was attracted by Wenhao's chat, "Then she's now-"

"Forty-somethings. Married when he was young, and later divorced. In her words, she was born to work, and she loves her work so much that she really doesn't have the heart to share it with her lover. In order not to delay others, they divorced. ”

"There are still such legends in our hometown?"

"yes, yes. The first time I heard about it, I was surprised. Is work so much fun? ”

"Did you ask her?"

"Asked. She told me that work would never betray her. When she gives in her work, the work will inevitably reward her equally. Unlike the heart of a lover, elusive. ”

"It sounds like her divorce is an escape from her feelings."

Wen Hao pursed his lips and smiled bitterly: "I think so too." Think she's an emotional coward. However, on second thought: who is qualified to comment on right and wrong in just a few decades? She likes it, she has peace of mind, she has achieved her dream life, she is a hero. How many times, we are all living in division. ”

Mo Yan didn't speak again. She can't deeply understand the writer's feelings. She is in the process of trying to achieve her dream life, everything is full of hope for her, and she does not yet know what it feels like to be caught in the middle and unable to help herself.

After getting out of the taxi, Mo Yan found them standing in front of Lotte Supermarket.

Wenhao showed an apologetic smile: "I'm sorry, I can only take you to the supermarket to buy big road goods." ”

Super big Lotte supermarket, two people originally looked at it casually, the more they looked, the more they invested, touched this, looked at that, and before they knew it, the big shopping cart pushed by the writer was piled up with half a cart of snacks.

"Are we here for snacks?" Mo Yan smiled.

"Let's buy it back and try it, eat it ourselves, and give it away if it's not delicious." The writer also laughed.

The writer was very interested, took another photo of the shopping products in the middle of the car, and uploaded it to the circle of friends. Mo Yan looked at it, it was just food, no one.

She didn't see clearly that the bee and flower ring of Aji Beans on her little finger on the armrest of the shopping cart was exposed in the corner of the photo.

Going around and around, I arrived at the place where underwear was sold. The writer took a box of men's underwear. Mo Yan was not as calm as him, she blushed, like a thief...... Don't know which box to steal.

Wen Hao stood three or four steps away, looking at her crimson side face, straight back, exposed shapely calves, and finally, his eyes fell on her plump buttocks. There are no sinful thoughts, just pure aesthetics like admiring famous paintings.

Mo Yan wanted to make a quick decision, but he had to pick up the box and search for the size carefully. Fortunately, the bra without underwires is also boxed, which can reduce her embarrassment a lot.

When Lotte came out, the hunger pang was obvious. A small shop on the side sells spicy fried rice cakes for eating out, and the fragrance is attractive. Mo Yan couldn't help but pull a handful of writers: "Writers, shall we buy a box of that?" ”

Wenhao, who was carrying three large bags, followed the direction of Mo Yan's finger and saw the spicy fried rice cakes at the roadside stall level, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching. Is it clean? Can you eat it? …… A series of doubts were vigorously stifled by him.

"Okay." The writer said against his heart.

There is no way to Ali Pay in this kind of small store. Wenhao opened the wallet, and he actually brought won with him. Probably his eldest sister's secretary prepared it.

The writer bought a copy.

He was a little afraid to eat it, and second, could it be that Mo Yan held this bowl of rice cakes in his hand and didn't give him food?

Sure enough, after Mo Yan ate two slices, he took another bamboo skewer and skewered a piece of rice cake and handed it to Wenhao. The writer still thinks about the problem of unhygienic health, and Xiaoyingying opens his mouth to answer.

"Click." The sound of a camera taking pictures at hand.

Mo Yan and Wenhao followed the sound and turned back. I saw Wan Ting, Shi Yun and the good-tempered driver raising their mobile phones to take pictures of them.

"You've come by coincidence, lest we have to take another taxi." Wenhao hurriedly spoke, afraid that Mo Yan would ask them to delete the photos.

Wan Ting jumped and laughed: "I guess you guys will come to Lotte." I guessed right, give money, give money. ”

It turned out that when the writer took Mo Yan away, he only sent a text message to Shiyun "Let's go first". The remaining three people made a bet on "where did they go", and the two men said that they went to the hotel, but Wan Ting said that Tang Sheng was so careful, so he would not let Mo Yan wear the underwear he wore the day before the next day, and he must go shopping first and then go back to the hotel.

Shiyun and the driver paid one after another.

"What bet?" Mo Yan asked.

"I won't tell you." Wan Ting replied.

"We don't necessarily want to hear it yet." The writer went back.

Wan Ting was counting the money, and suddenly looked up at the writer. That glance was so deep that even the writer couldn't be calm. Wen Hao was stunned for a second, his face sank, he raised his hand to wrap around Mo Yan's shoulder, and said coldly to the driver: "Help me put snacks in the car." ”

Shiyun always laughed heartlessly, he followed behind and hugged Wan Ting's waist: "Let's go, let's go to the supermarket and buy some change of clothes." ”

Getting married doesn't guarantee that he will be able to sleep next to Wan Ting every night, at least that he can cross the last 50 centimeters when they stand side by side.

Wan Ting put the stack of won on the pestle Shiyun, and walked to the supermarket in a huff.

Shi Yun didn't receive it in time, and three or four thousand won fell to the ground. didn't have the heart to pick it up, he chased after Wan Ting.