Wang Chengyou strode into the cold.

He walked very fast, but he still couldn't shake off the magic voice of the writer.

"Xiao Yan likes it very much."

"I want to buy that villa."

"Xiao Yan suggested erecting a swing in the courtyard."

"A small face with short hair is more energetic than a person with long hair. Isn't it? ”

As he walked, Wang Chengyou covered his ears with his hands and yelled: "No! ”

The students who passed by looked sideways and looked at Wang Chengyou as if they were mentally retarded. The two bold girls, seeing the color, came up to Wang Chengyou and asked him softly, is he okay?

Wang Chengyou pushed away the people quite ungracefully, and turned into the entrance of the underground garage without a sound.

The red mini Cooper he bought for Mo Yan was registered with the school to enter and exit the campus and park on campus.

Go into the garage, drive, and go to Mo Yan, this is Wang Chengyou's only thought. Despite the fact that it was already 5 o'clock in the afternoon. At 5 o'clock in December, it was already dark.

When the two young ladies saw Wang Chengyou enter the garage, they were stunned and chased in regardless of their safety. They are not slow to chase, but they are still a lot behind.

After they got used to the gloom of the underground garage, they saw that Wang Chengyou had already dodged into the car, started the car, made a beautiful turn, and quickly drove the parked car to the vertical road, rubbing their bodies, and drove towards the exit of the car without slowing down.

"It's so handsome."

"It's boring! It's another one who has a girlfriend. ”

"How do you know?" The young lady who sighed "handsome" asked.

"Otherwise, how could you drive such a feminine car? Unless it's a small suffer. ”

"Okay." The young lady who sighed at the "handsome" said dejectedly.

How did you get here? Wang Chengyou can't remember it at all. Relying on the blessing of the mysterious power in the dark, he rushed all the way to Jinqiao Academy safely.

Jinqiao College is sparsely populated, and there is no restriction on vehicles entering the school. Wang Chengyou drove all the way to the parking lot closest to Mo Yan's bedroom. When the car stopped, he began to think, all the way to the gallop, what the hell is he here for?

Oh, the hair!

Open the door, get out of the car, and slam the door. Glancing at Mini Cooper, he had one more reason to come.

Copying his hand called Mo Yan.

"Mo Yan."

"Huh?"

"Where are you?"

"I just had dinner and was on my way back to my dorm room, when I went back to get a coat and prepared to go to the library."

"I see you."

"What?!"

Mo Yan shouted "what" into the phone, and the feedback he got was a busy tone. He hung up. He seemed to be saying that he had seen her. Mo Yan was dissatisfied with him hanging up on her phone, and at the same time raised her eyes happily.

In the crowd of people coming and going, Wang Chengyou, who was standing firmly with his feet open, looked domineering.

Mo Yan complained that he was standing still, but he ran towards him happily.

Like a young chick nesting in the nest finally waiting for the return of the insect, Mo Yanhuan happily surrounded Wang Chengyou and asked questions.

"Why haven't you grown your hair yet?" Wang Chengyou interrupted her, his hand running through her hair, rubbing at the roots.

"That ......" Mo Yan was weak and raised his eyes to look at Wang Chengyou.

Since her aunt took her line, she has been brushing her presence twice in three days. Warm words are not spoken, every word is an order, it is an order.

Ask her what to eat, ask her how much water to drink, ask her to give her the address, and she wants to send a gift. If she doesn't give it, she will kill it for real people. Mo Yan gave the address, and her aunt sent her an individual fat scale. It's still SF Express. I'm afraid that the shipping cost is comparable to the price. She could have told Mo Yan to find one by herself.

"Weigh yourself at a fixed time every morning and evening, take photos and send them to me."

Her aunt's strength made her uncomfortable, but she did so.

Without him, just because my aunt was right.

Correcting weight deviations every day is not painful. The painful thing is that after a long time, quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes, and slightly fat becomes really fat, which is called helplessness. For example, Ma Jiajia.

Aunt has always existed, and Mo Yan's stubbornness has not disappeared because of this.

Occasionally, my aunt would ask "how long did your hair last?" Mo Yan turned a blind eye and turned a deaf ear.

She answered her aunt's questions selectively. What she thinks is good for her, such as weight management, skin management, she answers. Those things that she didn't think were important, such as today's clothes, shoes, matching bags, and hairstyles, she ignored them all.

Rational rebellious.

This is how she positions herself.

Leng Buding heard Wang Chengyou also ask about her hair, she snorted, thinking about how much to expose her true feelings for her aunt, so that she could explain to Wang Chengyou that the reason why she didn't have long hair was none of his business.

However, today's Wang Chengyou obviously didn't bring so much patience with him. Seeing Mo Yan stumbling, he threw out the second question, and his tone was already very forbearing: "Why don't you go to get a driver's license?" ”

Mo Yan was stunned for a moment, and realized that Wang Chengyou was not asking himself questions at all, he was venting his dissatisfaction!

"What's wrong with you?" Mo Yan took a step back.

"What's wrong with me? Every day, I was just in the classroom, in the dormitory, and in the cafeteria. What can I do? ”

Mo Yan raised his hand and took another step back: "Chengyou, do you know what you're doing now?" ”

"I'm talking to you. But you, don't shy away from it, answer me. ”

Mo Yan fixed his eyes on Wang Chengyou. He was restraining his anger. It wasn't fair to her, she didn't know why he wasn't happy, and he didn't say a word about it, just asked bits and pieces.

Two people, you stared at me, I stared at you, and neither of them spoke again for a while.

After glaring at each other for a while, Mo Yan shook his hand and left. She didn't want to quarrel with him, she was no longer the innocent little girl she was in high school, she knew that there was an angel and a demon living in everyone's heart at the same time. She didn't want to unleash her demons in front of him, and she didn't want to see him.

There's no way to talk properly now, just walk away. Wait for her to breathe a sigh of relief, and then come to appease his unhappiness.

God knows how tired she's been lately!

The first old bungalow won by the big page interior space, the courtyard was all built illegally, and in order to "stand", they had to "break" first. There was a room where the tenants left and they cleaned up 3 tons of garbage from it.

This is not a hands-on approach, just supervising the work on the side, and supervising it until the legs are weak.

Stay up late to check information, stay up late to proofread, stay up late and open up experience...... Luckily, the internet is developed enough that she can participate remotely. On weekends, her roommates rode their bikes around Dishui Lake for an autumn trip, and she followed the design team to visit various building materials markets...... She doesn't get paid, so she has to be as committed as possible to be worthy of the time she spends.

How tired she was, every time the driver on the team sent her back, she didn't fall asleep in the car once.

The feeling of being a transfer student last year is back. It's different from the hard work when you were taking the transfer exam.

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