Her whole heart flew to the 9 o'clock direction just now, as if she saw Wang Chengyou sleeping soundly through the night.

He must have been busy with something very important and important, so he didn't come to pick her up. Perhaps, he planned to surprise her early tomorrow morning. Thinking that he would come tomorrow morning, she still wanted to apply the mask now!

It's just that as soon as I raised my foot, I saw the writer who was there with a high pestle, and suddenly stopped: "Writer, you can go to another hotel!" ”

Wenhao immediately became nervous: "If you don't worry about me, I can sleep in the bathtub!" ”

Mo Yan: "......" If she doesn't let go, he will move out of the door, right?

However, the status quo is that if she doesn't let go, he acquiesces in her agreement, picks up the quilt and goes to the bathroom.

Mo Yan followed closely, and when he saw that the writer was really coming, he shouted: "Can you sleep in the bathtub?" It's so pitiful. Listen to me, turn left out of the hotel, there is a hotel within 500 meters! If you don't think the star is enough, you sleep here, and I'll go out. ”

"Don't!" The writer shouted, "You are a girl's house, go out at two o'clock in the morning, can I rest assured?" It's true that I'm disgusted that other hotels aren't good enough, but I sleep in the bathtub, which is considered to be two rooms with you, right? I really can't do it, I'll go downstairs and sit in the lobby until dawn! ”

Mo Yan, who eats soft and not hard, compromised.

The writer found a place on the sofa in Mo Yan's room.

This night, he will naturally be obedient.

Even if the final finale plan fails, even if he claims that he "only cares about what he once had", even if he can only be as a "gold master" or "big brother", he wants to preserve his friendship with Mo Yan.

Lovers can't do it, at least friends.

This is his bottom line.

With the idea of finishing things and resigning himself to fate, the writer fell into a deep sleep.

The body is so sleepy, but he can't sleep, but he can't sleep, but Mo Yan. Before dawn, her dreams were full of swords and swords, and she even dreamed of the scene of the execution of a witch in the Middle World, and the worst thing is that she is the witch.

The night's sleep was like an endless torture, and she finally survived.

When I woke up, I was sweating profusely, and my hair was on my forehead. I touched my clothes in the quilt, and my pajamas were all wet.

The writer had already woken up, sitting at his desk, looking full of energy.

He was supposed to return to his hometown overnight last night, and he was really reluctant to leave.

Look at the clock on the wall, it's already 8:40. It was the time when employees thought he would enter the company's headquarters with his head held high. As the president, he doesn't need to report his whereabouts to anyone, he doesn't have to ask anyone for leave, he seems to be free and unrestrained, but in fact, he is less capricious than anyone else. Today, let him be willful for the last time.

He took a moment to Erlang's legs and take a sip of the Nescafe coffee he brewed, this kind of cheap instant coffee, he usually doesn't look down on it, but who let Mo Yan's room only have it and he is reluctant to go out?

"Are you awake?" Wenhao, who had opened the company's intranet and worked for an hour, asked Mo Yan in a good mood.

Mo Yan put his hand on his forehead and replied, "What time is it?" Oh my God, it's almost 9 o'clock. Why don't you wake me up? Mo Yan hurriedly got out of bed, ran into the bathroom, ran out again in a blink of an eye, took a set of casual professional clothes from the hanger, ran into the bathroom and ran out again, covered up the small clothes, and then ran to the bathroom.

Like a headless fly, it falls in the eyes of the writer, but it is particularly cute.

Since Mo Yan had woken up, Wenhao opened the curtains. The sun on July 1 shone brightly.

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Against the bright sun in the morning, Wang Chengyou slammed open the door of the bedroom with a deep foot and a shallow foot.

Only Zheng Shuguang was left in the dormitory, and the other two roommates were influenced by Wang Chengyou and went to teach. Wrong, to be exact, influenced by the former Wang Chengyou.

Zheng Shuguang's quota for exchange students at Leimapo University has been approved, and Wang Chengyou promised that the deposit in his account does not have to be repaid in a hurry, and his difficult girlfriend has taken the initiative to break up, and the world is not too good for him.

Zheng Shuguang, who was lying down and thinking about the new world, heard the sound of the door opening, and sat up "Teng": "You know that I left you the door last night!" Where did you go, and you don't know how to call me...... Seungwoo, what's wrong with you? ”

When people are happy, they lack eyesight.

Zheng Shuguang, who has a bright future, said a lot about Balabala, only to find that there was something wrong with Wang Chengyou today. Not only the bloodshot red eyes, but also the look that came out of the red eyes. It felt like the whole world had done his traitor......

Zheng Shuguang didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and jumped out of bed in twos and threes.

He wanted to help the rickety Wang Chengyou, but Wang Chengyou was viciously thrown away. It was only his starting point to be vicious, and simply judging from the strength he threw off him, he was already weak to the point of weakness.

Zheng Shuguang did not dare to move forward, so he had to watch his benefactor climb the escalator to the upper bunk.

Wang Chengyou grabbed the escalator with his hand, and the ladder had a total of 4 horizontal logs, and usually the boys only stepped on the middle square, and they could fly to the bed with one foot. Wang Chengyou in front of him, climbing up one grid at a time, looking at the difficult appearance, is the same as climbing the ladder.

Zheng Shuguang took a step forward nervously, holding his hands behind him weakly, for fear that he would fall.

From the second grid to the third grid, Wang Chengyou maintained a posture of bending his knees and climbing, and he climbed for a long time, but he did not rise. Zheng Shuguang didn't dare to make a sound.

He was at a stalemate when he heard a suppressed choking sound.

Rotten!

He just stared at Seungwoo's weak legs, and didn't notice, the guy's shoulders had already shrugged.

Wang Chengyou is crying!

Wang Chengyou, who unloaded the international food he brought from home, called him to go around a certain boys' dormitory, and dragged him to the sky in silence was crying!

The mind is so developed that it seems to have a double brain, and no problem can stop him as a scholarly male god, countless girls are trying to revolve around him, and Wang Chengyou, who is said to have opened the company, is crying!

Zheng Shuguang was like an ant on a hot pot, so anxious that he turned his head dizzy, and he couldn't think of anything to break the ice.

After the sound of a long breath, a small but majestic voice came from above his head: "If Mo Yan comes to me, say that I am not there." ”

Mo Yan?

So, is he like this or because of Mo Yan?

Is! Zheng Shuguang stomped his feet, and really wanted to point at Wang Chengyou and scold, scolding him for being unproductive. It's just a short fat setback, I've never seen a rich and handsome man hanging from a tree!

However, scolding, it is not daring to scold.

"Hey! I remembered! Zheng Shuguang replied obediently.

was really guessed by Wang Chengyou, and at noon, the dormitory manager called - all of their dormitories have extensions - saying that there was a girl named "Mo Yan" downstairs who was looking for "Wang Chengyou". Zheng Shuguang didn't say a word: "Come down immediately." ”

Naturally, it was not Wang Chengyou, who was covered in bruises, but Zheng Shuguang, who was angry and bent on fighting for his benefactor.

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