The bright yellow umbrella is very eye-catching, equally eye-catching, and Mo Yan and Wang Chengyou, who are reminded of the legend of "talented and beautiful" in appearance.

The eyes of the writer who was standing outside the corridor and smoking suddenly jumped, and his eyes were fixed on Wang Chengyou.

The umbrella was blocked, and Wang Chengyou did not fully reveal his face, but the writer knew that it was Wang Chengyou.

There was a burning pain between my fingers, and when I looked down, I saw that the smoke between my fingers had burned my skin.

Not long after, Wang Chengyou and Mo Yan, who were holding umbrellas, came to the front of the corridor.

"Hello, Mr. Tang, long time no see." Wang Chengyou put away the umbrella and greeted the writer with a smile. His voice couldn't be more steady, without the grief and anger when he was persecuted by the writer two years ago, nor the red eyes when the enemy said goodbye.

Mo Yan, who didn't know the grievances between the two, had a slightly hot face, and he was quite calm and secretly observed the two.

The writer stretched out his hand and shook it politely.

"Hello, Chengyou, I haven't seen you for a long time, and I'm getting more and more heroic."

Speechless, the staff informed them that the bidding was about to begin. Mo Yan was concerned about his team and followed the staff into the venue.

The writer strode and followed.

Wang Chengyou looked at their parallel backs, his heart tingled slightly, and he was slightly sour. From his point of view, Wenhao and Mo Yan are also very compatible, and they can understand each other better in their careers.

Wang Chengyou did not plan to enter the venue, but he also did not plan to leave. He just wanted to guard this must pass through the intersection and wait for Mo Yan.

The staff with unknown circumstances came to inform Wang Chengyou of the entrance with a smile, and Wang Chengyou shook his head: "No, thank you for the reminder, I'll just stand outside and wait." ”

After an hour, from time to time, people came out of the bidding hall to smoke and relax. Wang Chengyou stood firmly under the corridor, did not talk to anyone, and no one talked to him. Fortunately, the weather outside was changeable, and he stared at the void like this, and it didn't seem abrupt.

A cigarette stretched diagonally in front of him.

On the wrist, Patek Philippe comes into view.

On his eighteenth birthday, his father Wang Chen also gave him such an ordinary model without diamonds. After stumbling upon the writer's style, before going to the army, he gave the watch to Zheng Shuguang in a negative manner. Two years later, he won't do it.

swept over, and the person who came was indeed a writer.

Wang Chengyou shook his head and said that he would not smoke.

The writer's outstretched hand curled up and lit it for himself with a lighter: "Come back and continue to study for the third year?" ”

Wang Chengyou nodded casually.

Wenhao spat out a few smoke rings and squinted his eyes: "What does it feel like to be a soldier?" ”

Wang Chengyou has been squinting at the writer and looking at him very seriously. I have to say that in the past two years, the years have not left any traces on the face of the writer, and the writer still looks young and handsome, white and tender. Such a person actually attacked him two years ago for being immature and useless?

"Be a soldier...... Very good. Wang Chengyou said lazily.

The writer noticed that Wang Chengyou's feet were split and shouldered, his back was straight, his shoulders were slightly stretched back, his arms were naturally lowered and tucked in his back, his head was straight, his neck was straight, his chin was slightly closed, and his eyes were looking forward and level. is so dignified, which is completely different from the feeling of milky Xiaosheng, and at first glance, he has the demeanor of a military 1.

"What's a good way?" The writer squinted at the past, and there was a faint provocation.

Wang Chengyou remained immovable in his provocation: "If your heart is moved, you won't act, so don't say it." ”

How is it a good way to be a soldier? He thought about it many times, and each time the answer converged.

For him, being a soldier is like a rest, a rest from the previous state of struggling in the whirlpool.

The pain, struggle, jealousy, resentment that tore his soul apart...... Falling apart and disappearing in the face of powerful physical training, he returned to the state of becoming one spirit and two flesh, exploring the world of the mind in the tranquility after fatigue, and then understanding himself more deeply.

He saw clearly his social relationships, his essential needs, the life he wanted to live.

It's like opening the eyes of the sky.,Possess a certain wisdom that I couldn't have by reasoning and calculation before.。

This feeling, he is only willing to tell Mo Yan in detail, to those who care about him. This does not include writers.

"What are your plans for the future?" Wenhao spat out a few smoke rings and asked again.

"Smoking is bad for your health, I see you smoke one in a minute or two. It's either a big addiction to smoking, or it's too impatient. Wang Chengyou avoided answering and changed the topic.

The writer sneered, with an explanation in disdain: "It's just that I'm a little worried about the bidding result today." Anxious little face is anxious. You don't know, she cares a lot about the company's development. ”

"I don't know." Wang Chengyou seemed to be humble and said, "When Yan was with me, he didn't like to worry about this. ”

The writer's gaze immediately turned cold, but it was not so cold: "People change." When I was young, I was always light and just wanted to fall in love, but when I grew up, I felt that love was not so important. ”

Wang Chengyou pursed his lips and smiled, no longer arguing about the strength of his words. He changed the subject: "You hired Mo Yan as the general manager for a period of several years?" ”

"What are you talking about!" This is the most proud topic of the writer, and he became brisk again, "I didn't hire Mo Yan as the general manager!" ”

"Are you-" Wang Chengyou paused slightly, and quickly picked up, "Give the company's shares to Mo Yan and send them to Mo Yan Neng Holdings?" ”

Wenhao laughed, which was a tacit acquiescence.

He wholly owned the company, and 50.5% of its shares were transferred to Mo Yan free of charge. He just wants to build a career kingdom that can fully mobilize Mo Yan's initiative, and proudly watch her as the queen.

"Good eye." Wang Chengyou was amazed, which puzzled the writer for a while, "When Mo Yan marries me, I will repay you four times, so that you can get 100% annual interest rate on this investment." ”

The writer burst out laughing again. This time he was full of disdain: "The implication is that Mo Yan will marry you in a year?" You don't call it self-confidence, it's called arrogance. ”

"You didn't win Mo Yan's favor in the two years I was away, and now that I'm back, you don't have a chance. As soon as I graduated from my bachelor's degree, I got married to Mo Yan. There was no pride and emotion, Wang Chengyou said it like a declarative sentence.

"How do you know that I didn't get Mo Yan...... Favor? "Pauses and hints with ulterior motives.

Wang Chengyou was still calm: "Can you show me the marriage certificate?" ”

"Wait for Mo Yan to graduate from graduate school. I respect her more than you in this regard. ”

Wang Chengyou examines the writer.

The writer examines Wang Chengyou.

"Jokes." Wang Chengyou spoke, instead of remaining calm, "I see, are you waiting for the love between me and Mo Yan to continue, right?" Don't wait, you won't be able to wait for the result you want to wait for in the next life. ”

After speaking, Wang Chengyou grinned.

The writer also smiled gracefully.

The two smiling men looked at each other. The sword flew and the sword danced, the light came and went, and the surrounding area was a chill.